Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Note from JetBoy: This story is loosely adapted from another work from many years back, one I have been unable to locate. I reworked the original thoroughly, and trimmed away an incredibly tragic portion of the tale that was well written, but hardly erotic. Despite these changes, I offer fervent thanks and undying respect to the original author for the inspiration.

By JetBoy

part one

There was blood on my sister’s white pastel gown.

Melody had tiptoed into my room while I slept. She lit the candle next to my bed and was crying, frightened. I woke slowly to her tears, to her shadow, to her breathing, to her blood. I sat up in my bed and touched the wet part of her gown.

She asked me if she was going to die. Her shoulders were hunched, her face white with fear.

I gathered her into my arms, and she collapsed against me, weeping. I told her, No, darling, this just means you are having your first menses. I took a handkerchief from my night table, wiped her tears, then led Melody to the bath to clean her up.

Melody was ten that summer. She was a soft, sweet girl who had a genuine talent for happiness. So when my sister felt distressed or saddened, I would do anything within my power to bring that gentle smile back, to make the roses in her cheeks bloom afresh.

I helped Melody remove her gown as she asked me how we could keep this a secret from Mama. I told her not to worry as I began to wash her, explaining what was happening to her and why it was a moment of great beauty in the life of a woman.

I took in the exquisite sight of Melody’s naked body as I washed her, for she was fair of skin and gold of hair, a flawless creature; yet still a child. The crease of her sex had not sprouted hair yet, I observed.

As I noticed this, I wondered: might it be wrong to look at Melody in such a way? It was not, I quickly decided. As her elder sibling, I had every right to be curious about my sister’s journey into womanhood.

I washed Melody, soaping her all over, then rinsed her with warm water. I poured buckets of it over her slender body, the water that I had heated and left on the warm stove earlier. You see, I often loved to rise from my bed in the nighttime hours and feel the refreshing luxury of a bath.

I gently soaped her chest, so much like that of a boy — my own breasts were those of a budding fourteen year old girl — and as she held her arms out to me and I washed them, she hesitantly asked me if she was now a fallen woman.

I smiled and told her that this was purely natural, even the Bible tells us that these things happen to girls, that it is called a curse.

She bridled at that, and asked if that meant she was a vampire. We had recently filched a copy of Mr. Stoker’s book Dracula, which I had, unbeknownst to our parents, read to my sister in whispers after bedtime. Needless to say, the story made quite the impression on Melody.

I laughed, and she peered up at me as I said, No, silly one. It just means your body is now able to have a baby, but that will be a long time from now and will be determined by your husband.

Ivory, she said, I shall never marry. She had a determined look on her face, her jaw set in that firm way I knew so well.

I did not laugh at her. Instead, I said that was of her choosing. And did not add that I knew full well how she felt, for I myself had no desire to marry. Not ever. I cared not a fig for boys, or for men.

I continued to bathe my sister. I was always a good girl, as was Melody, and there was nothing wrong with doing this, adorning my sister’s naked body with water and soap. It was only a bath, after all. I washed Melody between the legs carefully, until she told me that she felt much better. I was now wide awake, all thoughts of sleep vanished from my mind.

Then my sister asked if I would mind taking off my gown, because she loved the feel of my hands on her body and wanted to touch me too.

I knew she secretly wanted to see me unclothed, to know how my sex looked, how large my breasts were. And I knew in that instant that I wanted her to see me naked, wanted my beloved sister to know what her own body would be like in a few short years.

I considered for a moment, then decided yes, I will do this.

I pulled off my gown swiftly, lest I find myself lacking courage to do so. Melody looked at me up and down, eyes wide with wonder, and I laughed as she touched a hand to one budding breast, then the other. She sighed in awe, perhaps musing on how her body was still that of a child.

Yet she now had her first menses, and I had to convince her this did not mean witchery was afoot, but that God works his wonders and chose to bless her with this phenomenon that some called “the curse.”

We laughed, both of us, at the ludicrousness of that phrase — quiet laughter, for this was a big drafty house and our parents slept on the far side. It was then that she leaned over the tub rim to examine my pubic down.

It was dark and silky soft and had grown into a lovely triangle all its own. She asked if she could touch it, as I drew back a bit.

No, I thought, this is not right, we should not… and yet I nodded.

Her fingers gently touched my sex and the down that framed it, caressing my pubes like she might stroke the soft fur of a friendly cat. I felt a certain thing happening there, a thing I had only experienced at the touch of my own hand.

Then Melody touched her index finger to my now moistened opening, where the bud nestled inside. I shivered deliciously for a slight second, feeling a sweet, sudden fury in my heart and in my belly. My sister quickly withdrew her hand, timidly asking if she had done something wrong. You see, she was a good girl and knew nought of such things as carnal pleasure.

I, on the other hand, was stunned by how wonderful her touch had felt and, heedless of the sin we were surely committing, wanted more.

I asked her, almost as though someone else were speaking through me, Do you remember when you were a babe, suckling at our mama’s breast?

She said, That was a long time ago, Ivory. Why do you ask?

Kneeling down close to her, bringing my left breast to her mouth, I asked her if she recalled feeling contentment at the suckling, and she softly replied that she did.

I said, Here, take my nipple into your mouth. You shall feel safe again, like a little girl.

I was unsure how she would react to this, but without a word, Melody brought her lips to my breast, drawing the pink tip of it into the warmth of her mouth.

She sucked and lightly nibbled on it, and stabs of the most astonishing pleasure surged through my body… pleasure that only grew stronger as she lifted her right hand and began to touch my other breast.

As my sister lavished these sweet attentions upon me, I felt a soft, sensual organ music rippling through my body, as though I were being played like a piano; as though Melody was shaping me into something I had never been before, and — say it was not so! — might never be again.

I was drunk from the joy of this new game, feeling the desire to touch Melody in the same way.

As I brought my hand to her nipples, brushing and stroking them with my fingertips, Melody purred with delight, her mouth moving to my other breast.

Wanting more, I placed my right hand onto her thigh, allowing it to slip between my sister’s legs to gently caress her slit. She took her mouth from my breast and sighed happily, her childish body beginning to shiver all over, though it was very warm in the room.

I allowed my finger to slip inside her tiny opening and touched the little bump there, soon carrying my sister to a release that I had myself experienced but a few times. My own sex now felt wet; and Melody, as if she somehow sensed this, took her hand from my breast and put her fingers to my mons, quickly finding the right spot, just as I had found hers.

As we pleasured one another, I pulled my body close to hers, my breasts pressing and sliding against her sweet chest as though they were kissing.

And we did this thing and felt the fever build and it became a gentle roaring in us as we began to whimper and sigh in our mutual delight. Soon my sex issued warm liquid on her fingers and my Melody’s legs and torso began to shiver as she enjoyed her own pleasure.

Afterward, I climbed into the tub with her, where we lovingly washed one another, paying special attention to the sweet spots between our thighs. Melody asked if she could suckle my breasts for a moment more, so I let her… and then we put on our night clothes once more.

I led Melody back to her room and tucked her under the light pink coverlet. She twined her arms round my neck and said, Thank you, dear sister, for making me so happy.

I leaned down, kissed her lingeringly on the lips and whispered, It was you who made me happy, little one. She looked up at me somewhat astonished, for I had never kissed her in such a way before.

I snuffed the candle and said, I love you, sister.

She repeated this to me as she settled under the covers, then quickly drifted into sleep.

I went through the darkness to my bed, and did not go to sleep for hours, for I had much on my mind, and needed to carefully think things through. I closed my eyes. Then and there, I pleasured myself until I spent, accompanied by the vision of my beautiful sister.

In my mind, she was naked and lovely, just as I had seen her in the bath.

***

part two

I was brushing and lightly curling Melody’s hair that early spring Saturday. Mama and Papa were off to the house of one of Papa’s business partners in a neighboring town, having had their manservant ready the lorry and get the horse groomed and fed early this dark morning, so they would be ready to leave on time.

As for our cook, she was at home, attending to her sick husband, so my sister and I had the house to ourselves.

We were seated in the greatroom, a soft summer breeze coming through the open window that caused the linen curtains billowing gently. Melody was on a stool as I knelt beside her, curling the long locks that fell almost to her bottom.

Mama and Papa would not be back till late evening. The day belonged to us.

Melody and I had discovered more wonderful things to explore with one another since that night in the bath. We had both felt a measure of guilt afterward, but dd not let it hold sway over us for long. Even now, though she and I were engaged in an ordinary pastime, we were doing it naked.

Melody and I had become childishly bold since that first time. We spent many an evening exploring each other’s bodies, discovering the sweet, sweet pleasures locked within us and the wondrous ways to coax them out. I marveled at her slender, hairless form, asking myself if I had been as exquisite, as flawless at her age.

As for Melody, she delighted in my breasts, loving their softness; her eyes widening in awe as she examined my sex, her fingers toying with the downy thatch between my thighs, telling me how she wished she could have hair there too. Then, our eyes would meet in a look that spoke more than any words could, and our childish study of each other’s bare bodies would become something like love.

My sister seemed to glow with happiness as I brushed her hair. Now she turned her face to me, took a nipple between her lips and nursed upon my breast, then placed her hand on the other, caressing the tip to a hardness that caused my sex to moisten almost immediately.

I sighed happily, loving the touch of her hand, her mouth. She delicately bit the nipple, as I had taught her. Me, who had never experienced such a thing with another.

I was still a virgin, as was Melody. To be otherwise would have resulted in the shaming of our parents and us; no matter that our Papa owned the town bank and was an important personage.

Melody, sometimes wise beyond her years, asked me in a quiet whisper one night as we lay together in my bed under a quilt, touching each other intimately, that since we were far too young to know love with a man, would it not make sense for us to be lovers instead? It was sweet to share pleasure as we did, but what if our love as sisters became something more?

I held her, our bare bodies pressed tightly together and said Oh, Melody, that is a wondrous plan. And for the first time, we kissed.

Now I used the brush to make my love’s hair beautiful, all the while watching her nurse at my breast, suckling me as if she were a babe while her hand explored the contours of my other breast.

I dropped the brush, and in the red flocked wallpapered room, perfumed by the smell of jasmine wafting in through the open window, I hastened my naked sister to the bed and drew her on top of me in a rush of mad desire. Our mouths met in a loving kiss.

And I used my tongue to open my sister’s mouth, banishing all extraneous thoughts, for here we were, fourteen-year-old Ivory and ten-year-old Melody, naked and making love, two sisters entwined in a forbidden passion.

As my hands went to Melody’s flat chest and pert nipples, tickling them with my fingers to make her laugh, our mouths moistly parted and we gazed adoringly at one another, happy in the love we shared. I gently pushed her on her back, taking one rosebud nipple between my lips, then its twin.

As ever, I found them dainty and sweet, loving how they stiffened in my mouth as I suckled her. Meanwhile Melody was busy exploring my — she was the first one to say the word — cunt, though we felt as if lightning would strike us dead that instant. In fact, it did not, so perhaps we were granted a reprieve from the Almighty for these acts. But they weren’t acting, the way Papa and Mama act, putting on masks in order to face the outside world. Like Reverend Jonas also acts. Like teachers act. All putting on a show. All pretending.

We were not pretending, for when Melody and I said we loved each other, we meant it. As sisters. As lovers. I had been the first to explore her cunt — there, again I said it — with my mouth and tongue, and now I did it again, sliding between her thighs to lick her. She squirmed and giggled and cried out, Stop, Ivory — stop! I knew, though, what she really was saying: Don’t you dare stop, sister… don’t you dare.

We had both bathed earlier, and she smelled of soap and fresh water as I tickled her clitoris with my tongue, clutching her bare hips as she started panting, her body moving in a kind of tandem with mine. As she began to perspire, so did I. As I felt my nipples harden. As I felt that special tingle building in my own sex.

I began to fondle myself as I continued to pleasure my baby sister’s most private place. Oh, how we loved looking at each other down there. And touching, that too. Opening one another’s sexes with curious fingers. Seeing them close. Wondering how much it would hurt to break the hymen. I had told Melody to my regret about that, for it worried her for a time… until I convinced her she would not have to know that pain if she was never intimate with a man.

I raised my head from her Delta of Venus, brought my breast to her vagina and rubbed her sex with my erect nipple, for I was close to my own apex and wanted to somehow be inside her, like a man with a woman. But this was all there was, at least all I knew how to do.

So I put my hand to her clit and I fingered the two of us together… and I brought my sister off in a huge wave of bliss. And instead of her lying there and enjoying it selfishly, like so many other girls her age might, she pushed me over on my back and lowered her face between my thighs to kiss the wetness there.

First she garlanded my cunt with loving kisses until I squealed in delight, then plunged her tongue deep inside me, surprising the hell forgive me Papa or God I am not sure which from me as she licked inside the opening. Then she drew back and, jaw set in determination, thrust two fingers into my vagina and broke my hymen with her finger as she coaxed blood and fluids out of me. And I came in violent waves, knowing ecstasy like I never, ever had before.

I think I fainted for a second or two from the intensity of it. To be fucked, yes, this was fucking, this counted — and Melody had taken my maidenhood. As I opened my eyes I saw her kneeling before me with blood on her fingers, frightened that she had done me an injury.

I immediately took her into my arms and explained it was my hymen she had broken, and she asked hurriedly if it had hurt. I kissed her cheeks, murmuring Oh blessed girl, no, not at all. I have never had such deep joy before in my life.

And we kissed.

Then Melody said, We truly are lovers, then aren’t we? I broke your hymen and that means we are married.

I held her. I would have to explain sometime soon, just not on this day.

After a while we got up and went to wash, after which we lay naked on my bed, entwined together, drowsing in a lover’s slumber, perfectly content at the end of this lovely golden day. Dear God, I thought, bless Melody forever.

And, God, I thought, thank you.

It was a most restful sleep. And the house was cool when we woke up, so Melody and I dressed, slowly and lovingly, preparing for our parents’ return some few hours hence.

***

part three 

It was very late at night… around three in the morning.

Ten-year-old Melody had not been able to sleep, so she had wandered off into the fields in the back of her home, and was sitting quietly, observing a waxing crescent moon and the surrounding stars. All the while, she thought of her older sister Ivory. Her lover.

A magic grotto, she had called her sister’s vagina, especially loving the taste of it. But every part, every aspect of Ivory’s sex was a marvel — the labia, the clitoris, the warmth of Ivory’s wet flesh against her lips and tongue. But she also loved to feel Ivory’s mouth on her — licking until she cried out loud, then kissing her so sweetly, allowing Melody to taste her own cunt on her sister’s lips.

Melody wore naught but a thin slip, for it was an exceedingly warm night. She was lying on her back in the grass, accompanied by crocus hums and the scent of wild onions. She pulled her slip off and cast it aside, leaving her naked. The grass felt delicious against her bare skin.

It was summer’s end. School in three weeks. She put her hand to her bare slit, trying to imagine how it felt to Ivory’s hand, wondering if her big sister ever tried to imagine how she felt to Melody.

The little girl began to masturbate beneath the August moon.

Ivory, to her baby sister’s delight, had agreed with Melody’s idea. They would live together for the rest of their lives, outwardly as sisters, but as lovers in private. Melody would kiss the dark cleft of Ivory’s bottom again, as she had done a week ago, and touched it with tongue pressing inside, sending her older sister into such a state that her cunt had dripped copiously. Ivory had yet to kiss her in the same place, Melody thought. But she would do so, and soon, The child had no doubt of that. She was secretly pleased with herself for having come up with a wonderful new way for them to make love before her big sister had thought of it.

She teased her nipples, loving how they became taut to the touch, still masturbating with the left hand. She pressed her finger in deeper until it touched the barrier of her hymen, then thought of her older sister breaking it, as she had Ivory’s. This, surely, would make them lovers forever.

Men, as far as Melody was concerned, were useless, of no real value. If other girls wanted boys’ filthy things stuck into their bodies, that was their business. She and her sister were above that sort of foolishness.

Standing above her naked younger sibling, Ivory quietly said, “Hello, my love.”

Melody, unafraid, reached up for Ivory’s hand, then pulled the girl down to her, wrapping her arms tightly around the fourteen-year-old, holding her older sister’s nightgown-clad body to her naked one. They kissed passionately, and Melody’s hand slipped beneath Ivory’s gown to touch the older girl’s sex, delighted to find that her sister had gone without knickers.

Melody opened Ivory’s cunt with a fingertip, eagerly kissing her sister as they rolled in the grass together. Stopping Melody with a finger on her lips, Ivory rose to divest herself of her sheer sleeping gown, letting it fall on top of her sister’s slip.

Rising to her knees, Melody began to kiss and nuzzle her sister’s soft tummy, then slowly moved down to lick languidly at Ivory’s sex, loving the wonderful tickly feeling of her sister’s downy pubes against her mouth. Purring with delight, Ivory leaned down to press her lips against Melody’s fair hair, then gently drew the little girl to her feet. “Come, my love,” she whispered, her tongue emerging to tease her sister’s ear, “let us go for a swim.”

Holding hands, they padded to a stream a yard or so away and climbed in together, naked in the cold, clear water. As the moon and stars seemed to dance in the stream, the girls took turns licking and fondling each other’s breasts, pausing often for juicy, passionate kisses. They held one another tightly as they stood in the flowing coolness.

They sat on the bank, side by side, and Ivory dipped her delicate hand into the water, then touched wet fingers to Melody’s forehead. The younger girl closed her eyes, feeling a trickle of water roll down her face as Ivory said, “I anoint you with moon water, and make you the fair princess of my heart.” Melody looked up and smiled.

Ivory marveled at the alabaster whiteness of her baby sister’s body in the moonlight, the girl so slender and small and impeccably made, crafted so flawlessly; loving Melody far too much to care that her younger sister was already far more beautiful than she.

At the same time, Melody was thinking, my body is so babyish compared to Ivory’s, my legs and arms are still sticks, but Melody already has the legs and arms of a woman; she is tall and thin and somehow shapely, too. Her breasts are beautiful as I see them and suckle them, she has a lovely curvy bottom and mine is so flat and uninteresting. I will never grow hair down there, and Ivory’s down is so very soft and comely, how I love her, oh how I love her.

And the night was warm and magical and protective and the two sisters kissed like lovers once again.

We shall never part, Ivory thought, we shall fight dragons and be warrior queens; we shall live in our own castle, protected by our love. How I wish I had a face of glass so Melody could see her own face when she looks at mine, reflected, and know her own beauty and perfection just as I do.

They walked naked through the fields of grass and the breeze flowed sweetly round them. They lay down, Melody beside Ivory, face to face as they began to fondle each other’s slits. They came, almost the same time, as each kissed the other’s mouth and face and nipples.

And afterwards, Ivory thought yes, now… and positioned her sister on all fours, opening the cheeks of Melody’s bottom with trembling hands and, taking a deep breath, gazing utterly enthralled at the child’s dark cleft. She put her face to the opening and licked her lustily, as Melody wriggled and cried, “Oh sister… mmmm, yes, oh that is so wonderful…”

And the younger girl came again, then the lovers then lay side by side together, sharing sweet kisses, stroking each other’s hair that was transformed into spun silver in the moonlight. In time, one of them noted the lateness of the hour, so Melody licked Ivory’s slit one last time until her big sister moaned from the joy of it, then they hastily dressed and ran, hand in hand, back into the house.

***

part four

I have begun setting down an account of my sister Melody and I in a journal, telling of how we found one another as lovers, and what happened after.

It began with fear. It progressed to joy and wonder. It grew into love. Now it comes with sadness.

Two nights ago, Melody took a candle and pushed it deep into herself to break her hymen. She bled quite a lot.

Tonight, Melody confessed to me what she had done. She had come into my room some hours ago when we were supposed to be scribbling arithmetic problems on our little chalkboards, and had told me this thing. I held her in my arms, reaching beneath her petticoats to stroke her mound, which she said was still sore.

She asked me why God gave girls hymens. Did the Almighty hate girls that much, that he has to hurt them, and the period too and the attendant sickness and the blood pouring out of one’s body? Melody said that He should have forgiven Eve long ago, for she had done the best she could, the best anyone could.

It is later now, the night upon us, the house silent. I finish my diary, put the key to the lock and hide it in the armoire drawer beneath my underthings. I lie alone on my bed in the darkness and cry. We poor little lovers. Whatever is to become of us? In time, I drift off into an uneasy sleep.

I am awakened by Melody, who has pushed her way into my narrow bed and stretches out beside me. I turn to my sister and kiss her lips. She is naked. As am I, soon enough.

Will you nurse me, Ivory? she whispers.

Certainly, I say, and put a breast to her lips. I truly love to feel her mouth, her tongue, her teeth on my nipple. And when she tucks a hand between my thighs to fondle my cunt, then puts her fingers inside me, it is as if I were blessed by Providence. Though it be sin in the eyes of the world, I refuse to know guilt. Our loving is pure, sweet and good.

I am caught on sparks like lightning inside me. She bites hard on my nipple, making me cry out. Then she pushes her fingers even further inside me. And I feel the weight of it, the sheer enormity of what it means to be fucked by my beautiful sister.

We have learned to talk of our secret games like that, my sister and I, to make our love even more exciting. It is our revenge on a world that has made Mama a drudge and sucked the soul out of her, and Papa who, with the turning of each calendar page, becomes more of a tyrant. When we lie together, the cares of our lives are scattered to the winds.

I press into my darling, reaching around her slender body, holding her close as she grinds herself into me, our sexes pressed tightly together. It is a hot night, even here in this cool house, and I sigh and pant and sweat against her. We might be two rutting animals, not proper young ladies at all.

I part her buttocks, prying the cheeks open with one hand, sliding my thumb deep into her nether hole. She gasps my name, then speaks it over and over again, as if she were praying. Perhaps she is. Our legs are scissored, hearts beating erratically as we thrash upon the bed.

Our strength gives out before passion does, and we fall apart, lying tangled amidst the love-dampened sheets, the breath harsh and hot in our lungs.

As my heart eases into a more placid rhythm, I cup Melody’s mound, then slip the index finger into her, where no hymen remains to prevent me from fully penetrating my sister. I finger her as deeply as I can, but gently, gently.

I am careful not to hurt her, but need to show that she could have asked me to break it. I am the horse trying to get into the barn door, now the barn door needs no getting into. I feel her clitoris and I put my mouth to hers and we kiss hungrily as she holds her legs apart and allows me to straddle her mouth.

She nuzzles my light tuft of pubic down, then puts her tongue to my opening and begins licking me. It is so deliciously animal-like now between us. We are going at each other like I imagine boys go at girls. The moonlight, spilling like quicksilver through the parted curtains, casts us as alabaster-sculpted nymphs, entwined in the midst of their loving.

As Melody drinks from my vagina, as I plumb the depths of her openings with my pumping hand, we are close to that rapturous feeling that only sex and love mingled can bring. And suddenly, the pleasure is upon us both. And there is sweet wine produced by our spendings, and we taste each other’s and ours.

And that is how it is, Mr. God Almighty, sir. If Melody and I should not do such things, how then are they possible? How could we have received this precious gift, the knowledge and ability to show our love in this beautiful way, only to be forbidden to partake? We choose to make each other happy, if that is all right with You.

And even if it is not.

We lie sweaty and close and content. Our hair is matted and tangled and we are breathing fast and hard like beasts in the field on a hot day.

Melody, I say in a weakened voice, pushing some of her hair away from my mouth. She twists her face to mine as I say, The candle, Melody… there was no need for that. I would have done it for you. I would have been gentle. My voice trembles a bit.

Melody contemplates for a while, and then whispers, I didn’t want you to think badly of me if I had cried.

I touched my sister’s hair and whispered: If you cry, come to me; if you are sad, come to me, if you are alone, you shall always have me. I am your sister, your lover, for as long as you want. And she smiled at me, her mouth claiming mine in a tender kiss.

We lay together in the aftermath of pleasure, until it was time for us to bathe away the proof of our forbidden games. Tomorrow was already there, though it was still very dark. Within a few hours, we would be in school.

But night would surely come again. And in its darkness, rest assured, there will be the sharing of love.

The End

Note from JetBoy: This story is adapted from a what I recall as a completely heterosexual novel with one lesbian chapter. I plucked it from the original and, over what has to have been a decade or more, rewrote the whole thing from top to bottom, adding extra wickedness wherever I could. Don’t look for deep meaning here, friends — it’s sex, sex and more sex. May you derive some serious wrist action from the final result. 

By JetBoy

It all began one day when I came home from work early. They had to shut down the computer system for some massive reboot management was doing, so they gave us the rest of the day off.

Our garage opens up into the house, so after parking the car, I grabbed my bag and headed for the kitchen, as usual. Upon entering, I went to the fridge to get a bottle of mineral water and drank it down, just like I do every day.

As I put the empty in the recycle bin, I heard something that stopped me in mid-step. There were odd sounds coming from the family room. Hints of girlish giggles.

Curious, I decided to investigate. Our kitchen adjoins the family room, and right above the kitchen sink is one of those little sliding wooden doors so you can speak to someone in the next room. Carefully inching that wooden door open, I peeked through.

What I saw nearly floored me. My daughter Becky and another girl I’d never seen before were totally naked, making out on the couch!

I’d just downed a bottle of water, but my mouth suddenly felt as if I’d taken a big gulp of baking powder. My heart was pounding frantically. I knew I should barge in there and break up this little scene, but I couldn’t move. My feet were rooted to the spot.

Who was this girl? I had to admit, she really was beautiful. About my daughter’s size, she was blonde and had an attitude to her that practically oozed sex. And in spite of myself, my own pussy throbbed just from watching her make out with my Becky.

I’ve been bisexual for years, and since my divorce I was mostly involved with women, though I kept my sex life private, even from Becky. So I was experienced enough to recognize that my daughter was no novice at lesbian love.

Watching these two beautiful naked girls share a sizzling French kiss was one of the most erotic things I’d ever witnessed. The fact that one of these girls was my own daughter didn’t even bother me. Instead, it sent twinges of excitement through my body.

Oh, I’d masturbated a time or two while indulging in fantasies about having sex with Becky, but come on, that’s what having a dirty imagination is for — exploring the realm of the forbidden, am I right? I’d certainly never had any intention of making a move on my own daughter!

The blonde was seated on the couch with Becky wedged between her legs, almost on top of her. The other girl was fondling my daughter’s ass, which I had to admit was absolutely flawless. I couldn’t see their kiss, but the liquid sound of lips and tongues mingling made it quite clear what they were up to. By that point, my panties were thoroughly soaked.

Becky cupped the blonde’s breasts, then bent down to nuzzle them. I thought that watching them kiss was erotic enough, but when my daughter took this girl’s nipple into her mouth, I nearly lost it. Becky sucked the tip, then moved to the other breast. The blonde dipped two fingers between Becky’s cheeks, lightly grazing her anus.

That was when another girl came into view from the side. It was Ginger, one of Becky’s best friends since kindergarten. I didn’t recognize her at first, dressed as she was in a cute little flowery dress and sandals. That caught me by surprise, because Ginger always preferred to go casual, favoring jeans and t-shirts. Her red hair was done up in a ponytail. With her sweet freckle-covered face and little-girl outfit, Ginger could have passed for much younger than her sixteen years. I’d indulged in the occasional fantasy of sex with her, too.

She paused in front of Becky and the blonde, taking a moment to watch them kiss and fondle each other.

“Can I play too?” Ginger asked eagerly, in a childish voice that matched her outfit. She was shyly clutching the hem of her dress with both hands. Again, I was thrown off. Why was she pretending to be a little girl?

Scooting to the edge of the couch, Becky opened her arms. “Sure… c’mere.”

Ginger knelt between my daughter’s spread thighs and wrapped both arms around her bare shoulders. Becky embraced the girl, claiming her mouth in a kiss that quickly grew hot.

The blonde also scooted forward to join them in a three-way kiss. I could see their tongues flickering back and forth.

I found myself toying with my painfully erect nipples as I watched the three girls make out. Somehow my blouse had come nearly all the way unbuttoned, so I had easy access to my breasts.

The blonde slipped a hand under Ginger’s skirt to fondle her ass, while Becky did the same from the front, touching between her best friend’s thighs.

That made me feel funny all over, watching my own daughter fingering another girl, but for the life of me, I couldn’t tear myself away. In fact, it just made me wetter.

The blonde stopped playing with Ginger’s ass long enough to tug the girl’s dress up and off, leaving her naked. She and my daughter leaned in to lick her nipples. Their hands roamed all over the girl’s body, especially between her legs. Ginger squirmed with pleasure while the other two groped and mouthed her.

Stepping out of her sandals, Ginger climbed onto the couch, draping herself across the other girls’ laps. My daughter french-kissed the blonde while she stroked Ginger’s ass. Then Becky shifted her position so she could nuzzle the insides of her friend’s thighs. She tugged the smaller girl’s panties down and off, licked her lips, then buried her mouth in Ginger’s pubic thatch and began feasting on her cunt.

The sight sent shock waves surging through my body. Thrusting a hand under my skirt, I fingered myself while watching my daughter eat pussy.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I’d never thought of myself as especially perverted before, but there I was, watching my daughter have sex with other girls — and masturbating to it!

Then another girl I’d never seen before entered from the side.

This girl, like Ginger, was a redhead. She had her hair done up the same way so they almost looked like sisters — except this girl was big and beautiful. She was a magnificent specimen of young womanhood, tall and Amazonian without an ounce of fat on her. She wore a string bikini top and a micro-mini skirt, and had clearly gone without panties, because that skirt was so tiny that it showed the lower portion of her cunt and the cleft of her ass.

She stood before the other girls, arms folded, then cleared her throat.

The other three girls abruptly stopped their sex play to look up at the new arrival. “Mommy?” said a wide-eyed Ginger. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought you might be up to something,” the tall girl said. “What have I told you about playing naughty games, young lady?”

“I-I-I-I’m so sorry, Mommy, but when I saw what Becky and Lisa were doing, it looked like so much fun,” Ginger squeaked. “I just wanted to j-join in.”

“You wicked child,” the big girl said, clucking her tongue. “I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.” She sat down on the couch next to the blonde — who I now knew was named Lisa. The view up “Mommy’s” skirt as she sat down was absolutely pornographic, nothing left to the imagination. She had a beautiful shaved cunt that made my mouth water.

“Come here, young lady!” she motioned to Ginger, her mouth set in a firm line.

Obviously this girl was too young to be Ginger’s mother, so I figured the two of them had to be engaging in some sort of role-playing game, and my daughter and her friend were going along with it. I was entranced, though also a bit uneasy. It was one thing for Becky to be fooling around with another girl. Hell, I’d done much the same at her age. But what I was watching now was very different from the kisses and shy caresses I’d exchanged with a couple of willing friends. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to break up this little get-together… or even tear myself away.

Ginger got up and stood between “Mommy’s” spread legs while my daughter and Lisa looked on, idly fingering each other. The big girl patted her thighs. “Lie down on my lap.”

Ginger readily obeyed. “I’m so sorry, Mommy. I didn’t mean to do anything wrong. Honest.” She stretched her body across the big girl’s ample lap, her ass up in the air as if offered as homage to her so-called mother. She rested her head on Lisa’s upper thighs.

The big girl began to spank Ginger’s bare bottom. She didn’t hit very hard — just enough for the smack of  hand against skin to ring out across the room. With each swing of her arm, the big girl’s tits jiggled till I was sure they were going to pop right out of that skimpy bikini top.

Each slap made Ginger’s face slide back and forth across Lisa’s lap. Lisa shifted positions so she could sit sideways on the couch facing the two, which brought her mons within reach of Ginger’s mouth. I saw my daughter’s friend move closer to give Lisa’s pussy a long lick… and the young blonde moaned.

My daughter wrapped both legs around Lisa, arching her hips so her slit was snug up against the blonde’s ass. Becky began to grind against Lisa reaching around to fondle her tits while they watched Ginger’s “mommy” spanking the little redhead’s jiggling butt.

Ginger was eating Lisa’s cunt in a frenzy now, obviously turned on by the spanking she was getting. She let the rocking motions of her body move her head back and forth, her tongue swiping Lisa’s clit.

“Oh, God,” Lisa groaned, groping her breasts along with my daughter.

“Are you going to be a good girl now?” the big girl said, pausing when Ginger’s buttocks were bright pink.

“Y-y-y-yes, Mommy,” Ginger raised her face from Lisa’s cunt long enough to stammer.

“From now on you’re not going to run off and play wicked games without telling me first, right?” The big girl gave her rear a couple more slaps.

“No, Mommy.”

“Good.” The big girl began to massage Ginger’s bottom. “Mommy didn’t mean to hurt you, my sweet little girl. I’m just teaching you not to play sexy games with little girls. Not without asking permission first.”

“M-m-m-mommy?”

“Yes, dear?”

“My bottom stings.”

“Oh, sweetie. Here, Mommy will kiss it better.” The big girl bent down and started to kiss Ginger’s irritated cheeks, her hands still busy massaging the redhead’s hips and upper thighs. My heart began to throb even harder when she slipped a hand between Ginger’s legs to touch her “daughter’s” cunt. Then she carefully spread the girl’s buttocks apart with her free hand, then dipped down to trail her tongue through the crack of Ginger’s ass.

“Ohhhhh, Mommy. That feels SO nice.” Ginger started squirming about in the big girl’s lap.

“You’re Mommy’s good little girl… aren’t you?” The big girl said, raising her face from Ginger’s bottom.

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Then show me how good you are.”

“Yeah, Ginger,” Lisa said. “Show her.”

Twisting around so she was now seated on her pretend mother’s lap, Ginger threw both arms around the big girl’s neck. “Oh, Mommy!” she cried, then kissed her. I saw their tongues meet and mingle.

The big girl continued to fondle Ginger’s ass, humming with pleasure as she tasted Lisa’s cunt on her pretend daughter’s lips. “Mmm, yes, sweetie,” she gasped between kisses.

“That’s it,” Becky said. “Kiss your mother. Make love to her.”

A shiver raced through me when I heard the desire in my daughter’s tone when she spoke those words, as if they carried some deeper meaning I was afraid to let myself think about.

You really shouldn’t be spying, I told myself. But my treacherous body wouldn’t move, not even one step.

Getting to her feet, Lisa padded around the sofa, where she undid the big girl’s bikini top. Ginger was quick to respond, kissing and licking her way down the big girl’s neck until her face was buried between her breasts, then took a swollen nipple into her mouth.

“Oh, yeah,” Becky said. “Suck Mommy’s nipples. Make her feel good.”

Hearing my own daughter talk like that was less of a surprise this time, but it still sent ripples of electricity  through my body. I fingered my clit as Ginger made love to the big girl, but kept stealing glances at Becky. It was the first good look I had of her since stumbling upon this lewd display. In fact, it was the first time I’d seen my daughter bare naked in at least six or seven years, and I couldn’t help but notice how beautifully she’d ripened since then.

Ginger worked her way down the big girl’s body until she was kneeling on the floor, face between her thighs, licking and kissing them. Pushing her pretend mother’s skirt up, she fastened her mouth to that gorgeous shaved cunt.

“Yes, Ginger, yes!” my daughter said, sounding more excited than ever. “Eat your mommy’s pussy.”

True, I was stunned by her words. But I also loved them. I still wasn’t quite sure what Becky was thinking, but imagining it just made me rub myself all the harder. I could feel hot juices oozing down my thighs.

Turning back to Becky, Lisa pushed my daughter back onto the couch, got down between her legs and got to work licking her. I saw Becky look dreamily at the ceiling, brushing a nipple with her fingertips. Her eyes closed, her lips parted, and I clearly saw my child whisper, “Oh, Mom.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I was going to explode. Before I spun into complete insanity, tearing my remaining clothes off and rushing to join the orgy — I stumbled on wobbly legs into my bedroom, where I locked the door, ripped off my blouse, stripped out of my mini skirt and sodden panties, then frantically pawed through my dresser drawer until I found my vibrator.

Collapsing onto the bed, I fucked myself until I came, but that one climax barely drained a drop from the river of lust that rolled and raged inside me. Only after three more orgasms did I feel like my jangled nerves had settled enough for me to face the outside world. I took a shower, then changed into jeans and a t-shirt.

Approaching the bedroom door, I tentatively eased it open. How long had I been hidden away with my sex toy? Maybe an hour, or two. Everything seemed quiet.

In the aftermath of my masturbatory frenzy, I felt ashamed for having watched my daughter have sex, then for masturbating while thinking about it. Some of the thoughts I’d allowed myself to have about Becky…

No one was in the family room. In fact, there was not a hint of what had been going on in there. One part of me wondered if I hadn’t simply hallucinated the whole thing.

The aroma of cooking pot roast wafted to me when I entered the kitchen. I made my way into the dining section, still half afraid of meeting one of those girls face to face… those wild, luscious girls my daughter had been coupling with. I cautiously opened the door, only to feel a surge of relief when I saw Becky standing alone at the sink. Her lovers, apparently, had departed.

I sat down at the table. Becky was at the sink chopping vegetables. her back to me.

“Hi, Mom,” she said in her melodious voice. “How was your day?”

“Huh? Oh, I guess it was okay.” I looked my daughter over, still incapable of believing what I’d just witnessed. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of grey gym shorts so small that I could see a hint of her buttocks peeking out. “What are you doing, hon?”

“Oh, I just thought I’d fix us dinner.”

And my heart just melted. The sweet way she said that seemed to ease my troubled soul. Even though she had been doing those dirty things just a while ago, she was still my sweet girl.

“I reheated the pot roast from last night. Figured I’d give you a break,” she said.

“That’s so nice of you, hon. Thanks!”

“We can start with this vegetable tray.” She turned around then to carry the tray towards me.

And then I froze, rooted to the spot.

I clearly saw her nipples through the thin material of her snug t-shirt. Her grey gym shorts were so skimpy that the cleft of her cunt could be seen. She looked incredibly slutty, utterly sexy, and ready to fuck.

My head pounded. My cheeks burned. I wanted to tell Becky to march right up to her room and change into something decent, but my throat was too dry, my resolve too weak.

Her eyes locked with mine as she moved towards me in those skimpy clothes that revealed just about everything she had. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a stitch underneath. But her face looked so sweet and angelic — and she’d just made dinner for me.

What’s a mother to do? I asked myself.

She sat the tray down before me. “I missed you today, Mom.”

My heart jumped into my throat. Her voice was soft, sweet… and sultry.

Becky put an arm around my shoulder. Her other hand touched my cheek, then turned my face towards hers.

The smell of cunt perfumed my daughter’s face. I felt myself getting wet again.

My daughter kissed me lightly on the cheek. Her mouth drifted across my face until she found my lips. She kissed me again, letting it linger until I tasted pussy. Her tongue brushed across my lower lip, sending chills all through my body.

Without a second thought, I parted my lips. She entered. My pussy throbbed.

Before losing control – and believe me, I was right on the verge of doing just that – I broke away, my head spinning like a whirligig. Trying to make myself look busy, I plucked a carrot from the tray, willing my hand to refrain from shaking as I nibbled it. “T-thank you for fixing dinner tonight, dear.”

“Aw, that’s okay, Mom.” She patted me on the shoulder. “It’s just ‘cause I love you so much.”

“I… I love you too, sweetie.”

Becky sat down opposite me. We talked about her day and my work while we ate. I was glad she didn’t make any more advances towards me. I didn’t think I could handle it. My head was swimming as it was – not to mention my pussy. To think of how close I’d been to giving in…

Then as she began to gather up the dishes and take them to the sink, Becky hit me with another surprise. “Hey, Mom? Could we host a… a lingerie party for some of my friends this weekend?”

“A… lingerie party? You mean one of those, those get-togethers where models pose in fancy underwear, and you’re able to place orders for whatever they’re wearing?”

Becky was already shaking her head. “No, no, Mom – nothing like that. It’s just a bunch of us girls hanging out, but we’re all dressed in our sexiest undies. Like a slumber party, only without the sleeping part.”

I was flabbergasted. I could only imagine what kind of a party that would turn out to be, if what I’d seen earlier meant anything.

“It’ll be lots of fun. No boys, of course. We’re going to have a dancer, too.”

“A dancer?” I couldn’t hide my interest.

“Yeah, there’s this girl at school. Alex is her name. She’s really good — has a scholarship to study dance at the U next year.” She smiled at me. “You’re invited too, y’know.”

“To your party? Are you sure you want your mother hanging around?” I said weakly. “Wouldn’t that spoil the fun? I mean, I could, um go to a movie or something.”

“No way, Mom! You’d be the life of the party. And you still look great in sexy undies. Please?” She hugged me from behind, resting her chin on my shoulder. “It would mean a lot to me, having you there.”

“Well, I guess it’s okay,” I said, telling myself that, after all, it couldn’t turn into a big lesbian orgy if I was there… could it?

***

On the big night, I was in a state of frantic arousal that frequent masturbation failed to satisfy. I was nervous; completely on edge. Part of me was terrified of what might happen at this party, and a very perverted part of me was afraid it would be nothing more than an innocent evening of appraising fancy underthings. I was an emotional mess, no doubt about it.

Becky came into my bedroom as I was getting dressed. She was in heels, hose, and a red t-shirt mini so short it barely concealed her black panties, even when she was standing still. I shivered, imagining what it would look like when she bent over. Her nipples clearly stood out beneath the taut material. She looked like a pin-up from a men’s magazine.

I wasn’t ready to dress like that myself. I had no illusions that my thirty-eight-year old body could compete with the youthful frames of Becky’s schoolgirl friends. It was shallow of me, but I found myself hoping there would be a few plain girls there, so I wouldn’t come off like a middle-aged frump.

Dressed in a bra and panties, I entered my walk-in closet to select a dress. Becky watched me move, an approving look on her face, then followed me inside.

I reached for a blue dress that I hadn’t worn in a while, but still fit me. Then I felt Becky move behind me, pressing her body against mine. Her nipples brushed my bare back. She grasped my wrist as it touched the dress.

“No, Mom. You’ve got to live it up tonight… and dress sexy, like the rest of us.”

“What, this isn’t sexy?” I protested. I certainly thought it was.

She giggled. “Sure… but not as much as it could be. I want to show you off, let everyone know what a smokin’ hot mom I’ve got.” She paused, thoughtfully stroking her chin, then she grinned hugely, adding, “Hold on a sec! I’ll lend you something of mine.” And off she scampered.

I was at the full-length mirror putting on the final touches of makeup when Becky returned with another t-shirt mini similar to hers, only this one was done in an emerald green.

“Here, try this. The color matches your eyes.” She helped me slip the garment over my head, then helped smooth it down my body. I couldn’t help but notice that her hands lingered on my breasts a bit longer than they needed to. As she felt along the hem of the skirt, the backs of her fingers grazed ever so lightly across my ass – even, for a heartbeat, over the crotch of my now damp panties.

Her touches made me feel tingly all over, like a shy schoolgirl on her first date. The scent of Becky was enchanting, a heady blend of the gardenia perfume she favored, a hint of toothpaste and, well, her. I breathed it in, briefly letting myself be transported, then took a good long look in the mirror.

I was shocked, but also thrilled. “A-a-are you sure this skirt isn’t too, um, too daring?” I said. Just like with Becky’s outfit, hints of my panties were exposed. I had to admit it, though – the effect was seriously impressive. Honestly, I’d not known I still had what it took to carry off something as daring as this.

“Nonsense, Mom. Just look how sexy you are.” She turned me back to the mirror. “Your tits are still as firm as mine, and even bigger.” She illustrated her point by touching them briefly — and I nearly moaned out loud. “And your legs? Damn, they’re awesome.” She ran a hand around my upper thighs.

God, those little touches were driving me crazy! Becky was practically feeling me up. By then, I was growing increasingly convinced that my daughter wanted to make love to me… but I didn’t have the nerve to respond in the way I was tempted to.

Looking in the mirror once more, I had to admit to being pleased with what I saw. Dressed as we were, Becky and I made quite the provocative pair. We could almost pass for sisters, but for a hint of crow’s feet around my eyes.

“You’ll be the belle of the ball.” Becky murmured.

She kissed me on the cheek just as the doorbell rang, and I felt a sudden twinge of excitement, knowing the festivities were about to commence.

“It’s showtime, Mom,” my daughter said. Reaching for my hand, she gave it a squeeze, then we made our way downstairs together. The butterflies in my tummy were running riot, but I was determined to remain cool and collected, no matter what was to come.

It was Ginger at the door. It helped me to relax a bit, our first arrival being someone I was at ease with, enough to greet with a hug and kiss on the cheek. Still, I was all too conscious of having seen her naked in our family room just a few days earlier.

“Hello there,” Ginger said, her arms wrapped around me, then she took a step back. “Oh, wow. You look like a million bucks, Ms. Hayward!”

I felt myself blush. “Thanks. So do you.” It didn’t escape my notice that, once again, Ginger had chosen not to go with her usual attire of jeans and a t-shirt, though at least she hadn’t gone for the Lolita effect she’d sported the last time I saw her. This time she was quite fetching in a lemon-yellow dress. I couldn’t stop myself from wondering what she wore underneath.

The doorbell rang again while I was greeting Ginger, announcing the arrival of two more girls I had yet to meet, and just like that, my daughter’s party was underway.

As I expected, the other two participants in Becky’s little sex party were among the guests, but several others showed up as well, making me suspect that maybe Becky and the others intended to behave themselves that evening. Just as well – then I wouldn’t be faced with the possibility of crossing a line I wasn’t sure I was ready to step over.

Becky introduced me to Heather and Sally. Suzie, whom I knew as a childhood friend of Becky’s, had the big girl with her… and I felt a touch of nerves jumbled with arousal when I saw them enter.

The big girl’s name, I soon discovered, was Veronica. Becky gave each of them a big hug before passing them to me. I settled for a handshake from each one, except for Suzie and Ginger, with whom I exchanged hugs because I’d known them for years.

Last to arrive was Lisa, the blonde with the incredibly sexual air about her — the girl I remembered so well from watching her go down on my daughter. After giving her a peck on the cheek, Becky introduced her to me.

Lisa smiled and took my hand. “So glad to meet you, Mrs. Hayward.”

I’d gone all trembly inside, but did my best to conceal it. “And I’m glad to meet you, Lisa,” I told her, then glanced around at the other guests, speaking up to say, “Please, all of you – call me Kathy, so I won’t feel like the old lady here.”

Everyone laughed politely, but Lisa just smiled, her eyes burning into mine. “Oh, you definitely aren’t old, Kathy.” She was still holding my hand. Then she stroked her middle finger along my palm, and I nearly gasped out loud. Lowering her voice to a whisper, she added, “In fact, I think you’re downright luscious.”

My cunt began to throb in my panties. Actually, I was already pulsing down there, but this teen cutie shifted me into a higher gear. All too soon, she released my hand.

We gathered in the family room. Becky and I served up drinks for everyone, then we spent a few minutes getting to know one another, enjoying the various nibbles I’d prepared beforehand. The mood was relaxed and friendly, and I soon managed to relax, wondering if I’d overreacted about the nature of this little get-together.

Then Becky stood, clapping her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, ladies.. It’s time to strut your stuff!”

One at a time, the girls began to model for the rest of us, parading back and forth while we cheered and applauded. Skirts were lifted to show glimpses of panties, then cast aside, and the girl would go into a provocative dance before taking her seat. Then the next girl would get up to take her place. I couldn’t help but get caught up in the excitement, though I was still a bit on edge about removing my own skirt.

Some of the girls were bold enough to slide their hands up and down the stockinged legs of their friends. There was something intensely erotic about watching them do that, but I didn’t feel comfortable enough to follow their lead.

That is, until Veronica began to display herself.

She was stunning, with a tight body that curved in all the right places, her breasts nicely set off by an extremely low-cut halter top that left her belly exposed. Below that she sported a micro-mini like the one I’d seen her in the other day, along with a pair of sheer blue stockings. But this time she wore bright orange panties that peeked out both in front and back. Very, very sexy. My daughter was seated next to me, and she didn’t hesitate to stroke Veronica’s legs.

Once my daughter had finished caressing her friend — and lover, I reminded myself — Veronica drew closer to me. I instinctively parted my thighs, allowing her to move between them until she was only a couple of inches from the front of my very damp panties. She loomed over me like an Amazon goddess, a smile on her lips.

With this big, beautiful girl standing up so close to me like that, I could see up her skimpy skirt. As my daughter fondled her very long legs, I thought I spied a glimpse of dampness on the front of Veronica’s panties.

“Mom,” Becky said. “You’ve got to feel Veronica’s stockings. Go on, touch them.”

At that point, I found myself unable to resist temptation… and at any rate, I didn’t want to hurt Veronica’s feelings. So I ran my hands up and down her silky right leg like my daughter was doing with the left. I really got into it, my hands gliding down to Veronica’s ankles, then back to the tops of her thighs, briefly letting my thumbs tease the bare skin at the top of her stocking.

I glanced at Becky, who was still fondling Veronica’s other leg. Her eyes met mine, I gave her a shy smile… then she licked her lips.

My cheeks flushed again, but I teasingly flicked my tongue at her. It felt like I’d been drinking, even though I’d only had a club soda. Becky giggled and playfully nudged my shoulder with hers.

Turning back to Veronica, I had to stifle a cry of surprise when she hoisted her mini-skirt with one hand, groping her breasts with the other. My excitement spiked when, sure enough, I saw a generous patch of wetness on the front of those bright orange panties. She deftly unfastened her skirt, then flung it away with a flick of the wrist.

In spite of my best intentions, Veronica’s lewd performance was turning me on in a big way. This shapely teen hottie was obviously loving what my daughter and I were doing to her legs, and she wanted us to know it.

Seated to my right, Lisa spoke up. “Okay, you two… fun’s fun, but let’s put this on pause. We don’t want you to come just yet, Veronica – not before the dancer gets here!”

Everyone laughed as if that was genuinely funny, and I laughed right along… but the delicious twinge of warmth that rolled through my body told me Lisa might not be joking.

While I mulled over Lisa’s remark and what it might mean, the tall brunette Heather spoke up. “It’s time for Becky and Kathy to model for us.”

“Both of them, modeling together?” said Sally, the girl with the large breasts. “Oh, yeah. Great idea!”

“The mob has spoken,” Lisa announced, then patted my thigh. “C’mon, guys – shake it!”

All but leaping to her feet, Becky seized my hands, pulling me up to join her. Veronica sauntered over to plunk herself down on the couch my daughter and I had just vacated. She casually hooked a leg over Lisa’s, putting her sodden panties on full display.

Becky and I strutted around the group twice, then Lisa and Veronica began to fondle our legs. Before I knew it, the other girls were touching us in the same way.

Oh, my God, what an erotic treat that was. My daughter and I were standing there with our arms around each other’s waists while a half-dozen pair of hands showered us with affection, their touches planting lustful cravings in my already oversexed mind.

Much as I enjoyed being caressed, I felt a bit embarrassed because by then my panties were very wet, maybe even more so than Veronica’s, and the short skirt my daughter had loaned me surely made that obvious to anyone who looked.

Lisa was seated directly in front of us, and she was running one hand up and down my inner thigh while doing the same to my daughter. And all the time she was fondling our legs, she was gazing at me. Her eyes, her crystal blue eyes, bored right into my soul and seemed to say, I want to fuck you.

Those maddeningly bold hands of hers slipped up past the top of my nylons, fingers gliding along the bare skin there, lingering tantalizingly close to the front of my panties… and when I failed to protest, or show any sign of reluctance, she slid her hand between my daughter’s and my legs at the same time, cupping our mounds. I was startled – but it also felt so good that I wanted to scream.

Just when I thought I might come on the spot, the doorbell rang.

“That must be the dancer,” Becky said. “Lisa, why don’t you let Alex in, while the rest of us try to, um, cool down a bit.”

By the time Lisa sat back down on my left, Becky had passed chilled bottles of water around for everyone. That was a welcome relief to my very dry mouth. I was also feeling a bit relieved that I hadn’t had to strip down to my underwear… not yet, at least.

My daughter put a record on, then took the seat to my right.

The music began, and I immediately recognized the song – “It’s Your Thing,” by the Isley Brothers, an old favorite. In fact, the LP was mine, one I’d liberated from my father’s collection when I left for college. A driving bass line kicked the song off, then as the vocals began, a young girl strutted into the room, moving to the percolating beat.

At first glance, I thought Alex wasn’t a day over thirteen. The girl was slender, almost boyish with an adorable pixie haircut, dressed in a ripped t-shirt and skimpy shorts. She was utterly exquisite, a younger version of the kind of woman that appealed to me most.

During my college days, I had a whirlwind fling with a ballet major named Wren, the most passionate and intense sex I’d ever enjoyed at the time. She had close-cropped hair, slight breasts, a strong, slender frame, and was a tigress in bed. Alex looked very much like a younger equivalent of Wren, and the sight of her working it to The Isleys’ funky groove had my lust soaring. That track faded, Becky put on Sly and the Family Stone’s “Sing a Simple Song,” and Alex began to dance again.

By the third track she was down to a thong, and I was a hot mess, my panties so wet I could’ve wrung them out like a washcloth. God, I wanted to go down in front of Alex, draw that skimpy undergarment down to her ankles and take her cunt into my mouth.

Not good. Definitely not good. Far from keeping a lid on my forbidden longings, I now found myself on the cusp of behaving like a shameless slut in front of my daughter and her friends.

I was desperate to see Alex lose the thong and bare her body completely, but after the third number she bowed and made an exit. We all applauded and cheered, and I took a deep, calming breath. I couldn’t help but detect a hint of arousal in the air, and the scent had me high as a kite.

Becky put on a Stevie Wonder album, the one that opened with “Superstition,” then cranked the volume a few notches. “C’mon, everybody up!” she called. ”Let’s keep the party going while Alex takes a break.” She rushed over, seized my hands and pulled me to my feet. Becky began to dance, and I joined in without a second thought.

It was fun, shaking my body to the music. More than that, it was a chance to work off some of the erotic tension I’d built up during Alex’s performance. After a couple of minutes, I felt better, relaxed enough to dance for the sheer joy of it. It was like being a teenage girl again, laughing and giggling with my friends, cavorting in our pajamas to the music of those much-loved forty-fives.

This time, though, the dance began to turn sensual. I noticed some of the girls lightly touching each other as they moved. I wasn’t especially shocked – at that point, it seemed completely natural. So it didn’t startle me as much as it might have done when Becky placed a hand on my shoulder… then as her body floated round mine, trailed her fingers downward to brush my left breast for an exquisite second, just subtly enough that I couldn’t be sure she’d done it on purpose.

Becky ended her turn facing me, both hands now resting on my hips. Not knowing how else to respond, I wrapped both arms around her waist, conscious of an all too familiar heat that began to flare up all over again, making me want things I shouldn’t. My daughter’s face was so close that I felt her sweet breath caress my skin. Becky’s nipples, clearly visible through her T-shirt, gently brushed against my tits.

I could see some of the other girls kissing as they danced. So beautiful, I thought. And so fucking erotic.

And there was my daughter, the prettiest girl there, holding me close. Am I supposed to kiss her? I asked myself. Is that what she wants?

Taking the initiative, Becky kissed me instead, gently touching her lips to mine like she’d done the other day in the kitchen. I recalled that kiss, and the taste of pussy on her lips. The aroma of it had been strong and heady, not so different from what my nose detected now. Was I smelling myself, my daughter, or the mingled scents of a roomful of aroused girls?

“You’re the best, Mom,” my sweet daughter whispered into my mouth.

Then, rubbing her nipples back and forth against my breasts, she gave me a taste of her tongue. A surge of sexual electricity shot through my body, homing right in on my throbbing cunt. It hit like a bolt of lightning, as close as I’ve ever been to an orgasm without actually coming. Sweet aftershocks flickered outward from my center, lifting me to new heights of giddiness.

Becky was openly seducing me – in the presence of witnesses, no less! – and I wasn’t even making a show of resistance. How could I allow this to happen? The whole situation was crazy.

Crazy, yeah, but I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to, and guess what: I damn well didn’t. My own tongue came to life, shyly toying with hers.

Just before I could take the bull by the horns and really kiss Becky like a lover, she broke away and nimbly danced her way around me. Her soft arms around my waist, she pressed her body into mine. Our bodies swayed in time to the music. Her erect nipples teased my back. She was working her pelvis against my ass, and I swore I could feel the heat of my daughter’s pussy right through my skirt.

She reached up to cup my tits, her tongue dancing ever so lightly on my earlobe.

Lisa saw what was happening, and deftly maneuvered her partner Sally over to us. Lisa backed into me, pressing her ass into my crotch. Instinctively, I twined both arms around her. No point pretending we aren’t doing this, I decided, and placed my hands on those beautiful braless tits of Lisa’s, feeling her up like a horny high school boy. The way Lisa ground her ass against my mons told me she was enjoying it, too.

Sally backed into Lisa so Lisa could fondle her tits too. Then Heather backed into Sally, and Suzie backed into Heather. Ginger hooked up with Suzie, and Veronica brought up the end of the queue, backing into Ginger. We all danced tightly like that, hugging and fondling each other in a kinky conga line.

Suddenly Ginger ripped her top off and hurled it across the room, then pressed her bare breasts against Veronica’s back. Throwing both arms around the big girl’s hips to lift up the front of Veronica’s skimpy skirt, she thrust a hand into her pretend mommy’s panties.

I recognized the exact moment Ginger slid her finger into Veronica’s cunt, because the big girl let out a gasp, throwing her head back. She was groping her own breasts through a skimpy Pokemon shirt – that is, until Veronica followed Ginger’s lead – yanking her top off and tossing it aside to bare her upper half.

There we were, all eight of us fitted snugly together, lewdly grinding into each other’s bottoms, sharing caresses and getting high on the thick aroma of female desire that perfumed the air, growing more acute by the minute.

Alex padded back into the room, still nude but for her thong. When she saw us in our snake-like formation, she danced her way up to Veronica, about to join the chain.

But Becky spoke up first. “Hey, Alex, I’ve got a cool idea. Why don’t you dance the limbo through our legs?”

Breaking into a grin, Alex took a moment to study our positions, then nodded. “Sure, I’m up for it!”

“Cool!” Becky exclaimed. C’mon, girls — let’s give Alex room, see if she can make it all the way through!”

Our bodies still pressed tightly together, the eight of us spread our legs farther apart. I noticed Sally taking her top off, leaving her bare-breasted. I was feeling a strong impulse to do the same.

Alex went into the limbo, bending her body backwards in order to passbeneath Veronica’s crotch. Tall as she was, Alex had no trouble getting through. As her head passed underneath, l was shocked to see Alex trail her tongue over Veronica’s panty-covered mound. When she danced beneath Ginger, the lithe teen had to bend her body back further. She made it, though, giving her a lick along the way.

Alex paused for just a second with each girl she danced through — just long enough to lick the fronts of their panties before moving on. That is, until she came to me. Instead of proceeding on to my daughter like I thought she would, Alex knelt before me and planted her mouth on my cunt.

At that point Alex gave up all pretense of dancing; just got on her knees and mouthed me through a drenched pair of panties. Reaching under the tiny skirt I wore, she grasped the waistband and tugged my underwear down, then took my sex into her very hot mouth.

My daughter fondled my tits, all the while rubbing herself against my ass. “What an awesome sight, Mom. Watching Alex eat your pussy makes me so fucking hot.” She traced my ear with her tongue.

Breaking our human chain, the other girls gathered around to watch the dancer service me. Ginger began to masturbate, and soon they all were fingering themselves.

I should have been ashamed, standing there with my panties down around my ankles, allowing a young girl to eat my pussy. And sure, some pitiful remnant of my conscience was demanding I push Alex away and flee the room; shut myself away for the rest of the evening. The rest of me wasn’t interested, though, and I was damn well done with being the Responsible Mom. Just seeing Becky’s friends get themselves off while they watched me get fucked by a teenage girl was enough to drown out what traces of guilt I had left. And I had to admit it – my daughter’s flirting was driving me crazy with desire.

As if Becky could read my thoughts, she began to nuzzle my neck, purring, “Mmmm, Mom… Alex’s mouth feels good, huh?” She gave me a quick, playful bite, and I gasped. “She’s licked me that way before, you know. I’ve done it to her, too.”

Hearing those words from my daughter gave me a delicious shiver. It wasn’t how I’d expected Becky to come out… then again, wasn’t I admitting my own sexuality right then allowing Alex to have her way with me? She was amazingly good at giving oral, by the way, keeping me on a constant simmer without boiling over. By then I was carrying on like a bitch in heat, bucking my hips and fucking her face.

Lisa was suddenly standing next to me, frantically masturbating, her eyes radiating lust. Withdrawing her hand from a sodden pair of panties, she offered her glistening fingers to me. Unable to even consider refusing, I took them into my mouth.

It was all too much. Alex’s lips and tongue, working wonders on my throbbing cunt… my daughter pressed into me from behind, nibbling my ear while she touched me all over… the taste of Lisa’s pussy, her eyes smoldering with desire… I came harder than I could even imagine coming, ever.

I screamed. My knees buckled. The world exploded into incandescent shards of crystal, blinding me to everything but pleasure… the pure, purer, purest ecstasy that sizzled and burned through every inch of me. Luckily my daughter and some of the other girls held me up as I shuddered through my climax, or I might have keeled over on the spot.

The girls helped me over to a nearby couch and sat me down. I was totally spent, limp as a wet dishrag.

Becky sat next to me and put her arms around my trembling body. “Mom, that was amazing.” She gave me an affectionate kiss on the mouth.

“God,” I gasped, “I… I can’t believe I just did that.”

“Oh, Mom, you loved it. I could tell.”

“Well, yeah,” I laughed shakily, slowly sitting up. “I do have to admit, it was pretty amazing. And I really loved the way you were touching me. And watching your friends touch themselves, that was nice.”

“Girls are a lot more fun than guys, Mom.” She held my face in her hands and turned me towards her. “But I guess you knew that already, huh?” She closed her eyes and kissed me tenderly, her mouth lingering against mine.

My hands wound their way around Becky’s shoulders to embrace her.

As Becky’s tongue darted around my lips. I responded with a little tongue play of my own. To be honest, I was so worked up from the evening’s activities that I could already feel the stirrings of renewed passion. As we kissed with a mounting fervor, I felt her hands trailing upward to fondle my breasts again.

In the corner of my eye, I noticed the other girls getting hot and heavy with each other. Most of them had shed their tops, and Suzie was completely naked. Ginger was in Veronica’s lap, feeling her lover up while they exchanged juicy kisses. Veronica was rubbing the front of Ginger’s panties.

I couldn’t help but remember the mother-daughter roleplay those two were indulging in the other day — and how turned on my daughter and Lisa had been watching them – and me too, of course. I thought, Why not? Here’s my genuine daughter, practically making love to me. Surely she’d want me to return the favor…

Trembling inside, I placed both hands on Becky’s breasts.

“Yessssss, Mom…. oh please, yes…” she whimpered into my mouth.

I cupped those soft, supple globes, testing their weight, their fullness. This was wrong of me, no doubt, but I simply didn’t care anymore. Becky wanted me, I wanted her, and that was enough. I brushed my thumbs along her erect nipples, then began to roll them between my fingers.

My daughter squirmed and moaned against me. “Yes, Mom, yesssss. That’s so good.”

Lisa stopped making out with Suzie and Heather and scooted over to snuggle up next to me. She put her arm around my shoulder, and her other hand on my thigh, then pressed her warm lips to my neck while I made out with my daughter.

“Mmmm, Becky,” she purred. “Such a bad girl, making out with your own mother.”

“I like being bad,” Becky said, then looked at me. “Mom?”

“Yes, my love?”

“I want to see you kiss Lisa. Will you do that for me?”

“My pleasure,” I murmured, gave my daughter a brief parting kiss before I turned towards Lisa, who gazed deep into my eyes, plainly telegraphing her wanton desires. Then she crushed her mouth to mine, her tongue demanding entry. I didn’t resist.

As if on automatic pilot, I reached for Lisa’s tits and began to grope them. My God, they were lovely. I couldn’t get enough of those large nipples, so firm between my fingers.

Lisa slipped a hand between my thighs. I spread them for her. She found my point of entry, then eased a finger inside.

My daughter’s lips grazed my ear when she whispered, “That’s it, Mom… play with Lisa.”

Becky’s hands were still busy, both girls kissing and fondling me all over. And the raging cauldron of my cunt was on the verge boiling over once more.

I still couldn’t quite comprehend what I’d gotten myself into — a lesbian orgy with a bunch of teenage girls, one of them my own daughter! But I couldn’t make myself care. I was having the hottest, wildest, nastiest sex I’d ever indulged in — and I wasn’t even naked yet!

As if reading my mind, Becky unfastened my skirt and let it drop to the floor. Then Lisa undid my bra and tossed it aside. I hadn’t bothered putting my sodden panties back on after Alex brought me off, so now I was completely nude.

Both girls bent to nuzzle my breasts, each taking a nipple into her mouth. I threw my head back, a wild cry escaping my lips. I thrust a hand between my thighs, slipping a finger into the steaming cauldron of my vagina.

Just when I was on the verge of coming again, Becky raised her head from my breast. “Mom?” she asked in her sweetest voice.

“Yes, my love,” I panted.

“Alex made you come a few minutes ago. Don’t you think you ought to return the favor to her?”

I glanced behind my daughter and saw the androgynous young dancer smiling shyly at me. The thong she’d worn was now gone, and this sweet nymph was completely naked.

By this time I was so immersed in my own depravity that I couldn’t even imagine refusing. Seating myself on the sofa, I murmured, “Come here, sweetheart,” extending my arms out to the young girl. Alex came to me, climbing into my lap. I kissed her, and she was quick to respond. I sucked on her tongue, savoring the taste of my pussy that lingered there.

Alex nestled into me, and I cuddled her like a child. She took my nipple between her lips and sucked the tip like a nursing baby. I was stunned by how much that turned me on.

Eager to touch that lovely shaved slit, I slid a hand up between Alex’s legs. She whimpered in delight when I stroked her there.

“Hey, you guys,” Becky said, touching my shoulder. “Come with me. I’ve got an idea.”

Gently depositing Alex on her feet, I stood, then let Becky lead us to the large dining table on the opposite side of the family room, the one we moved to when hosting dinners for our extended family. It hadn’t seen much use since I split with my husband.

My daughter patted the two-inch-thick slab of oak. “Alex, stand on this.”

With a giggle, Alex jumped onto the table, then turned to face us.

“Enjoy, Mom.” My daughter placed a hand on my back, nudging me towards the nude teen.

Not that I needed any encouragement. Her baby-smooth sex was utterly inviting – and I was aching for a taste.

Alex’s groin was exactly at my face level. First I trailed a fingertip through her wet slit, looking up into the girl’s hazel eyes while I touched her.

“Ohhhhhh,” she moaned, toying with her nipples.

I reached around Alex’s thin form to fondle that pert little bottom while drawing closer to her cunt. I’d never gone down on a young girl before. I was trembling all over, nostrils flaring as I breathed in her musky, mouth-watering scent.

There was no turning back now. I was far too lost in helpless desire. I had to do this.

I touched my lips to Alex’s slit. She quivered. I kissed the rosy flesh, sampling her flavor. Mmm, yummy.

I began to lick her. The pungent taste of her was intoxicating. I’d never gone down on a young girl before, and now I was wondering why I’d waited so long to try it.

Spreading Alex’s cunt open with my thumbs, I let my tongue enter, then began to thrust it in and out. She was moving her hips against my face, as if demanding more. I gave it to her.

“Yessssss,” she said, resting her hands on my head. “D-don’t stop… oh, don’t stop!”

Pressing herself against my back, Becky reached around to play with my nipples, scissoring them between her fingers.

I felt warm hands touch my body, the hands of several other girls. Soft lips kissing my skin. I continued to pleasure Alex, trailing my tongue through her moist labia. Her honey coated my lips, oozed down to drip from my chin.

My heart skipped a beat when I felt Becky’s hand glide down my belly until she could fondle my pussy. By then, I was fully aware that my daughter wanted sex with me, but when she penetrated my vagina with her fingers, the truth of it hit me like a lightning bolt. More than that, I was rocked to my fundament by the realization that, morals be damned, I intended to let Becky realize her desire. And I would respond with joy in my heart, eager to love my child in the same way.

In the meantime, I had to focus on pleasing Alex. It wasn’t easy, especially with Becky and her friends showering affection on me. One of the girls had knelt behind me and was licking my pussy, occasionally flicking her hot tongue into the crack of my ass. Christ almighty, that felt good.

Hands and mouths were all over my body, but mattered most right then was Alex’s luscious cunt. I sought out the pearl of her clitoris with a finger, then gave it a little flick.

A shudder ran through her body. “Oh!” she cried.

She whimpered and thrashed. I held on for dear life, manipulating her clit as best I could. Down below, whoever was eating me pushed a finger deep into my ass with one firm stroke.

Alex and I both came at the same time. Somehow, I managed to keep licking her until she begged me to quit. Then I stumbled over to a chair and collapsed into it, dazed and out of breath.

Once I’d recovered, everyone was dancing again. Becky had put on an Al Green CD to set the mood. By this time everyone had undressed or been stripped down to stockings or socks – that is, except for Alex and Suzie, who were completely naked, and my daughter who, for some reason, was still in t-shirt and panties. I saw Veronica attempt to take off Becky’s top, but she shook her head. Why didn’t she want to finish undressing?

We started out dancing in pairs, then converged into a mass of bare bodies, swaying to the music with arms around each other. Everyone was hugging and kissing and rubbing their bodies together. Mouths and tongues joined in sweet loveplay. Hands cupped breasts, fingers brushed nipples, cunts pressed against asses and thighs.

We soon started breaking off into pairs, and I found myself dancing with Lisa. We held each other close, swaying to the music.

Her hands moved down to cradle my ass, and I returned the favor, fondling her luscious bottom, letting my fingers stray between the cheeks to tease her rosebud.

Closing her eyes, Lisa found my mouth with hers, and we shared a hungry kiss. I tasted cunt on her lips, and it occurred to me that I had no idea which girl it came from. For some reason, that really turned me on.

Suddenly breaking away, Lisa knelt before me, clutching my hips. She moved in to give my pussy a playful lick, then took my clit into her mouth. I moaned, swaying to and fro while the girl sucked me into delirium.

I got so weak in the knees I couldn’t remain standing, so I got down on the floor with Lisa and crushed my face to hers, plunging my tongue into her mouth.

The lust I felt turned me into a crazed animal, desperate to fuck. I pushed Lisa down on her back and sucked at her nipples — those pert pink nipples that had been driving me crazy ever since I first saw my daughter sucking on them. I teased them with my tongue. I flicked them lovingly. I bit them.

I was having my way with her, but Lisa must have wanted to take control. She abruptly rolled me over and sat up, our legs spread apart so she was grinding her pussy into mine. As we began to scissor, she flashed me a smile that was positively feral.

Lisa was clearly an athletic girl, her arms and legs toned and strong. Propping herself up, she fucked me girl-style, generating a glorious friction of cunt against cunt.

I stared into her sex-drenched face as she pushed herself hard against me. Such a nasty girl – but oh, so beautiful. She seemed to gaze into my soul with those crystal clear eyes of hers and, as our bodies pumped together like components in a fine-tuned engine, she moaned, “I’m fucking you, Kathy, oh God I’m fucking you…”

Meanwhile, all the other girls had stopped dancing and were having sex in various combinations.

My hands were grasping Lisa’s ass as she thrust her pussy against mine. Our clits met.

“Nggggggggfuck YEAH,” she moaned. Her motions became increasingly frantic, the breath hissing through gritted teeth. Then her body gave a hard jerk, and she came.

After two orgasms of my own, I wasn’t quite ready to get off again, but let Lisa ride me through what looked like one hell of a climax. Then she froze in mid-thrust, a whimper escaped her lips, and she slowly went limp in my arms. I cuddled her, tenderly stroking my young lover while watching the others enjoy themselves.

Heather and Suzie were nuzzling Veronica’s tits. Ginger was on her back, Heather riding her face. Ginger had her legs spread, the girl’s auburn pussy begging to be licked. Sally was leaning back against a wall, cupping her breasts while she got done by a kneeling Alex, who was driving two fingers in and out of her vagina.

My daughter, still in t-shirt and panties, was lying between Veronica’s thighs, nibbling at her cunt.

Poor Becky, I thought. Everyone else has come at least once except her. Such a good hostess, always giving, never taking.

My heart went out to her… and then I knew what I wanted to do. What I had to do.

I gave Lisa a parting kiss, then got up to move towards Becky.

My daughter sensed my approach. She raised her face from Veronica’s pussy, then rose to meet me.

We embraced. She trembled in my arms. I tasted her lips, wondering how many different pussies had anointed them that evening.

Hungry for more, I kissed my daughter like a lover, plunging my tongue into her eager mouth. She sucked at it for a moment, then her own tongue joined mine in a heated dance that lasted for a long, delirious while.

When we broke for air, she whispered, her forehead resting against mine, “Mom, please make love to me… no one’s made me come yet tonight, because I wanted my first to be with you.” She kissed me gently. “I’ve wanted this to happen for so long, ever since I knew I liked girls.”

“Relax, angel,” I said, “I’ll take care of you.” We kissed again, and I placed a hand on the rise of her vulva, applying a hint of pressure through her soaked panties.

“Ohhhhh!” Becky cried, “Yes, Mom. Touch me! I — I love you…”

“Love you too,” I said, my fingers sliding through the crease of her sex.

Wrapping both arms around me, Becky rested her chin on my shoulder, her body swaying in time with my strokes.

It felt lovely to pleasure my daughter this way, but I was ready to take this all the way. I guess Becky was, too, because she reached down to seize my hand, then stuffed it inside her panties. I paused, then she blurted, “K-keep going!”

Now I was stroking my baby girl’s hot, juicy cunt, and it thrilled me almost as much as the ecstatic moan she gave when I entered her with my index finger. I was cautious at first, but it was immediately clear that her hymen was gone, so I added a second finger, picking up the pace.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!” Becky wailed. “Fuck me, Mom, g-get me off!”

I could have given her that, fucked Becky until she exploded… but I wanted to make my daughter come with my mouth.

She mewled in protest when I withdrew my hand, but it tapered off into a blissful sigh as I buried my face in Becky’s chest, nuzzling her stiffened nipples through the t-shirt.

When I dropped to my knees, trailing my hands down to her hips, she knew where I was headed. “Yeah, Mom,” Becky panted, “lick my pussy, do it to me…”

“I’d love to, sweetie,” I told her, “but first, let’s get you naked.”

As Becky struggled out of her t-shirt, I grasped the waistband of her panties and tugged them down to the carpet, tossing them aside when she stepped out. I laid my now naked daughter down in the thick shag and knelt before her, my face only inches from the prize.

I drank in the thick, earthy aroma of my daughter’s cunt, letting it drive my lust higher. I was about to immerse myself in the forbidden act of incest… and right then, I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything. My mouth watered for Becky.

I lightly grazed her juicy slit with my lips.

She quivered. “Yes, Mom… yesssss.”

I kissed her pouting labia, then traced the opening with my tongue.

“UmmmmmmMMMMMmmm, oh Mom!”

I touched my tongue to the very tip of her clitoris.

“Oh, God, oh, God, oh GOD–”

I brushed it with my tongue.

“Nggggggggggggod, fuck, yessssss.” Becky was shivering all over, desperate for me to get down to some serious oral action. It was so much fun to tease her, though!

I slowly, slowly entered her, easing my tongue inside a millimeter at a time.

“Please, Mom. Oh my God, please…!”

It was time. I abruptly covered her cunt with my mouth, licking her wildly, my tongue flashing to life.

She bucked violently, her hoarse scream filling the room. Snatching at my head, fingernails biting into my scalp, Becky thrust back at me, fucking my face.

I went down on my daughter with everything I had, then buried two fingers in her. Taking her clit between my lips, I sucked at it. Her head was thrown back, mouth open in a soundless scream.

She came in my face, her entire body seizing up in spasms of helpless rapture. Her hands twitched in my hair as she held me to her cunt. I continued to go down on her, taking my daughter through several wrenching orgasms until she pushed my head away. Becky’s body went limp, her head hitting the rug with a light thud.

I stretched out alongside her. Becky clumsily twined both arms around my damp back.

We lay quietly together, gently kissing and sharing caresses.

The sounds of girls making love all around us was like sweet music… relaxing at first, then stimulating, making our own bodies stir with renewed heat. Becky was growing restless in my arms, her desire grown sharp again as our kisses grew hotter, hungrier.

Twisting my body around on top of hers, I burrowed between her thighs again and kissed Becky’s slit. She was dripping with renewed desire.

She started kissing my thighs, then took my flower into her eager mouth.

We licked and sucked each other in a frenzy, our bodies squirming together.

Some of the other girls came over to fondle and kiss us all over as Becky and I made love, mother and daughter lost in an ocean of otherworldly pleasure and erotic wonder.

When my baby and I came together, it was the most beautiful moment of my life. I doubt any mother had ever bonded with her daughter in a more perfect way. And when we kissed afterward, I knew I was in love with her.

Becky and I are now a couple. We sleep in the same bed, and make love nearly every night. We are both blissfully happy.

The End  

Note from JetBoy: This is based on an old story I thought was posted somewhere at Nifty, but a recent intense search left me empty-handed. I’ve been fiddling with it off and on for at least twenty years, believe it or not. Recently I applied a new coat of polish from top to bottom, and here’s the result. The basic plot hews close to the original, but two decades of gradual reworking have made it new enough, and me arrogant enough, to take a writing credit. My fervent thanks to the unknown author for the inspiration. If you don’t like the result, it’s not their fault.

By JetBoy

Ever since I was fourteen, I’d wanted a tattoo. All my favorite bands featured heavily inked musicians, and I’d even bought a subscription to a tattoo magazine with my own money. I dropped hints around my mother all the time, but she just smiled and replied with, “Maybe when you’re older, hon.”

Then on the morning I turned sixteen, Mom gave me a surprise I’d never expected — not for another couple of years, at least. “So, Cheryl,” she said, flashing a huge grin, “I’ve decided to let you get a tattoo for your birthday.”

I practically shrieked with joy, bouncing out of my seat and rushing over to give Mom a big hug, thanking her over and over again.

“But,” she continued, interrupting my glee, “there’s one condition.”

I broke away, peering at Mom suspiciously. Great. Always a catch. “What is it?”

She laughed, then took my hand. “You and me, honey… I want us to get the same tattoo in the same place.”

That was fine with me. In fact, I loved the idea! I pulled out my book of tattoo designs and went through them all with my mother. It took us a couple of days to agree on what we wanted and where we wanted it to go: a Chinese-style dragon on our left breasts.

We went to the only female tattoo artist in the whole area, this cute punk woman named Kristy. Mom explained what we wanted, Kristy loved the idea, and set up an appointment for us that weekend.

I was so excited! I took my design to school and showed it to everyone. A couple of boys said they wanted to see the finished piece, but I suspected that they really just wanted a peek at my tits. I hadn’t done any serious dating by then, not wanting to rush into the whole relationship thing just yet, but I knew that when the time came, I’d be pretty popular with the guys.

Most folks seem to think I’m cute. I have long straight hair and hazel eyes. My body is thinner than I like, but at least my breasts came in. I enjoy dyeing my hair in wild colors and clothes that are sort of punk or goth. I don’t spend much time out in the sun, so I’ve got really pale skin.

As for Mom, she has long jet-black hair that she usually wears in a ponytail. She has cute freckles, warm brown eyes, and a sweet smile. I’m jealous of two things about my mother — her big boobs and her shapely legs. Actually, she’s got a really great ass, too.

That Saturday Mom drove to the tattoo place, both of us in a great mood, laughing and cutting up. When we got there, Kristy took us both back to her private studio. Switching on a powerful light over what looked like an old dentist’s chair, she said, “Who’s first?’

Mom and I glanced at each other. Even though I’d been waiting for this day for what seemed like ages, I suddenly felt a little scared. Detecting that fear in my eyes, Mom gave me a reassuring smile and turned to Kristy. “I’ll go ahead.”

My mother was wearing a plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off at the shoulders. She undid the buttons and took it right off. She’d gone without a bra, so her breasts were bare. Of course, we were in the back of Kristy’s shop where no one could see.

Mom sat down in the dentist’s chair, and the artist tilted it back and went to work.

It took an hour and a half for the outline and coloring to be finished. When Kristy wiped away the hints of blood, I got to see the dragon for the first time. By then, I was definitely ready to get mine done, but still felt a little nervous.

Finally, Kristy placed a large, clear bandage over my mother’s breast, then straightened up. “Okay — you’re done.”

Climbing from the chair and slowly stretching, Mom came over to me. “So — what do you think, kiddo?”

The tattoo was amazing, but I was also awed at the sight of Mom’s tits. I mean, I already knew they were nice, but this was probably the first time I’d had a real up-close look at her bare breasts since I was nursing.

That gave me an odd feeling, like being excited and embarrassed at the same time. It was weird, and I didn’t understand it. Anyhow, I told Mom her tattoo looked awesome, and she said, “Your turn!”

I felt kind of awkward taking off my shirt, and it showed on my flushed face. Mom rolled her eyes. “Well, Cheryl, you’re the one who’s been badgering me to let you have a tattoo. Kristy can’t do it through your clothes!”

“Tell you what,” Kristy said. “I’ll go topless too, if it’ll make you more comfortable. How’s that?”

I gave a shy nod, then pulled my shirt over my head and laid it to one side. When I turned back to Kristy, she’d already taken off her black T-shirt. She had nice breasts, with rings in both nipples and really cool tattoos of her own.

I laid down on the dentist’s chair as Kristy put on a fresh pair of latex gloves and changed her needle. When she was ready to start, she rubbed some ointment into my breast. The heel of her hand kept brushing my nipple, and that odd feeling I had while checking out Mom was getting stronger.

All of a sudden, I knew what it was. It was the same feeling I got when I stayed up late to watch dirty movies on cable, or when I squeezed my thighs together in class while staring at boys I thought were cute. Basically, it was the feeling I got when I needed to masturbate.

Okay… but why was I feeling like that now?

Once the needle hit me, though, every thought I had was driven out of my head. It hurt. I knew that already, that getting a tattoo was going to be painful, so I wasn’t complaining, and didn’t cry or anything. I was going to act like an adult. But it was still hard to take.

My half-naked mother stood next to the chair, smiling down at me, holding my hand, and making jokes. She even said “I’d kiss and make it better for you, but that might get me in trouble!” We all laughed, but it made me feel tingly, wondering what it would feel like to have someone kiss my breast.

Finally, Kristy’s work was done. She handed me a mirror, and then I was able to see the whole thing. It looked so fucking cool! My first tattoo! I was deliriously happy.

“Beautiful,” Mom murmured, nodding as she checked it out.

Kristy warned us to leave our bandages on for twenty-four hours, and then to clean the tattoo every day with this special lotion she gave us. “For the next three days, try to keep the tattooed area from getting wet,” she said. “If it does, just gently pat it dry.”

We thanked Kristy, then she hugged us both. It was nice, getting embraced by a sexy topless woman. I think Mom enjoyed it, too.

The next day, Mom asked if I wanted to shower with her.

“Shower with you?” I replied. “I guess that’s okay. Why, though?”

“Since we’ve got these tattoos to take care of, we may as well do it together,” she said with a shrug.

“Yeah, why not?” I said. Actually, I thought it would be cool to compare our new tattoos in the shower, though I was kind of embarrassed about being completely naked in front of Mom. I’d been shy about exposing my body ever since reaching puberty, so she hadn’t seen me completely out of my clothes for a while.

We undressed in the bathroom together. Mom noted that I’d grown a nice tuft of pubic hair, which made me blush furiously. Mom’s pubes were lush and thick. She didn’t shave under her arms, either, which I thought was really sexy.

We had to press up against each other to change places in our narrow shower. I got an odd little feeling inside as Mom’s nipples brushed lightly against my back, then once more as her hand rested against my belly for balance.

After I’d finished washing my hair, Mom said, “Let’s compare our tattoos,” so we stood face to face. They looked awesome. I moved closer at the same time Mom did and first our nipples touched, and it was like a twinge of electricity going through me. I lost my balance and fell into her, and Mom caught me in her arms. We were hugging each other and laughing, trying not to fall over. It was awkward but nice, if you know what I mean.

***

Fast forward one year. About a week before I was to turn seventeen, Mom asked me over breakfast. “How would you feel about getting another tattoo? Along with me, like we did last year?”

“Yes, definitely!” I exclaimed. We started brainstorming right away.

We ended up settling on a rose with a thorny stem, with one thorn seeming to prick the skin and draw a single drop of blood. It was a super-cool design. We couldn’t agree at first on where to do it, though. I wanted the stem to wrap around my upper arm and have the flower on my shoulder, but my mom wanted to have it on her ass, which I didn’t want. We floated the idea of getting them done on our pubic mounds, but quickly vetoed that, since neither of us wanted to shave ourselves bare.

Then I came up with the idea of having the tattoo placed on our inner thighs… close to our pussies, but not so close that I had to more than trim my bush every now and then. When I proposed this to Mom, she agreed wholeheartedly.

Our tattoo artist Kristy gave the design a big thumbs-up. “I’ve got a rose design that will be perfect for what you have in mind,” she told Mom. “When you come in, be sure to wear something comfortable and loose.”

After Mom ended the call, she said, “Hope you’re prepared, hon… we’re gonna have to get naked to get these done!”

I laughed, but I was thinking the same thing. By then, I was more comfortable with my body, so having to strip down for Kristy wasn’t such a big deal. I decided to wear sweatpants, but Mom chose to go with a sundress.

Upon our arrival, Kristy took us in the back room. “Who wants to go first?” she said.

“I will,” I replied. Slipping out of my sweatpants and underwear, I positioned myself in the dentist’s chair.

Kristy studied my pussy. “I used to shave myself down there,” she said as she prepared her needles.

“So you let it grow out?” asked Mom.

“No, I had electrolysis, because I wanted to get a tattoo right above my pussy.”

“Really?” Mom asked, interested. “What of?”

Kristy smiled. “Wanna see?”

I felt that weird combination of awkwardness and excitement as Kristy unbuckled her metal-studded belt, then unbuttoned her tight black leather pants. She pushed them down to the tops of her thighs to reveal a bright red thong, then slid that down, too.

Her tattoo was incredible. She had a garden where her pubes should have been;  flowers and grass and leaves, with a bright golden butterfly just above. Beautiful as it was, I also enjoyed the view of Kristy’s shaved pussy. She was one seriously sexy woman.

“Pretty cool, huh? Maybe one day we can do something like this for you,” Kristy said as she tugged her pants and thong down and off. “It would be simple to work your rose design into a larger garden piece.” She kicked her clothes to the side. “Hope you don’t mind if I leave these off. I actually prefer working naked, and since you’ve both seen me…”

“No problem,” Mom said. “You can take your top off, too, if you want to be completely naked. We don’t mind, do we, Cheryl?”

“Um, no,” I said, my mouth a little dry.

“Nervous?” Kristy asked, pulling her top off, casting it aside, then twisting her hair into a ponytail.

“No. Well, yeah, a little.” Really, it was seeing Kristy completely naked that unsettled me, but I didn’t want her to know that.

“It won’t hurt that much. If I was tattooing right on your vulva, it would hurt a lot more.”

“Um. okay.” I felt so tingly around this lovely lady whenever she touched me or revealed her body… and being naked in her presence made those feelings even stronger. At sixteen, I’d still not done much more than kiss a couple of boys, and let one feel me up, and I was starting to wonder if I might like girls more. The idea of being gay was perplexing, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but it couldn’t be denied that those days, I was paying more attention to cute girls than boys. And right then, I couldn’t stop sneaking peeks at Kristy’s bare body.

She snapped on her latex gloves, and the tattooing began. This one took much less time. In fact, it seemed to be done in a few minutes. Kristy wiped off the excess ink and blood, then handed me the mirror. Holding in front of my crotch, I spread my legs. The tattoo was really cool, but I was also looking at my open pussy, and wondering if Kristy was looking, too.

She wasn’t — she was taking off her gloves on the other side of the room — but Mom was.

She noticed that I’d seen her checking me out, but didn’t look away. “It looks good, kiddo… very good,” she murmured, still staring. Then her eyes met mine, and she blushed, as if embarrassed.

After Kristy bandaged me up, I got out of the chair and carefully slipped into my clothes. Mom laid down in the chair and pulled up her sundress. Whoa — she wasn’t wearing panties!

She noticed me staring, and gave a shrug. “I thought it would be easier to just go without, you know?” Glancing at Kristy, she added, “Actually, it’s kind of warm in here. Mind if I take this all the way off?”

“Go for it,” Kristy replied with a nod and a smile. “Mi casa es tu casa.”

So she did it. Mom sat up, tugged her dress up and off, said, “Hold this for me, sweetie,” tossed it into my lap, then lay back stark naked.

God, my heart was going a mile a minute, what with all this nudity around me. Kristy was facing away from me, so I was able to really check out her body. She was built very nicely, with a spectacular ass.

My eyes kept wandering back to Mom’s pussy, too. I’d seen her nude when we showered together, but now she was sitting with her legs spread apart, her sex on full display. I now understood why people describe pussies as being like flowers, because that’s what hers reminded me of. Her dress was still warm from her body, and it smelled lovely

Okay, this was seriously weird. Was my own mother getting me hot? That didn’t make sense. I struggled to push the thought away.

I was restless, unable to keep still. I suddenly regretted putting my sweatpants back on, thinking how cool it would be if I was naked too. Oh, well, too late to take them off again.

Kristy put on another pair of gloves and got her needle ready. She said, “All right, here we go,” sat down and got to work.

Mom grimaced a few times, so I scooted closer and took her hand and joked with her, just like she’d done for me the first time. That helped ease my tension a bit.

At one point, Kristy’s hand accidentally brushed Mom’s pussy. Mom gasped, her eyes going wide for a second, then she said, “Do you charge extra for that?”

Kristy laughed. “For you? Free of charge.”

Whoa, were they flirting? I felt that crazy quiver inside me again, stronger than before.

Afterward, Mom got back into her dress, and Kristy gave us instructions, along with another bottle of that special lotion. Like last time, she hugged us, only now she was completely naked. Her body felt SO good against mine, and the smell of her had me lightheaded. I think Kristy could feel how fast my heart was beating, because she gave me a big wink when we drew apart. “Hope to see you two again,” she said, lightly touching the tip of my nose.

On the way to the car, Mom and I were walking kind of funny with those big clear bandages over our new tattoos, and we joked about it all the way home. We picked up a pizza on the way, and after changing into pajamas. We spent a couple of hours watching TV before turning in.

The next night, after we took off our bandages, Mom suggested we shower together again. This time, I was all for it. This time, it wasn’t at all awkward to be naked in front of her… in fact, undressing with Mom gave me that same feeling that I seemed to be getting more and more often when I was around other girls and women. By now, I was coming to think that I really was gay, but the idea didn’t bother me like it had at first… I actually liked the idea of being a lesbian.

This time, we really enjoyed ourselves in the shower. Mom and I soaped each other’s backs and took turns washing one another’s hair. And we were a lot more relaxed about squeezing past each other in the stall. I was thinking of suggesting that we shower together more often.

When we were done, Mom pulled back the curtain and we both stepped dripping onto the bath mat. “Oops! There’s only one towel!” Mom said.

“Then we’ll have to share,” I replied. So we did. Mom dried me first, and I got that warm, cozy feeling again as she ran the towel all over my body. Then I returned the favor. Even though the towel prevented skin-to-skin contact, it was still exciting to rub Mom’s bottom or dry her breasts. By now, I was starting to wonder if I didn’t have a sort of crush on her.

When we were both dry, Mom surprised me by hugging me tightly, pressing her body into mine. This wasn’t a brief little hug, but a full embrace. I felt myself trembling inside as she held me close. I returned her hug, burrowing my face into her neck, wrapping both arms wrapped tightly around her waist. She smelled so good! Time seemed to stop as we nestled together.

At last she pulled away and cupped my face in her warm hands. She was smiling, and her eyes glowed with adoration.

“I have a present for you,” she said. “Come into my room.”

“Right now? Shouldn’t I get dressed?”

“No, baby. Come on.”

She took my hand and led me down the hall to her bedroom, both of us still completely naked.

“Sit on the bed, kiddo.”

I obeyed, intensely curious. What was it? She went into her closet, and I could see her reaching up to the top shelf.

God, she’s so hot, I thought as I gazed at her bare bottom. I don’t know why I wasn’t more bothered about having these sexy thoughts about Mom… but they didn’t seem wrong, somehow.

Mom pulled a long red package from the back of the shelf, brought it over and sat down on the bed next to me. She placed the box in my lap.

“Um… what is it?” I asked.

“Open it, silly,” she said, resting her hand on my bare back. Her touch was warm, but it sent a shiver through me.

I carefully removed the packaging, then opened the box. Oh, my God. She’d given me a vibrator!

“Mom!” I gasped, feeling that all-too-familiar flood of embarrassment and excitement… but stronger than ever before. Blushing hotly, I fell over on my side and hid my face. Mom kept stroking my lower back, and I realized that she could see my exposed pussy when I was all curled up on my side like this.

“Honey, don’t be embarrassed,” she said. “I have one just like this.”

I didn’t feel like looking up just yet. My feelings were confused, but at the same time they were so amazingly intense. I needed something badly, but didn’t know what it was.

“Sit up, honey… don’t hide like that,” she murmured. “Here, I can show you how to use it.”

What? Did I hear that right? I raised my head and stared at her.

“It’s okay, kiddo. C’mon… you need to know the right way to use one of these. Let me teach you,” She was holding a similar vibrator in her left hand, smiling at me.

“Mooom…” I groaned, hiding my face again. God, I did not know how to react to this. I felt like such a dork.

“Oh, sweetie, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I guess… maybe this was a stupid idea. Sorry.” The tone of Mom’s voice had turned sorrowful.

Stricken, I sat up and faced her. “Oh, Mom, no! Please don’t be unhappy. I’m just… it’s just, you kinda surprised me. It’s a great present, really.” Not knowing what else to say, I hugged her. “Thanks, Mom,” I murmured.

Mom hugged me back… then she took my face in her hands, her eyes gazing deep into mine. The love I saw there made me melt inside.

She kissed me. Once, twice… then a third time, her lips lingering against mine. Then she looked at me again… and this time, I saw more in her eyes than love.

On the fourth kiss I parted my lips, kissing her back. I felt her own mouth open slightly in response… and with that, something broke inside me and my kiss grew hot and passionate. Without a second thought, I plunged my tongue into Mom’s mouth.

She whimpered… then her tongue emerged to meet mine. Just like that, my mother and I were kissing like lovers.

It was an amazing kiss. I felt a surge of warmth rush from my face down my spine to between my legs. It left me wetter than I’d ever been.

All the strange sensations I’d experienced in her presence, all those confused yearnings I couldn’t put a name to — they fell into place like a jigsaw puzzle, and I understood what I’d been feeling for Mom for… for years, maybe. Desire.

How could I not have seen it? I asked myself, marveling at how dense I’d been. At that moment, my craving for Mom couldn’t have been more obvious. I guess the idea of sex with my own mother was so implausible that my subconscious mind dismissed it without a second thought. But at that moment, I knew the truth. I wanted her, she wanted me, and we were going to give in to these forbidden desires.

Thus far, Mom and I were only French kissing, but I wanted more. I placed both hands on her heavy breasts and fondled them, cupped them, brushed her nipples with my fingers.

Mom began to return the favor, her warm hands exploring my naked upper half, bringing my nipples to aching stiffness.

Then Mom gently broke our kiss, dipping her head to take my left nipple into her mouth, and I moaned helplessly, cradling her head to my chest. I’d caressed my budding breasts before while masturbating,. but that was a poor second to my mother’s lips and tongue, now teasing my throbbing nipple until I was panting from the pleasure of it, my pussy so wet I swore I could hear it squish. Then she switched to the other nipple, and repeated her loving attentions.

Her tongue finally trailed its way up my neck to my mouth, and Mom and I shared another heated kiss.

Then Mom broke away and said, “Want to feel something really nice, kiddo?”

Heart pounding so hard I was incapable of speech, I simply nodded.

Mom laid me back on the bed, gently parted my legs, then lowered her face between them, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Oh, my God, Mom–” I began. Instead of saying more, I whimpered as I felt her tongue part my slit. Then her mouth claimed my pussy, and I was lost.

No one had ever gone down on me before. It was heaven. I thought the orgasms I’d learned to give myself had been powerful, but the crashing waves of ecstasy that wracked my body now were in a whole different universe. She pleasured me through at least three climaxes, her mouth finding all kinds of ways to drive me wild.

At last, after I begged her to stop, she ceased. She moved slowly up my sweating body, her breasts brushing my flushed skin, finally lying down next to me. Her smile warmed me all over.

Mom moved to kiss me, but I didn’t have the strength to respond like I wanted. Instead, I just hummed with pleasure as her lips brushed mine, her tongue circling my mouth. She tasted like my pussy.

She finally relaxed next to me, reaching down to pull the sheets up to my chin. “Happy birthday, kiddo,” she said, kissing my forehead. “I love you. More than anything.”

“Love you too, Mom,” I whispered, already feeling myself drifting into slumber.

***

I awoke to the sound of singing. Opening my eyes, I found myself alone in bed. I could hear Mom’s voice in the kitchen, happily crooning some old rock song as she made breakfast.

I sank back into the pillow, wondering how long it had been since I’d heard my mother sing in the morning. It felt so nice, relaxing in bed, thinking of the good things Mom and I had shared last night, hearing how happy she sounded today. I touched my lips, remembering how good her kisses had felt.

God, I already wanted to make love to her again. Come to think of it, Mom had pleasured me last night, but I fell asleep before I could return the favor. Gotta do something about that, I thought.

Suddenly energized, I leapt from Mom’s bed and hustled into the bathroom. Quickly hitting the shower, then brushing my teeth, I threw on a dressing gown and hastened downstairs to find Mom.

She was in the kitchen, mixing pancake batter. Mmm… pancakes sounded great right then, but I had a heartier breakfast in mind.

Mom glanced up as I came in. “Morning, honey,” she said shyly, then turned back to her mixing. Like me, she wore a long dressing gown.

I moved behind her and wrapped both arms around Mom, pressing myself against her, placing an open-mouthed kiss on her neck. “Ooooh!” she squealed.

Without a word, I pulled her gown open to explore the soft treasures inside. I was thrilled to discover that she, too, was naked underneath, and I cupped her breasts.

“Oh, God… Cheryl,” she gasped, leaning back against me.

I licked my way around my mother’s ear as I felt her up, then whispered, “Breakfast can wait, Mom.”

Dropping her mixing spoon onto the kitchen counter, Mom turned to me and we kissed. I’d allowed my gown to fall open, and Mom purred with pleasure as our naked bodies pressed together. My tongue was dancing with hers.

I gently broke our kiss. “C’mon,” I murmured, tugging at her hand.

I led my mother to her room without a word, then kissed her again, pushing the dressing gown off her shoulders to leave her nude. I shrugged off my own gown, then we climbed onto the bed.

My mother gazed up at me, dreamy-eyed, her body open and waiting. The sight was mouthwatering. I hungered for her, ached to touch my mother’s skin, fondle her soft, full breasts, lick her pert pink nipples — but most of all I needed to taste her pussy; to bury my face in the lush auburn thatch that adorned Momma’s sex and fuck her with my tongue.

I’d never thought of myself as a lesbian before, but as I gazed lustfully at my mother’s bare body, it seemed ridiculous that I hadn’t always recognized my desire for women. And how on earth could I have failed to realize how much I’d hungered for her? Kneeling before Mom, breathing in the heady scent of her pussy, I understood for the first time who I really was.

“I’m gonna fuck you, Mom,” I said quietly. “I’m gonna show you how much you mean to me… and how sexy you are.”

“Oh, baby, yes,” she gasped, her body trembling. “Take me. Make me yours. My daughter’s lover… yes.”

I climbed onto Mom and claimed her mouth with mine. Her tongue immediately darted between my lips, and we shared a kiss that made our lovemaking from last night seem timid. My hand found her pubic tuft, and I explored her wetness with my fingers. She moaned as I pressed two of them inside, marveling at how hot she was – like a furnace!.

Tearing my mouth from hers, I began to kiss my way down Mom’s body. I nuzzled her neck, pressed my lips into the hollow of her throat, then licked my way to her armpit, my tongue grazing the tuft of auburn hair that nestled there. I’d always loved how my mother’s unshaven underarms looked, and now I could explore that part of her to my heart’s content.

I moved lower, trailing my tongue between her breasts. She whimpered, cradling my head to her as I sought out a taut nipple, taking it between my lips. I teased it, bit it lightly, sucked it — whatever it took to make my mother moan with delight. Her other nipple got the same treatment, then I switched back and forth between her breasts, fondling one while pleasuring the other with my mouth.

Then I was licking a path down Mom’s body. Her tummy delighted me; I pressed kisses into the soft skin, then probed her belly button with the tip of my tongue, making her squeal like a little girl. The scent of her was intoxicating, and it beckoned me downward until I was kneeling between her thighs, my face inches from her pussy.

God, she was beautiful. The pink lily of her vagina glistened enticingly, peeking from within her lush pubic thatch — and I wanted nothing more than to fasten my mouth to Mom’s pussy and feed on her sex.

Without a word, I got Mom to grab the backs of her thighs and draw them up to her breasts, opening her even wider. I moved in ready to feast, extending my tongue to take that first long lick.

Mom gasped softly as the tip of my tongue brushed her clitoris. I paused to savor the taste of her. Mmmm… I loved it! I then pressed my face into her wetness, kissing the moist pink flesh. My heart throbbed with excitement and my own sexual heat as I took Mom’s sex into my mouth, my tongue exploring the musky folds.

“Oh, baby,” Mom breathed.

I glanced up, my mouth still glued to my mother’s pussy, to see her palming her breasts, a look of utter bliss on her face.

I’d never so much as touched another girl in a sexual way until last night, but somehow I knew exactly what to do to give my mother what she needed. It was as if I was born for this.

I was a woman on fire, pleasuring her lover, drunk on lust and thirsting for more. I dined on my mother, savoring the rich flavor of her sex… the smell of her, warm, thick essence that coated my lips and chin, the lush thickness of her bush, now matted with fluids as I ate her.

Her wetness was oozing down the crack of her ass to dampen the sheet. A wicked impulse seized me, and I trailed my tongue down to lick at Mom’s asshole.

She whimpered, “Oh, God, yes… oh, Cheryl,” clearly loving it. So I pressed my tongue deeper into her anal cleft, licking eagerly at Mom’s crack, parting her cheeks so I could get even further in her ass. This was so wild and kinky, fucking my own mother this way. I was a freaky lesbian slut, and I loved it!

I could feel Mom’s hips beginning to churn as she edged closer and closer to orgasm. I was determined to make her come like the Fourth of July, so I licked my way back up to her pussy — all the way to her clit, the crimson nubbin that always got me off big time when I touched it. I teased it with the tip of my tongue, then took it between my lips to suck.

Mom cried wildly and threw her head back, her body seizing up as she exploded in a violent climax so intense that she nearly bucked me onto the floor. The headboard banged against the wall again and again in a crazy rhythm as Mom shuddered beneath me, moaning helplessly. I held on for dear life, my face still pressed between her thighs, mouth still fastened to her clit.

I ate Mom’s pussy until she squeezed my shoulder and gasped, “Th-thaat’s enough, baby.”

I placed a gentle kiss on her slit, then raised my face from between her legs as she relaxed with a sigh of perfect contentment.

Mom was flushed from head to toe, her body glistened with sweat, her hair badly mussed… but to me, she was more desirable than ever. I crawled on top of her, and she took me in her arms, her mouth seeking mine.

We kissed sweetly, lovingly. Like last night, Mom licked around my mouth… only this time, she was tasting her own pussy, purring with delight as she savored it.

Finally she pulled away to gaze at me, her eyes warm with adoration. “My good angel,” she whispered. “You have made me so very, very happy.”

Before I could form a reply, Mom rolled me onto my back. Climbing on top of me, she kissed me, her and I sucked her tongue as it darted into my mouth. Then she pulled back, her eyes flashing. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you now?” she murmured.

“Yeah, Mom,” I said softly. “You’re gonna fuck me. You’re gonna make love to your little girl.”

She placed a hand on my aching pussy, and I just melted. “That’s right, kiddo,” she said with a wink.

Mom made love to every inch of me except my pussy, I swear… then she finally got down between my thighs and ate me until I begged her to stop. We rested for a while, then she had me lay on top of her in a sixty-nine, and we licked one another to climax once more.

Then when I thought I couldn’t possibly come again, Mom got me up on all fours and started licking my ass. I surrendered to the amazing sensation of her tongue probing my butt crack while she gently fingered me — and brought me to a final orgasm.

We lay together for hours after that, sharing caresses, kissing again and again.

While we snuggled, Mom and I opened up to each other. She admitted to having a crush on me since I was twelve. “That’s when you stopped wearing pajamas around the house and started hanging out in panties and a t-shirt.” She gave a blissful sigh. “Watching you stretch out in front of the TV… I couldn’t tear my eyes away from that cute bottom of yours.” She cupped my bare butt with both hands.

After that night, my mother and I were lovers. We slept in the same bed and fucked nearly every night — and sometimes before work and school. Mom bought a strap-on cock, and she used it to take my virginity a few days after we first made love.

I quickly learned to love using that cock on Mom, especially fucking her with it from behind. Soon after that, she let me do her ass with it, and that made her come so hard that I had to have her fuck me that way too.

That was four years ago. Mom and I are still lovers, and we’ve added a few tattoos since then. We get them for free, actually, ever since we let Kristy the tattoo lady in on our little secret — and into our bed. I love when that happens, and I also enjoy fooling around with other girls every now and then.

But Mom is still the love of my life, and I am of hers.

The End

 

(In Chapter One: Newly and happily divorced, Enid is traveling to Cornwall with her ten-year-old daughter Stacy, en route to visit her sister Julie for the first time in years. Stacy wants to know more about her mysterious aunt, so she and her mum briefly chat about Julie’s lesbianism. Enid also casually mentions that her sister liked to go without panties. This intrigues Stacy, who then suggests that she and Enid try “going commando” for themselves. Taking turns visiting the train toilet, mother and daughter remove their knickers. To her surprise, Enin finds herself so aroused that she begins to touch her ten-year-old in a sexual way… and Stacy likes it very much, soon experiencing her first orgasm. They go on to make love in other parts of the train before having to transfer. Once on the next train, Enid and Stacy settle down in a closed compartment along with an attractive older woman, who responds quite positively when Stacy flashes her cunt. Soon, the three of them are caught up in a hot three-way fuck, sharing pleasure until the time comes to disembark at Cornwall. Enid prepares to meet her sister, feeling giddy and overwhelmed by the realization of her true sexuality.)

***

By JetBoy

The train slowed as it approached our station. By then, we were all tidied up and looking quite proper, especially Stacy. She was perched on the front edge of the bench seat, white socks pulled up to her knees, back straight and her legs demurely crossed. No one could possibly have guessed that this pretty little girl had her mouth buried in her mummy’s bush just a few minutes earlier.

Our journey to Cornwall was a revelation. I’d left behind my old life as a wife and heterosexual woman who never found genuine satisfaction with a man. For all too long, I thought the fault was mine.

A single train ride had converted me into a blissfully happy lesbian, thanks to my precious ten-year-old daughter Stacy – now, my very first female lover. My awakening was also hers.

The train was carrying us to the home of my sister Julie, whom I hadn’t seen in years. Since we were teens, Julie was an out lesbian. Now, I was even more excited and eager to see her than ever, to tell her how my life had changed.

I was lost in thought and didn’t notice at first when the train rolled into our station. Stacy forgot herself – she jumped up and pressed her nose to the door window. I was a split second behind, positioning myself so as to cover my little girl’s bare bum.

When the train came to a rest, Stacy was first to jump down onto the platform. Her dress billowed out like a parachute, exposing her pussy to anyone who happened to be looking. I winced, but luckily, no one seemed to notice. She was looking forward, left and right, trying to spot her Aunt Julie, and I wasn’t sure why – the last time they’d seen each other, my daughter had only been two.

Suddenly, Stacy stopped dead in her tracks. “Mummy,” she said, pointing up at the platform with her mouth open. I followed her gaze, and there was Julie. Suddenly, I felt a shock of recognition.

Stacy looked first at me, then at Julie and back again with her mouth wide open. I understood why. In the last few years, my sister had grown her hair out and allowed its natural colour to return. Her leather jacket was gone – now she wore a flowery blue dress. For the first time since we were preteens, Julie and I looked like sisters. There was the same build, the same shoulder-length silky black hair, the same expression, the same broad smile.

Racing to where we stood, Julie enfolded me in her arms. “Enid,” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear, “I’m so happy to see you!”

I held her tightly, feeling a twinge of sorrow for the time we’d been apart. “I’ve missed you, Jules.”

When we parted, my sister noticed our new friend Margaret, who was standing to the side, smiling at our touching reunion. “Oh, my… I see you’ve already met.” Wandering over to the woman, Julie kissed her, then added, “This is Margaret, my former teacher, my best friend… and my lover.”

You could have knocked me over with a blade of grass. This was Julie’s teacher, the one she’d been expelled from school for shagging so many years ago? I stood there looking like a fool with my mouth hanging open.

“Are you surprised?” said the woman who’d had her face buried in my pubes only a few minutes ago. “You’re so much like Julie that I felt almost certain I knew who you were.” She took my hand; brought it to her lips, then turned to my sister. “She tastes quite a lot like you, my love.”

It was Julie’s turn to be surprised. “Goodness me, that’s – it’s wonderful!” Smiling hugely, she embraced me again. “Oh, Enid, Enid… when did you find out?”

“That I was gay?” I replied, thrilled just to be saying the words. “Believe it or not, it was today.” I was giddy, unable to stop grinning. “It’s a hell of a story. Don’t worry, you’ll hear all of it.”

Spying my daughter, Julie knelt before her, “And this little lady must be Stacy,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around the child’s waist, beaming at her. “My, my… aren’t you the little charmer.”

“Oh, she is, my love… more than you know,” said Margaret. “Care to know how I met this exquisite young thing?” Julie nodded. “I was sitting across from her on the train when she raised that pretty dress to show me her cunt.”

“She did?” Julie glanced up at me in disbelief, then back at Stacy.

“It’s true, Jules,” I told her. “I wasn’t the only one who had her first lesbian experience today.” Deciding the time was right to tell my sister everything. I added, “You see, Stacy and I, we were… intimate together, just before meeting Margaret.”

If my sister was surprised before, she was downright thunderstruck now. “You… you made love to her?”

“Yeah!” my daughter exclaimed. “And I made love to Mummy, too!” She blushed a bit at her own boldness, taking a quick glance about to make sure no one had overheard. “Now she’s my girlfriend,” Stacy added in a more hushed tone, reaching for my hand and giving it a squeeze.

“Well, that’s wonderful,” Julie cooed. “Congratulations are in order, I think.” She was still kneeling next to my little girl. “You know, Stacy… I like young girls, too.” She reached beneath my daughter’s skirt to caress her bottom, cooing with delight when her hand only found bare skin. “Cheeky!” she exclaimed. “Someone’s gone without knickers today!”

“I went commando!” Stacy exclaimed, then leaned forward to kiss my sister. Julie responded right away, and their mouths lingered together. Not a heated French kiss, but not especially innocent either. I was already imagining what it would be like to watch them make love.

“When she raised her dress to expose that sweet, smooth cunt,” Margaret said, “It made me think of what you must have been like, Julie, back when you were a little girl.” She gave a happy sigh.

“Oh… I think this youngster has outdone me when it comes to naughty behaviour,” my sister said, then quickly got to her feet, reaching for my suitcase. “Enough talk… let’s get back to my place.”

We all piled into Julie’s jeep, she fired it up and we took off like a bat out of hell. It was a warm, sun-drenched day, so the wind felt especially lovely as it blew up my skirt, occasionally baring my own pussy. “I see someone else chose to go without her knicks today,” Julie said, stealing a glance or two as she drove.

“Eyes on the road, sister,” I protested. “You can see all you want when we get back to your place.”

“Is this all right, then?” Julie countered, her hand snaking beneath the dress I wore to touch my pussy. “Oh, Enid, you are incredibly wet.”

I saw Margaret peering over my shoulder, watching approvingly as my sister caressed me. “Hmm… I think you two need some time together,” she said, speaking over the noise of the engine. “Why don’t you drop Stacy and me off at the beach?”

She turned to my little girl. “Does that sound like fun, love? We can take a lovely stroll along the ocean… hand in hand, just the two of us. There’s a special spot where we can take all our clothes off. Would you like to go there?”

“Yes!” Stacy cried. “I want to see you with nothing at all on, Miss Margaret!”

Julie pulled her jeep into the parking lot at the harbour, then Margaret and Stacy jumped out, my daughter’s skirt flipping up to give us a tantalising glimpse of her bare bum. They waved, we waved, and Julie tooled the jeep back on the road, gunning the engine to a roar. She hadn’t changed her driving style since her teenage days, when she had but two speeds: fast and bloody fast.

About a quarter mile past the beach, she screeched to a halt. “Here we are,” she announced. We were parked next to a blank, featureless white wall. Across the road was a similar wall but with an archway in it guarded by a strong iron gate. Julie strolled over to the gate and opened it, then took my hand, leading me into a narrow alleyway that led to a secluded garden. There was a trellis up one wall, and a riot of plants and flowers that surrounded the lawn in a profusion of colour.

“Margaret did all this,” she said. “Isn’t it amazing?”

I wasn’t looking at the flowers. I was looking at Julie, seeing her beauty in a way I never had before. Then and there, I fell in love with my sister.

“Look at you,” I whispered. Taking her hands in mine, I added, “God, you’re so sexy, Jules… why didn’t I see that until now?”

She reached out to stroke my cheek. “Better late than never,” she said. “I’ve always wanted you, Enid. Ever since I knew I liked girls. That’s how I first figured I was queer – seeing you naked, or in your knickers, and wanting to hold you close. At first, I just wanted us to kiss… then I wanted it all. For us to be lovers.” She sighed wistfully. “I adore Maggie. She’s the light of my life. But I never got over the feelings I had for you, big sister.”

A tear was rolling down her face. I brushed it away with my thumb, aware that I was crying, too. She drifted closer to give me a tender kiss on the mouth. My heart soared; my lips parted. Our bodies seemed to melt together as her tongue sought mine.

I eagerly returned Julie’s kiss, already hungry for more – much more. I wanted to kiss every inch of my sister’s body. I couldn’t recall the last time I saw her naked, but was determined to strip her off right then and there. With fingers made clumsy by helpless lust, I began to undo the buttons on the front of Julie’s pretty blue dress.

I’m still not sure how, but somehow she got me out of my top first. Then again, Jules had been at this lesbian thing for a lot longer than me. I paused to shrug out of my bra, then got my sister’s dress all the way open. She let it slide to the ground, leaving her nude but for a skimpy pair of yellow knickers. I reached for the waistband – but before I could tug them down, Julie was kissing my neck and shoulders, cupping my breasts with both hands. With a blissful sigh, I gave myself over to her lovemaking.

Before I knew it, her mouth had found my nipples, and she was sucking each one in turn, occasionally giving them playful little bites. She made love to my breasts until I was on the verge of swooning, then met me in another lustful kiss.

This time I was first to break away. “My turn,” I told Julie, then went down on my knees, still determined to get my sister out of her knickers, the last bit of clothing left between us. This time she stood still long enough for me to tug them down to her ankles. She daintily stepped from them, then positioned herself before me.

I had to pause for a moment. I’d not seen Julie nude since we were teenagers, and she’d ripened deliciously since then, like a juicy apple. Her pubes were neatly trimmed into an arrowhead shape, pointing the way to where I most wanted to be. I drew closer.

“Smell my cunt,” she murmured, and I took a deep, lingering whiff. “You like?”

I did like… in fact, the thick, musky scent of my sister had me positively light-headed. “I love it… I love you,” I said, then buried my mouth in her opening, kissing Julie’s sex with a passion that made her squeal with delight.

I sent my tongue forth, probing into my baby sister’s vagina. It dripped with her essence, and I drank from Julie as if dying of thirst.

How had I come to this pass? Mere hours earlier, I was a frustrated divorcee, wearied by a life of skirmishes with men, wondering if it was worth even attempting another heterosexual relationship. Now I was a lesbian, deliriously happy, drunk on my newfound sexuality, and head over heels in love – with my daughter and my sister. I smiled into Julie’s cunt as I licked her, blissfully content with my lot.

It’s true that I was still a novice when it came to sex with females. Still, I must have been doing something right, because Julie was quite vocal in her pleasure, moaning ecstatically as I went down on her.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. “My legs are g-gonna give out, big sister,” she said, a tremor in her voice. “Let’s go indoors.”

Rising to my feet, I followed Julie into her cottage, leaving our clothes scattered in the grass. The heavy oaken door closed with a thud, and my sister had my hand, leading me into a wonderfully cozy bedroom.

The bed itself was enormous, with plenty of room for whatever Julie and I were up for. And right then, I was up for being a very naughty girl.

She crawled onto the bed, then stretched out, legs carelessly spread, a hand resting just above her pudendum. “Now, where were we…?” she muttered, then gave me a lustful smile. “Oh, yeh, I remember. You were eating my pussy. As you were, then.”

Stretching out between Julie’s thighs, I got back to work, plastering my mouth to that juicy opening in a deep, lustful French kiss, picking up right where I’d left off.

Things got a little blurry after that. I licked her, then she went down on me, after which Julie and I got into a free-for-all, doing anything and everything that came to mind, but not allowing ourselves to cross the line into orgasm. I had an easier time of it than my sister, seeing as I’d already come three times that day.  Julie, I later learned, had saved herself for Margaret’s return, so she was aching for release, her body taut as piano wire beneath mine.

“Oh, Enid,” she finally pleaded, “I c-can’t take any more. Please, please make me come!”

Taking her engorged clit between my lips, I flicked it with the tip of my tongue… and an instant later, Julie was howling like a banshee as that long-awaited orgasm came crashing down, jerking her slender frame this way and that. Her cry rose to a shriek that dwindled into a low moan, then a blissful sigh as she relaxed into the sodden sheets.

“Crikey,” she breathed, stretching her limbs. “You have completely and utterly undone me, big sister. And you’re seriously telling me that you never fucked a woman until today?”

I stretched out alongside my sister, taking her hand. “Never,” I said. “It seems crazy that I haven’t at least tried it before. I mean, I’ve been feeling bi-curious ever since the divorce, but it wasn’t until this afternoon that I, um, went for it.”

“And with your daughter!” Julie exclaimed. “Now, that’s got me positively blinkered. How on earth did it happen?”

So I told her everything. Naturally, Julie was thrilled to learn that she’d been the one who inspired Stacy to suggest we try going without knickers on the train… which, more than anything, led directly to me taking my ten-year-old child as a lover.

Julie shivered as I described how I’d licked Stacy’s baby-smooth slit in the corridor connecting two of the carriages, then she began to masturbate when I got to the part where my daughter took me into the tiny toilet cubicle and feasted on my cunt until I came in her face.

Slipping a hand between my sister’s thighs, I took over, fingering her to a second orgasm while regaling her with my account of how Stacy and I had gone on to fuck her lover Margaret in a shared compartment of the train.

As Julie lay gasping for breath, I placed a kiss on her cheek. “And that’s the whole story.”

Struggling into a sitting position, my sister shook her head. “This story’s still being written,” she said, “and I’m about to start a new chapter.” She lay back down. “Sit on my face, Enid. Feed me your cunt.”

By then, I was fired up and ready to be pleasured again, so I mounted Julie’s face, giving myself over to her considerable oral skills. She took me like a wild animal, exploring every inch of my vulva with her hot, probing tongue.

My head was bowed forward, my eyes squeezed shut as I rode Julie’s face, so I didn’t see my daughter when she entered. Instead, I heard her say, “Oh, wow.”

I looked up. Stacy and Margaret were watching us from the foot of the bed. My little girl, bless her, was already stripping off, unfastening her skirt and casting it aside. The top quickly followed, leaving her naked.

Julie paused in her licking. “How was the beach?” she asked.

“Too crowded,” Margaret replied. “We were able to undress, but there was nowhere for us to do anything else.”

“And I wanted to lick Maggie’s pussy!” my daughter declared. She unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the floor, leaving her naked. “She did it to me on the train, but I’ve not got to taste her yet!”

“So we chose to come back and see what you two lovebirds were up to,” said Margaret. Noting Stacy’s nudity, she added, “Well, when in Rome…” and began to unbutton her own dress. Soon, my child and Julie’s equally naked lover were climbing onto that enormous bed to join us.

Stacy didn’t hesitate; she flopped down between Julie’s legs to feast on my sister’s neatly trimmed pussy. As for Margaret, she knelt next to me, our mouths meeting in a deep, lustful kiss while I fondled her generous breasts.

Once Stacy brought her aunt off, Margaret was the only one of us who hadn’t come at least three times, so my daughter, my sister and I teamed up on her, taking turns servicing Margaret’s cunt, anus, breasts and mouth until she begged for mercy.

By that point, we were all well and truly knackered, so the remainder of the afternoon was spent lolling in bed without a stitch of clothing. There was a lot of reflection on my part, coming to grips with this thrilling new version of myself – and of my little girl. That day, our journey had taken us on rail across England – but in another, special way, Stacy and I had travelled much, much farther.

Eventually, we did rouse ourselves. By then we were ravenously hungry, and Julie had prepared a large pot of soup to mark our arrival, on the hob and waiting to be heated up. She busied herself at the stove, while Margaret showed Stacy and me to the guest room, where we stashed our luggage. I realised that the clothes I’d been wearing were still scattered about in the yard, so I went out to fetch them in, along with my sister’s things.

Soon we were seated round the table in dressing gowns, eagerly tucking into Julie’s simple, but immensely satisfying meal. Her beef soup was marvelous, as was the fresh-baked bread she served with it. We ate several bowls apiece, which barely left room for slices of the apple pie my sister served up.

Afterward, Julie took us to her studio, where we got to see some of her completed sculptures, as well as a couple of works in progress. I’d seen photos of her creations, but that didn’t come close to capturing how impressive they were in person. Julie showed us her tools, the materials she used and sketches of as yet unrealised pieces. Stacy was absolutely dazzled, deciding there and then that she wanted to be an artist when she came of age.

Then it was back to the bedroom for the lot of us, where our dressing gowns were quickly discarded. We began to make love again, though this time Julie and Margaret were focused on teaching their novice guests a few things we didn’t yet know about lesbian sex.

First, they introduced us to scissoring. Margaret ground her cunt into mine until I saw stars, while Julie and Stacy placed their bare slits together and got to work, moving together wildly enough to make the headboard thump against the wall. My daughter got into it in a big way, her dancer’s legs strong enough to give Julie a real run for her money.

Once she got her breath back, Julie opened her toy chest, showing us the varied devices and how they worked. Mind you, we didn’t put any of them to use that night. After that last round, the four of us were more or less fucked out… and by then, the day’s travel was taking its toll on my daughter and me. Stacy wanted to know everything about Julie’s sex toys, but the poor girl could barely keep her eyes open. She drifted off in the middle of a sentence, curled against Margaret like a dozing kitten.

I was prepared to carry Stacy to the guest room and settle in, but Julie refused to hear of it. “Enid, let that poor girl be,” she said, keeping her voice low. “And you, dearest sister… you aren’t going anywhere near that spare room tonight. There’s room in this bed for all of us, so let’s make a slumber party of it!”

As you might imagine, that arrangement appealed to me in a big way. Julie allowed me to nip up to the spare room to fetch my toothbrush, then the three grownups left Stacy snoozing while we prepared for bed.

Tired as I was, my mind was still humming like a beehive, overwhelmed by the day’s events. I felt utterly incapable of sleep, yet ended up drifting off as soon as Margaret turned out the light.

***

The next few days were marvelous; a little glimpse of a lust-fuelled Eden. We indulged our senses in every way imaginable. I’d only planned to stay for the weekend, but quickly elected to cash in an extra two weeks of vacation time.

I’d never been to Cornwall before, and found myself falling in love with the place. There was a relaxed pace to living that felt downright medicinal, compared to the relentless hustle and bustle of London. The very air seemed sweeter.

As for Stacy, I’d never seen her so happy. She’d always been a fairly cheerful kid, but the way she blossomed in this seaside environment was a revelation. Within two days, she’d made herself a new batch of friends, and spent a good portion of her time with them wandering the area.

At first I had to remind Stacy to put on sunblock, but it quickly became part of her daily routine. She liked for me to apply it to her myself after she emerged damp, rosy and gleaming, from her morning shower. Sometimes, I’d get carried away with rubbing the creamy lotion onto Stacy’s body, and we’d end up making love. If Julie or Margaret happened to wander by, they were likely to strip off and join in.

We fucked quite a lot, the four of us, in whatever combination we came up with at that moment. One morning I made my way into the kitchen to find Julie spread out on the counter, legs spread, shorts and thong dangling from an ankle and my precocious ten-year-old’s mouth buried in her minge.

How did I respond? In that particular instance, I knelt behind Stacy, flipped up my daughter’s skirt to reveal her bare bum, then buried my tongue in the crack of her arse. I’d managed to convince Stacy that it wasn’t a good idea for a little girl to go about in public sans knickers, but in her aunt’s home, she always went commando. By then, Stacy was constantly in the mood for sex, and the little vixen loved to put her slit on display, intent on enticing one or more of us into a heated fuck.

And we fucked often. My daughter and I were new to the lesbian life, and we simply could not get enough. That sweet, enticing melody of mouth, fingers and cunt held us in thrall.

Luckily, Stacy and I were able to satisfy our appetites with each other when Margaret was working at her shop, or Julie was labouring on her latest bronze in the studio. And regardless of how often my daughter and I satisfied each other, all four of us ended up in that huge bed every night. We didn’t always have sex, mind you, but it happened more often than not.

Those extra two weeks of vacation time seemed to fly by. Before we knew it, the time had come to pack our things, say our goodbyes and board the train for home.

But I didn’t want to go, and neither did Stacy. We’d come to adore Cornwall, and the thought of being so far away from our new lovers was intolerable. It would also hurt to leave my sister. The two of us had bonded beautifully after so many years apart, and I didn’t want to risk losing that closeness.

Julie and Margaret clearly sensed our reluctance to leave, and bless them, they chose to do something about it. The day before Stacy and I were to depart, my sister invited me to stroll with her on the beach.

As we strolled hand in hand along the shingle, Julie opened her heart. She declared her love for me and Stacy, then made it clear that Margaret felt the same.

“We don’t want you to go,” she insisted, “and it’s easy to see how much you love being here. Enid… how would you and Stacy feel about pulling up stakes and moving in with us?”

I was taken aback, but immediately saw the merits of Julie’s offer. My position with Harrods paid well, but it bored me, and our London flat was impossibly cramped compared to my sister’s spacious home.

As for Stacy, I knew she would be over the moon at the prospect of moving in with Aunt Julie and Margaret, as would I. The four of us in this beautiful home in this friendly community, revelling in our newfound love… how could I refuse?

“I’ll have a lot of details to work out; business to resolve,” I began, “But yes, Julie. I want this, and so will Stacy.”

My sister’s eyes were shining. “I love you, Enid,” she said, and we hugged, sealing our resolution with a kiss.

***

And that, dear readers, is how my child and I stumbled into our new life. I quit my job, got out of our lease, bid my friends adieu and left London for Cornwall. I now teach at the local school, and absolutely love it. I’ll have Stacy as a student in a couple of years, which ought to be interesting.

Stacy, needless to say, is blissfully content with her lot. She’s easily one of the most popular kids at school, a star player on the football team and, under my sister’s tutelage, a novice painter. According to Julie, my daughter is already a dab hand with the brush, with the potential to be a great artist if she sticks with it. I joke that two artists in the family might be overdoing things… but honestly, I’m thrilled that Stacy has something to be so passionate about — other than sex, that is.

Speaking of which, our collective appetite for lovemaking has yet to diminish. We continue to fuck in duos and trios when the mood takes us, and at least twice a week, we have Family Night.

It starts with a look. One of us will glance round the dinner table with a thoughtful smile, desire in her eyes. If the time is right — and it nearly always is — we four will silently rise from our seats and make our way to the master bedroom, a gleeful Stacy usually in the lead.

We undress one another, usually taking our time with it, baring each other’s bodies item by item. But if the mood is on us, we strip off in a lustful frenzy, clothes flying in all directions until everyone is naked.  Then we climb onto that enormous bed, and the loving begins.

We couple in a sweet, delirious frenzy, rutting like beasts in heat. Or perhaps the sex is slow and languid, each moment savoured like a good wine. Or maybe the mood is playful, a children’s game played in the nude, accompanied by the music of our giddy laughter. Maybe all of these. Or something else, something different.

In some ways, the aftermath of our shared ecstasy is the very best part. We lie together in perfect peace, exchanging the occasional caress, whispering words of love as the sweat cools on our still-tingling bodies. Never have I known such tranquility. The world might well be uninhabited but for the four of us.

***

And there you have it — the story of how a simple question from my daughter turned both our lives around. I sometimes wonder where we would be now if Stacy hadn’t been intrigued by my sister’s habit of going without knickers, enough to float the suggestion that we remove ours. I still think of that as the happiest day of my life.

I am very much in love with my sister and Margaret, but the passion I feel for my little girl consumes me whole. She is my alpha and my omega.

Tomorrow, it will be exactly two years since Stacy and I first coupled on the train to Cornwall, when my daughter and I realised our destiny – as lesbians and as lovers.

As I write these words, Stacy is dozing peacefully in the bed we share, most nights. She is naked, as am I. The sheet is pushed down to reveal her upper half – where my daughter’s breasts are just beginning to ripen – and the gentle curve of her hip. The light from my desk lamp barely illuminates Stacy’s face, but her beauty lights up the room. I have to put my pen down for a moment; to simply drink in the glorious sight, shedding a few tears of joy at one point. Sweet child, how I adore you. How I always will.

The End

Author’s note: Just so you know, this is NOT another old story from my archive, the one I’ve been dipping into to fill the occasional desperate need for a post. No, this is a brand new offering from the JetBoy pen — rusty, perhaps, but still capable of scratching words on paper. I’ve been chipping away at this for more years than I care to admit, and completed it in a burst of what some might call creativity. It’s adapted and expanded considerably from a Leslita story I can’t currently locate, damn it all — though perhaps my mate Sapphmore will be able to track it down. The first chapter comes from that story (though it has been completely rewritten), while the forthcoming final chapter is my own creation.  May it bring you good people a generous measure of pleasure.

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By JetBoy

After months of tedious legal manoeuvring, I’d finally managed to escape my nightmare of a marriage, and on very favourable terms. My adulterous bastard of an ex-husband got the house, which was fine with me, as I’d never liked the place. As a result, the judge gifted me with a hefty percentage of Brian’s paycheck. Needless to say, Brian was livid about how much support he had to pay, but he was on the hook for every penny until I married again – and after twelve years with him, I had no intention of ever taking another husband.

Best of all, I got full custody of my ten-year-old daughter, Stacy, the light of my life. Oh, Brian made vague noises about visitation rights, but I knew he’d never follow through. He’d been the textbook example of an absentee father, too wrapped up in his job, his money, his collection of vintage cars and his prostitutes to give a toss about his own child. While we were married, Stacy barely knew him – and by the time the divorce papers came through, she was all too aware of what a complete shit he was.

Now, ten-year-old Stacy and I were taking a lengthy journey by train, on our way to my sister Julie’s house in Cornwall. She is a sculptor who made something of a splash in the art scene about five years ago, and has made a very comfortable living from it ever since. Julie quickly grew tired of the London scene, so she decamped for a quieter way of life by the sea. She purchased a house with a spacious studio, where she worked in iron and bronze, regularly turning out new pieces.

Julie is twenty-nine, just two years younger than me. She is a lesbian, and has been out since she was sixteen years old and got caught fucking an older woman, one of her teachers. The resulting scandal had her tossed out of school, and then she left home for good the day after she turned seventeen. We kept up occasional phone contact, but I hadn’t seen her in years and wasn’t sure what to expect from this visit.

Now single once again, I was flush with freedom, eager to find myself a piece of happiness… maybe even love. It also seemed like the right time to renew family ties, hence this trip to visit my sister. The main reason I’d not seen her in so long was down to my bastard ex, who turned into a moralistic tight-arsed Tory a few years after we married, aping the posh stockbrokers who employed him. Brian didn’t approve of Julie, calling her ‘a bad influence’, and insisted I have as little to do with her as possible. Fool that I was, I did as he wanted to keep the peace. To this day I’m angry with myself for having given in so easily to his bigoted whims.

Although it was summertime, the train was less than half full, so Stacy and I had a set of facing seats to ourselves. We sat side by side, facing forward. The table in front of us was covered with barely read magazines, empty drink cans, a box of Black Magic chocolates, my handbag and a package of tissues. The seats opposite were unoccupied, so we could put our feet up.

“What was Aunt Julie like, Mummy?” Stacy asked me. “Back when she was a girl, I mean.”

“She was very pretty and popular,” I told her. “The boys liked her quite a bit. It was a shock to us all when we found out that she was gay and in love with her teacher.”

“Mummy, have you ever done stuff with a woman before? Like Aunt Julie did?”

I shook my head. “No, love,” I murmured thoughtfully, then shrugged. “Maybe I would have been happier if I had been a lesbian. Actually, that’s not true, sweetheart, because then I wouldn’t have you,” I playfully tousled her hair. “It was even worth being married to your tosser of a dad, just to get you as part of the deal.”

Stacy giggled. “Maybe you should be a lesbian now, Mummy!”

“Maybe I should.” In fact, I had been turning over the idea of pursuing a sexual relationship with a woman for some time. I’d had lesbian fantasies before that had never been acted upon, and was quickly coming to the conclusion that it was time to do something about that. I studied my little girl. “What do you think about that, love? How would you feel if Mummy got a girlfriend?”

“I think it would be awesome!” Stacy squealed. “I like girls lots more than boys.” She started to giggle. “Maybe I should be a lesbian, too!”

“Could happen,” I replied. I don’t know why, but the thought of my daughter naked and making love to one of her little friends had me feeling rather tingly.

Christ almighty, I thought, shaking my head. Someone needs to get shagged, and soon.

“Tell me something else about Aunt Julie, Mama,” Stacy cooed. “Something…. something exciting!”

“One other thing I remember,” I said, “is that she liked to go commando.”

Stacy furrowed her brow. “What’s that?”

I lowered my voice. “Going out in public without wearing knickers.” She looked puzzled. I went back to her ear, “See, it’s supposed to make you feel very sexy. You’re being naughty, only no one knows — unless you want them to know.”

“Hmmm,” she mused, digesting the idea. “Did you ever do that?”

“No, never,” I replied with a shrug. “Julie was always the bold one. At her age, I was much too bashful to try anything so daring… and then, well, I was married to your father.”

Looking up at me, she whispered, “Can we try it now?”

Gazing down at my little girl, I found myself actually considering and weighing this idea of hers. Newly released from my crap marriage, I was in a mood for adventure. I’d been the proper little housewife for much too long.

I took a moment to consider what we were wearing. Stacy was dressed in a short skirt and sandals, while I had on a cotton blouse and a short skirt. We’d have to be careful, but I felt sure we could avoid causing any public scandals.

“I will if you will,” I told Stacy.

Her cheeks slightly flushed, my daughter gave me a quick nod. “You first, ‘kay?” she added shyly.

I entered the aisle, nervously advancing toward the closet-sized lavatory. Once inside, I used the toilet, but instead of pulling up my thong, I slipped it off, clutching it tightly in my hand. I’d spent nearly my entire life making sure I never flashed my knickers. Now I risked revealing my cunt to perfect strangers.

I was fairly sure I could get away with it… even so, I was wickedly excited, my pulse racing as I strolled back to our seat. I couldn’t help it. I knew that going without panties had me walking in a different, sexier way. The air that caressed my pussy felt wonderful, and rather stimulating.

I sat down and handed my thong to Stacy. She slipped it into her pink plastic handbag. “What’s it feel like?” she asked.

“It feels lovely,” I said. “Go on, now… it’s your turn.”

She went off to the toilet. I watched her as she sauntered down the aisle, her skirt swaying with the motion of the train. I reflected on what a gorgeous little girl she was, wondering why the idea of her going without panties seemed to quicken my heartbeat.

I frowned. What’s happening here? Sure, I’d been having fantasies about making love to a woman… but how could I be turned on by my own child? Nonetheless, I kept picturing Stacy’s nakedness underneath her cute skirt, getting more aroused by the second.

She was in the toilet for what seemed like ages. Then, eventually, the door slid open and there she stood, smiling broadly. I knew what my little girl was feeling, and the thought made my pussy moisten.

I glanced at her sensuous little-girl mouth and, out of nowhere, wondered how she would react if I suddenly kissed her. Really kissed her.

Stacy moved slowly towards me. The slightest breeze would have shown her bare slit to everyone. I suppose that there was more of my sister in me then I’d realised, because my mouth went dry, my cunt throbbed with arousal and, most obvious of all, my nipples stiffened, pushing against the flimsy bra I wore. No doubt about it… I was hot as a pistol, and my own little girl was causing it!

Seeing the excitement in Stacy’s eyes, I understood very well what my daughter was feeling, probably for the first time. Was I the only one that could read her excitement, see her eyes flashing as the thrill of this newfound sensuality ran through her little-girl body? Her hips swayed, perhaps with the motion of the train… perhaps with something more.

I stood up to allow her to slide into the window seat. By now my cunt was dripping wet, warm juices oozing down my inner thighs. As subtly as I could, I took two or three tissues from the box on the table and used them to wipe myself.

Stacy leaned over and whispered in my ear, “This feels lovely, Mummy,” she said, “but I’m all wet down there. Can you wipe me, too?”

A tremor of arousal rippled through me, and I did my best to tamp it down. I couldn’t let myself get excited by my own little girl! She needed me to clean her, needed me to be a good mother. Time to calm myself somehow — even though I was about to touch Stacy’s bare slit.

Taking a long, deep breath, I reached for another handful of tissues, looked about to make sure no one was paying attention, then slipped a hand between my ten-year-old’s thighs. A tiny whimper escaped her lips as I slowly wiped her with my wad of Kleenex. She gasped, then relaxed, her eyes dreamy as she allowed me to finish cleaning her.

“That feels good, Mummy,” she whimpered. “D-do it some more, okay?”

I took one of the magazines and opened it up on the table in front of me, then leaned forward as if studying it closely. Letting the Kleenex I held drop from my trembling fingers, I pressed my right hand between my daughter’s inner thighs. She relaxed, opening her legs to welcome me. She held onto the upper part of my arm, leaning into me as if she was reading along.

My fingers found her slit. It was smooth, soft and very warm.

As I traced up and down the opening of my little girl’s vagina, it grew increasingly moist. When I found the tiny nub of her clitoris, Stacy dug her nails into my arm, her mouth forming a perfect O. She turned and leaned to gasp in my ear, “I… I love you, Mummy!” then shuddered through an orgasm — her first?

I glanced nervously around the carriage as my child trembled with pleasure, biting her knuckle to keep from making noise. The other passengers were mostly either reading or sleeping. One of two were just staring out of the window. No one seemed to have taken any notice of my daughter’s climax.

Lifting my gaze from the magazine I’d been staring at while I’d pleasured her, I looked at Stacy. Her eyes were still misted over. Her lips were moist and pink. God, I desperately wanted to take her into my arms and kiss her passionately, but I didn’t. Instead, I silently mouthed the words, “I love you, baby.”

I was still dazed by the realisation that Stacy had just experienced her first ever orgasm, and I’d given it to her. I ought to have been overwhelmed by shame. Instead, I was dripping wet and desperate for relief, nipples so stiff that they ached.

My first impulse was to hasten back into the toilet for a quick wank, but then Stacy touched my arm. “Can we walk through the train, Mummy? I want to move around. It feels nice.”

I knew she was thrilled by the naughtiness and the risk of moving around without our knickers, and understood completely. We were seated close to the front of the train, so when I stood up and collected our things I pointed her towards the rear.

The feeling of the air playing on my pussy was wonderful. I couldn’t walk straight no matter how I tried. I wantonly swayed my hips, which waved my ass from side to side and flicked at the hem of my skirt. I loved it. I just got wetter and wetter until I thought I would burst. Stacy walked in front of me in the same lustful way. She would occasionally look back at me. Her eyes were hungry, her lips full and ripe. The sight of my beautiful daughter had my heart racing. I wanted her with a growing desperation.

Is this really me? I wondered. I’d never thought of Stacy as a sexual creature before… and now, the idea of making love to her seemed completely natural, even logical.

We came to another joint between carriages. No one was there, and the window had been left open. The wind that flowed into the small space had an immediate effect, blowing Stacy’s dress up to the waist and giving me a quick glimpse of her bare buttocks.

It was too much, too bloody much. Taking hold of Stacy, pushed her up against the wall, so she couldn’t be seen from either carriage. My daughter gawped at me as I lifted her skirt to gaze hungrily at the glistening pink cleft of her slit.

I glanced up at my beloved Stacy, licking my lips as our eyes met… then I brought my face to the rise of my little girl’s vulva, my tongue emerging to glide along the juicy slit. She whimpered and thrust her hips forward, parting her thighs wide for me.

I licked and kissed and sucked hungrily at my little girl’s cunt, marvelling at how tart and delicious she tasted. Stacy writhed from side to side, her breath coming in quick gasps, occasionally whispering, “Yes, Mummy… oh, oh yes. Oh, Mummy, I love you.”

I continued to lick, finally homing in on the tiny clitoris. She cried out softly, clutching my face to her as she came in my thirsty mouth.

She had just trembled through her orgasm when we heard footsteps. I pulled her dress down just in time and began to fiddle with her shoe. “There, sweetheart. It should stay fastened now,” I murmured, hoping that whoever it was didn’t notice the wetness that now coated my lips and chin.

The man barely threw us a glance as he passed by. I watched as he walked along the carriage and away. When I looked back, Stacy was gazing gleefully at me, delighted that we’d gotten away with something so wicked.

She was giggling as we headed back the way we came. I was still dazed by the knowledge that I had just gone down on my ten-year-old daughter. I could only think about how much I wanted to have her again.

Then as we reached the toilet, Stacy suddenly seized my wrist and darted inside, dragging me along. Once inside, she swiftly shut the door, then grinned wickedly up at me. I shivered as I saw the near-feral desire that was written, plain as day, on my child’s face.

“I want to kiss you like that, Mummy,” she cooed. “It’s my turn to make you feel good.”

It was too much to resist, not that I had the slightest intention of refusing my little girl. But first, I knelt before Stacy, drawing her slender body to mine. “My sweet baby,” I breathed, “My little lover. Do you really want to do that to your mummy?”

Stacy nodded. “I do,” she whispered… and I kissed her lovely mouth.

My daughter melted into my arms, her lips parting to admit my tongue. I kissed her hotly, ardently, and my desire only surged higher as Stacy’s tongue engaged with mine, timidly at first. But she quickly got the hang of it, and within seconds, my child and I were making out, fondling each other’s bodies as our mouths slid deliciously together.

Then I gently broke away, rising to my feet. Hoisting my skirt as high as it would go, I raised a foot from the floor, placing it upon the rim of the metal sink. Now my cunt was fully exposed to Stacy, and the look of awe on my daughter’s face as she took her first good look at a grown woman’s vagina was nearly enough to make me come right then.

I watched as my ten-year-old moved closer, inhaling deeply. “Mmmm… I like how you smell, Mummy,” she purred… then she buried her lips in my pubic thatch, pressing a warm kiss into the glistening flesh. I moaned, overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of what I was seeing: my precious daughter, loving me with her mouth.

She kissed me again with those amazingly soft lips… then her tongue came out to play, and I sobbed with pure joy as Stacy took a long, slow lick. She paused, testing the flavour, then grinned. “Yummy!” Then she clutched my hips, claiming my cunt with her hot, sucking mouth… and I was lost to the world.

I wish every mother could know the delight, the pure unbridled ecstasy of being sexually pleasured by a loving daughter. I’ve coupled with Stacy hundreds of times since that day — yet it was that first hurried fuck that I treasure most of all, my girl and I crammed into a tiny lavatory on a moving train, my foot propped high on a sink as she feasted on my dripping minge.

It was so perfect, so beautiful — and when I came, it was like a climax beyond climax. Stacy kept eating my pussy, too, even after I had come; and suddenly I was orgasming again, trying my level best not to scream or fall.

I found myself slumped against the wall and sliding down; finally seated on the floor, skirt up and around my waist. Stacy was kneeling before me, her eyes warm with adoration. “My sweet mummy,” she breathed; then she moved closer, covering my mouth with hers. My head spun as I savoured the taste of pussy on my little girl’s lips, licking around them as we shared a passionate kiss. I allowed my hand to slip between her thin thighs, cupping her bare vulva. Stacy’s slit was still moist, and she moaned into my mouth as I fondled her.

God, I already wanted her again — but I knew we would soon be reaching our transfer point. “C’mon, honeybunch,” I whispered, gently breaking our kiss. “We’ve got to catch our next train.” She pouted a bit, but I told her, “Don’t be upset, baby… you can sleep with me tonight, and we’ll make love again.”

That perked her up right away, and we quickly tidied ourselves up before exiting the toilet. An old woman with a mouth tight as a satchel glared at us as we exited, but I only smiled. Right then, nothing in the world could spoil my joyful mood.

When we left the train, I was careful to stay in front of Stacy whenever we had to go downstairs, and made sure to always be behind her if we had to climb up them. I had years of practice of not flashing my pussy, while she was still a novice at this whole commando thing. She, of course, found my caution hilarious. I suspected the little minx had something of an exhibitionist streak, and wanted nothing more than to expose her concealed nudity to someone else.

Our next train didn’t leave for an hour, so Stacy and I stopped for tea in a quaint little shop, where we had sandwiches and slices of cake. Returning to the station, we found the platform we needed, and the local train arrived a few minutes later. The vibration and the draft it caused were both electrifying. Stacy giggled with delight as the cool air caressed her bare vulva, twisting her body from side to side.

The train was a very old fashioned one, made up of separate compartments, each with its own door. Once it came to a stop, we simply opened the nearest one, then climbed up and into the compartment. If there had been anyone behind us, they would have surely caught a glimpse of our bare bottoms.

There was only one other passenger in this compartment: an attractive older woman, in her mid-forties or thereabouts. She sat facing us, but looking out of the window. I shut the door shut behind us.

When the train finally began to move, the woman looked at us with the oddest expression, as if we’d done something to startle her.

We were soon out of the station and picking up speed. Stacy, perhaps still feeling the stirrings of our newfound lesbian desire, was behaving in a very wanton way. She sat back on the long bench seat that went the full width of the carriage and crossed one leg over the other. I noticed the woman staring at her, and turned my head to see what Stacy was up to. My eyes widened when I saw that my daughter had her calf resting on the other leg, giving the woman a full view of her cunt.

I opened my mouth to tell Stacy to behave, but was taken aback by the expression on the woman’s face. She was smiling at my little girl, her eyes alight with excitement.

The woman looked up at me, then back down at Stacy’s pussy. “Little one,” she said, “you are very beautiful. I was seduced many years ago by a little girl as lovely as you. She liked to show me her cunt, just as you are now.”

I studied this woman, taking in how attractive she was as she gave me a most significant smile. It occurred to me that this could be an opportunity for my daughter and I to explore lesbian love even further…

“Did you lick her?” Stacy cooed, shocking me with her boldness.

“I certainly did, child… and she licked me as well.” The woman moistened her lips. “I’d love to taste you, too.” Her eyes met mine again. “May I?”

Standing on trembling legs, I stood before the woman and lifted my skirt, flashing my minge at her. “Would you like to taste me, too?”

I don’t know what possessed me. I was behaving like a complete slag, but didn’t care at all. Having tasted the delights of lesbian love with Stacy, I wanted more. I hungered for female flesh, and this woman’s interest sent my lust soaring.

Reaching out, she ran her fingers through my pubes. “It will be my pleasure,” she said. Rising from her seat, she moved to lock the compartment door and pull down the shade. “No one will interrupt us here. I have made love to many women on this train.” She winked at my daughter. “And a few girls, as well. By the way, I’m Margaret.”

I stretched out on the seat. “My name’s Enid… and that’s my daughter Stacy.”

“Hi, Margaret!” Stacy chirped, her bare slit still on full display.

“Delighted to meet you both,” the woman replied. Turning to Stacy, she said, “I’m going to have your mum for my afternoon tea, little one… then you’ll be my dessert!”

“Okay,” my baby girl piped, then sat back to enjoy the show, already stroking herself.

Margaret pulled my top up and off, then deftly unhooked the front clasp of my bra. Lowering her face to my breasts, she closed her mouth over the left nipple as her right hand flicked my skirt out of the way, exposing my bush. I spread my legs as far apart as possible.

The woman plunged two fingers into my dripping vagina and fucked me hard and deep, steadily increasing in speed with each stroke. She was rubbing my clit with her thumb, so I couldn’t restrain myself for very long. My back arched as I gave a choked scream, my body seizing up in a massive orgasm that absolutely blinded me for a few seconds.

When my eyes fluttered open, the first thing I saw was Stacy. She had her heels on the seat, legs spread wide, caressing herself.

The woman offered her sticky fingers to my little girl… and Stacy took them into her mouth, humming with delight as she sampled her mummy’s pussy again. “Ah,” the woman nodded, then glanced back at me. “She’s tasted you before, hasn’t she?”

I nodded. “We… we just made love for the first time — a few minutes ago.”

“I knew I smelled cunt when you got in.” She shook her head in awe. “I don’t know what made me so certain of it, but something told me that you two have been intimate together. I’m glad to see I was right.” Her eyes burned into mine. “You remind me of my lover. I’ll be meeting her at the station. She, too, is attracted to young girls.” Margaret knelt before Stacy, burrowing between her thighs, covering my baby’s slit with her mouth.

Stacy’s back arched as the woman probed her cunt with an eager tongue. My baby was crying, “Yes, yes, yes!” Then suddenly Margaret sat up, her lips dripping in juices, and began to masturbate my little girl. Soon my little girl was gurgling in ecstasy as this older woman brought her off. Finally Stacy collapsed, completely spent. She was sprawled out in her seat, legs still parted, her sex lewdly exposed.

Margaret took her seat, all smiles. “That was wonderful. A dream and a memory come true.” She lifted her skirt to reveal a soft belly and her hairy cunt. “You’re not the only ones going without knickers, you know.”

Her eyes were daring me to act… and I was moving toward her before I even knew it, hypnotised by that beautiful brown bush. Kneeling before my new lover, I buried my mouth in the dark fur, seeking and finding the juicy flesh it concealed.

“Lovely,” she whispered as I ate her cunt like I’d been born to it, intoxicated by the taste and smell of her, as well as the heat of the woman’s fluids as they dripped from my chin.

Why had I wasted so many years with men? This was love as I’d dreamed it would be, making my heart race, my soul radiate. Then and there, I knew I was a lesbian.

My little girl had recovered from her climax and was now sharing hot, deep kisses with our new friend, who was moaning in Stacy’s mouth while I fucked her with my tongue. Suddenly she was coming, her essence flowing forth to coat my lips and chin. I drank it down like wine.

By then I was on fire, in desperate need of release… and our new friend was more than ready to assist. She got me down on all fours, knelt behind me.

“So, you’ve licked your mummy’s cunt, she tells me,” Margaret said to Stacy – casually, as if she was asking my daughter about what games she liked to play.

“Uh-huh!” Stacy replied. “I liked it, too. Mummy is yummy!” She giggled. “Her cunt, I mean.”

“Oh, I know what you mean, little one… tell me, though: do you know what rimming is?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Well, that’s when you use your tongue on a lover’s bumhole.”

“Really?” I could easily picture the awed look on my little girl’s face. Stacy’s curiosity was boundless, and nothing pleased her like the opportunity to learn something new and interesting. “Doesn’t it taste bad?”

“Not at all, love. Here, I’ll show you.” I felt the woman’s hands spread my arse open, then her warm, wet tongue bathed my rosebud.

It felt divine. No man had ever pleasured me that way before, and I found myself wondering what other sexual delights I’d missed in my life. I’ll be trying them all now, I decided, and Stacy will be learning with me.

The woman drew away, then said, “Now kiss me, angel.”

I heard the sound of lips and tongues mingling as this lovely stranger kissed my child, then Stacy said, “I want to lick Mummy’s bottom now!”

“Go right ahead, love,” Margaret replied. “You’re a very lucky child, you know. Not many little girls get the chance to play such nice games with their mums.”

I’m not sure Stacy was even listening at that point. Her tongue was trailing up and down through the crack of my arse, and she was humming contentedly, as if enjoying a long awaited treat.

“Put a finger in her cunt,” Margaret said, “She’ll like that.”

Stacy fumbled around, seeking but failing to locate my vaginal entrance. “I can’t find it,” she pouted.

“Don’t worry, child. I’ll help you,” came the woman’s soothing voice. She knelt next to Stacy, and I felt her fingers search out my opening. “Oh, my… she’s really wet. Tell you what, child – let’s put two of your fingers inside.”

Seconds later, my baby girl penetrated me, her fingers probing deep into my cunt. Her mouth returned to my anus, and she swirled her tongue around the tight ring.

“Fuck her hard,” urged Margaret, sounding short of breath. I suspected our new friend was masturbating, and who could blame her?

Stacy dutifully went to work, giving my vagina a serious pounding. Her hand made squishing sounds with each stroke, and I could feel warm, thick juices oozing down my inner thighs. So close, so close, so fucking close…

And just like that, I was coming like a wildcat, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream. My darling child took me to the acme of pleasure, then over the edge. She probably would’ve kept going, but I might have had a heart attack first.

Taking pity on me, Margaret said, “You’d better stop, angel – I don’t think your mum can take much more.”

Stacy dutifully withdrew her hand, and I collapsed on the carpet, wheezing like an old accordion.

The three of us spent a couple of minutes recovering, but we knew it was necessary to get back into our clothes before we were caught. That didn’t prevent us from swapping the occasional lover’s kiss while dressing. Margaret had a bottle of citrus-scented air freshener, which she used to banish the remaining evidence of our afternoon fuck. “I never travel without it,” she told us with a wink.

On to Part Two!

The Story Thus Far

Ch1: In which Sarah and Frankie peruse some rather risqué entertainment, then get intimately acquainted with a pair of soiled undies. Who says staying at home on weekends is boring?

Ch2: In which Kerry comes home, the Panty Fairy pays a visit, Sarah confides in her sister Judy, Kerry catches a whiff of pussy on Mummy’s fingers, and plans are made to let Kerry watch Sarah and Frankie have sex. Goodness me!

 

by BlueJean

1

After making the reckless, quite possibly catastrophic decision to let Kerry watch Frankie and me make love, I spent the next day wavering, on the verge of calling the whole thing off, imagining all the spectacular ways such a foolhardy endeavour could go wrong.

Did Kerry even truly understand what she was asking to see? At eight years old, how aware was she of matters sexual? The thought of my little girl getting frightened and running from our bedroom in tears was anything but comforting.

Beyond that, even having sworn her to secrecy, what if she confided in one of her friends at school? I could see all the dominoes tumbling, one after the other – Kerry tells friend, friend tells parents, parents call police, Kerry gets taken into custody, Frankie and Sarah go to prison, Sarah gets duffed up in the showers by a gigantic tattooed ogre called Debra.

Of course, it was lust that convinced me everything would be fine. Lust can be devious like that.

Hey, don’t worry about it, Sarah. It’s probably not even illegal if Kerry’s just watching. And it’s just sex, right? It’s really not a big deal. And… well, it would be pretty hot, wouldn’t it? You and Frankie fucking while Kerry watches? Listen, maybe you should pay a visit to the bathroom, fish a pair of your little girl’s undies from the hamper and have a good long think about it… What do you say, Sarah? Hmm?

It was good advice. I took it.

2

That evening, we all sat around the dining table to eat our meal and gossip about the day’s events. Kerry was telling us about the extinction of the dinosaurs, which she’d just learned about at school.

“So this massive metreor—” she began.

“Meteor,” Frankie corrected her.

“Yeah, me-te-or. This meteor crashed into the Earth and killed all the dinosaurs, but it didn’t actually kill them straight away, ’cept the ones that were close to where the meteor landed. But the meteor made a lot of dust that filled the sky, so all the plants died ‘cause they weren’t getting any sun, then the plant-eating dinosaurs died ’cause the plants were gone, and the meat-eating dinosaurs died because they had no plants to eat, either.” Kerry furrowed her brow. “No, wait, not plants. Um… shall I start again?”

“The plants had no sun, so they died. The herbivores died because they had no plants to eat, then the carnivores died because they had no herbivores to eat. That about right?” I said.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“How did dinosaurs evolve into birds if they died out?” Frankie asked. Trust her to complicate matters.

“Maybe some escaped?” I suggested.

“They became birds before they died, I think,” Kerry said.

Frankie seemed to give that a great deal of consideration, which usually equates to her staring into space for several seconds until her eyes begin to glaze over. “Dunno how that works,” she finally said with a shrug, “but it’s pretty interesting, I guess.”

After we’d finished our meal, we sat in comfortable silence for a while, me occasionally pushing Kerry’s hair back behind her ears while she studied her dinosaur book; Frankie willfully ignoring my rule of no phones at the dinner table.

At some point, Frankie caught my eye, arching an eyebrow as she gestured discreetly toward Kerry. My daughter was too busy studying the pictures in her book to notice.

I cleared my throat. “Kerry?”

“Mmm?”

“Close your book for a minute. We want to have a chat with you.”

“Okay.” Kerry folded the book closed, then gave us her full attention.

“Do you remember yesterday when you asked us about, uh, sex? And how Mummy and Frankie like to do that kind of thing?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Do you still want to know more about it?” I asked matter-of-factly. “Or are you not too bothered?”

In some ways, I think it would’ve been a relief if Kerry told us she wasn’t interested anymore. I mean, kids do have short attention spans – lesbian sex one day, dinosaurs the next. It would’ve made our lives a lot less complicated if she’d said no.

But we weren’t getting off the hook that easily. “Yeah, I still want to know. Are you gonna tell me, then?”

I looked at Frankie, hoping to pass the baton to her. It was her idea, after all. Frankie took a mouthful of wine and pretended she couldn’t see me.

I soldiered on anyway. “Uh, okay. So Frankie and I thought that it would be easier just to show you.”

And there it was. Couldn’t take it back now.

My puzzled daughter looked from me to Frankie. “Huh?”

I elaborated. “What we’re saying is, um… would you like to watch us have sex?”

A plethora of emotions flitted across Kerry’s face: shock, amusement, embarrassment. Finally she gave us a shy nod.

“You don’t have to,” Frankie told her, stroking her arm. “We think it would be a good way to show you how two women make love, but it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

Kerry was quick to reply. “I definitely want to.”

“Okay, that’s fine, then,” I said. “The only thing is, you must never, ever tell anyone about it. Me and Frankie could get into big trouble if you do.”

“I won’t, I promise. Are you going to show me now?”

Frankie gave a joyous titter. “Well, someone’s keen.”

“Not just yet. Shall we say… Thursday night?” I suggested. “That’ll give us all a day or two to get used to the idea.”

“‘Kay,” Kerry said, her eyes taking on the familiar sparkle of intense interest. What was a mass extinction event sixty-five million years ago compared to Mummy and Frankie doing the bump n’ grind?

“I’ll make a note in my diary,” Frankie cooed. I half expected her to start cackling and rubbing both hands together. She does that sometimes, even though I’ve pointed out it’s not a good look for her.

“Go have your shower while we clean up,” I told Kerry, and she scampered off.

I gave Frankie a worried look. “I’m not sure this is going to end well.”

“Relax,” Frankie reassured me, as if I could rely on her to be the voice of reason. “We’ll take it one step at a time. No pressure.” She took a mouthful of the crusty bread that was lying on her plate, looking ever so pleased with herself. The words cat and cream sprang to mind.

3

 

The next morning, Kerry was sitting at the kitchen table eating her cereal while I brushed her hair. She peered up at me with impish eyes, and I noticed a bit of extra colour in her cheeks. “I can’t wait ’til tomorrow night,” she said.

“Me too. Just remember not to tell anyone,” I reminded her.

“I will. Remember, I mean. What kind of things will you and Frankie show me?”

I hadn’t really thought about that. I guessed it would have to be a heavily abridged version of our usual regimen – Frankie and I weren’t exactly subtle when we went at it – but I didn’t want to reduce the act to something sterile and choreographed. We were passionate in bed, and that was nothing to be ashamed of.

“You’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?” I told Kerry with a knowing smile.

“Will it be rude?”

“Well, it’s sex, isn’t it? I suppose it’ll be quite rude, yeah.”

Talking about this with my daughter was making me feel a little warm between the legs. If I couldn’t rouse Frankie, I’d usually treat myself to a couple of fingers before I got out of bed. A fine way to start the day, in my opinion, but I hadn’t bothered masturbating that morning.

Standing behind my daughter, I stroked her hair, then brought my fingers to her nose, just like I’d done a couple of days earlier. “Do my fingers smell?”

Kerry took a little matter-of-fact sniff. “Not really.”

Moving round to her side, so she could see what I was doing, I popped the button on my trousers and slipped a hand inside, rubbing my pussy through my panties. I pulled it back out and returned my fingers to her nose. “What about now?”

Kerry took another sniff, her eyes lighting up. “Yeah, I can smell it.”

“Do you like it?” I murmured. God, this was so juvenile of me. But also dangerously compelling.

Kerry gave me an emphatic nod, then broke into a wide grin. “It makes my tummy feel all floaty.”

“I like it too,” I admitted, bringing my fingers to my nose to sample the musky aroma. I hadn’t taken a shower yet. My scent was strong; heady.

I decided to take things a little further. Just a little.

I snaked my hand back down my trousers, only this time I put it down my panties too. I pushed a couple of fingers inside my pussy, gaze fixed on my dumbstruck daughter. Withdrawing my hand, I let Kerry smell the wet digits.

“I’ll bet that’s even nicer,” I murmured.

Kerry closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as I rubbed my sticky fingers together under her nose. I thought about popping them into her mouth, but that would have been a step too far, so I settled on smearing a thin sheen of my essence across her top lip, knowing the scent would stay with her a while longer.

“Go and put your shoes on,” I told her in a voice that didn’t seem like it belonged to me. “We need to get you to school.”

4

I spent the short car journey to Kerry’s school squeezing my thighs together to give myself some relief from the throbbing ache in my cunt. Christ, I was so fucking horny all the time.

I pulled up in the school car park, kissed Kerry on the nose (I could smell myself on her, and that made me even hornier), then watched as she skipped away to greet her friends. I should’ve driven home and seen to my needs behind closed doors, but instead I sat there in the car, watching all the little girls running around in their gingham dresses, white pelerine socks and cute ponytails.

I peered around to make sure no one was looking in my direction, then popped a couple of buttons on my slacks, pushing a hand down to find my clit.

Sally Hamilton was chatting to one of her friends over by the playground. Her little girl was bouncing up and down nearby. I couldn’t remember her name, but I knew she was a couple of years younger than Kerry. She was a podgy little thing. I kind of liked that about her.

“Oh, yeah. Your little girl’s so fucking sexy, Mrs. Hamilton,” I hissed, knowing the dirty words would be like invoking an erotic spell. “May I call you ‘Sally’? I know we haven’t spoken much, but I’d really like to tug your daughter’s panties down and lick that plump little pussy of hers. Would you mind, Sally? You can watch while I rub my dripping cunt on her chubby bare bottom.”

Fingers whisking away beneath my knickers, I dredged up an even dirtier notion. “Your little one smells so good, Sally. I wouldn’t blame you if you ever considered having a sneaky lick yourself. I know she’s your own daughter, but— oooh, fuck!”

Within seconds, I was squirting on my fingers, a hoarse cry escaping my throat. It was an unusually intense orgasm, no doubt fuelled by the thought of mother-daughter incest, something I’d not allowed myself to dwell on until Frankie showed me that damned video, but now seemed to be infiltrating my erotic fantasies more and more.

The car windows were steaming up nicely. The vehicle smelled of pussy. I licked my fingers clean, buttoned up my trousers, then drove home.

And then Thursday arrived.

5

Kerry went to school, Frankie and I caught up with our own work, and none of us spoke of our evening plans – afraid to break the spell, perhaps.

Later that evening, as we all sat around the dining table, it was Kerry who first broached the subject. “Am I still allowed to watch you tonight?” she asked shyly.

“Watch us do what?” Frankie teased.

“You know!” giggled Kerry, swatting Frankie on the arm.

“I most certainly don’t. Do you know what she’s talking about, Sarah?”

I put a fist beneath my chin and looked off into the middle distance. “Watch us do… yoga, maybe? Yeah, that must be it.”

Kerry gave her head a vigorous shake. “Um, no.”

“Watch us… knitting?” suggested Frankie. “I knitted a scale model of the Houses of Parliament by accident once. It was supposed to be a scarf.”

“No, silly!” laughed Kerry. “I bet you’ve never done knitting in your life, Frankie.”

“What is it you want to watch, then?” I asked wryly.

“Duh! Watch you do sex!”

Frankie and I both put a hand to our mouths in a theatrical display of scandal and disbelief.

“What a rude little girl!” Frankie declared.

“Shocking!” I agreed.

“You two are funny,” Kerry accused us.

I trailed my fingers down the nape of her neck. “Why don’t you go and have your shower, then knock on our bedroom door when you’re done, okay?”

“Kay,” my daughter replied, then ran off to the bathroom as fast as her legs would carry her.

Frankie and I fixed eyes on one another. I brought my lips to hers and kissed her on the mouth.

“How are we going to do this?” she asked, an uncharacteristic hint of uncertainty in her voice.

“We’ll figure it out,” I replied, taking her by the hand and leading her to our bedroom.

6

While Frankie closed the curtains, I turned on the bedside lamps, then opted for the ceiling light as well. I thought it would better serve our purpose if Kerry had a clear view of everything.

We lay face to face on the bed. I traced the curve of Frankie’s hip with my fingers. “Say something dirty to me,” I told her.

“I’m going to fuck you while your daughter watches. How’s that?”

“That’ll do it.”

We indulged in a little foreplay until there was a knock at the door. I called out for Kerry to come in, and she shuffled into the bedroom in her pyjamas, looking awkward and shy. Mr. Ruffles, Kerry’s beloved teddy bear, was cradled under an arm, offering what moral support he could.

“Wow, quickest shower in the world!” Frankie joked, making Kerry smile. I could always rely on her to break the ice.

“You did have a shower, didn’t you?” I asked my daughter with a sceptical look.

“Uh, my hair’s still damp, Mummy. Yes, I did. I just didn’t want to keep you both waiting.”

“Okay. Close the door and make yourself comfortable in the chair,” I told her, so she nestled into the big armchair next to our bed.

I thought I’d better give her the obligatory get-out clause. “Just so you know, sweetie – we can stop any time if you’re not comfortable with what we’re doing. Okay?”

“All right,” Kerry said, then added: “I don’t want you to stop, though. It’s just that I never saw anyone have sex before, so it’s kind of exciting and kind of scary at the same time.”

“Sure, we get it,” Frankie said. “It’s like starting school for the first time, right? A bit nerve-wracking on the first day, but then you wonder what all the fuss was about.”

“That’s remarkably insightful,” I told Frankie. “Not like you at all.”

“Aww, thanks!” Frankie beamed, completely oblivious to the snarky nature of my compliment. She got up on her haunches while I moved behind her, planting both hands on her hips and nuzzling her neck. She breathed a sigh, reaching back to run her fingers through my hair.

“This sort of thing is called foreplay, Kerry,” I told my daughter. “Kissing and touching gets us in the mood for sex.”

“I was already in the mood,” said Frankie.

“Shush,” I told her.

It felt kind of silly narrating our lovemaking, but not making some effort to explain what we were doing would have defeated the purpose.

I snaked my tongue up and down Frankie’s neck, pausing to playfully nibble an earlobe. Frankie turned to kiss me, our tongues entwining. She unhooked the buttons of my shirt one by one, languidly working her way down.

“Move to the side a bit, so Kerry can see,” I told her.

Frankie moved back a little, then peered over at Kerry as she opened my shirt and slipped it off my shoulders. I let the garment drop to the bed, my upper half now clad in nothing but a lacy black bra.

I turned Frankie back round to face Kerry, then lifted her Ramones t-shirt up and over her head. Unlike me, Frankie was braless (she rarely wore them), so her perky tits sprang free. I reached round to cup and massage them, pinching her nipples between my fingers.

“Can you see Frankie’s nipples sticking out, Kerry? They grow big and rubbery like that when she gets sexually aroused.”

“I can’t see properly,” Kerry complained, leaning forward in the chair.

“Move a bit closer, then,” I told her, so she dragged the chair towards the bed until it was almost touching the edge. She sat back down and pulled Mr. Ruffles into her lap.

Frankie reached around to unsnap my bra. She pulled it away, letting my breasts spill free. They were larger; fuller than my lover’s, and if that wasn’t immediately obvious to Kerry, Frankie illustrated the point by pressing a tit against mine. She ran her palm across the other one, trapping a stiffening nipple between her fingers.

“Suck them for me,” I demanded.

Frankie took a nipple into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue. “It feels nice to have your tit— er, boobs licked and sucked,” she told Kerry. “See how much your mum enjoys it?”

An enthralled Kerry could only bob her head up and down.

I shimmied out of my slacks, then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of Frankie’s cargo pants, working them down until they ringed her knees. My hand slipped inside her panties, fingers pressing into the moist heat of her cunt. I flashed my eyes at Kerry.

“Let’s take the rest of our clothes off,” I told Frankie, and while she tugged her trousers the rest of the way off, I climbed from the bed with every intention of removing my knickers.

Instead, I paused to brush a thumb against Kerry’s cheek, an innocent enough gesture until I stopped to consider where my fingers had been mere seconds before. They were still glazed with Frankie’s juices. The thought sent a ripple of pleasure through me.

“You okay, sweetie?” I asked my little girl.

Kerry regarded my breasts with considerable interest, then let her gaze settle on my damp crotch. I suppose discretion isn’t of much concern to the average child of eight. And truthfully, I kind of liked the way she stared so brazenly. “Yeah, I’m okay, Mummy. You’re not done already, are you?”

“Definitely not,” I assured her. “We’ve got lots of other things to show you. You just sit there and keep watching.”

I slipped my knickers down, taking my time with it, never once breaking eye contact with Kerry. It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing, but I found the frivolous little display surprisingly thrilling. Standing there with my moist panties in my hand, I toyed with the idea of bringing them to her face, but knew that would be against the rules. I draped them over the arm of the chair instead.

Frankie was sprawled out on the bed, propping herself up with an elbow while she let her eyes wander freely over my naked form. Judging from her intrigued smirk, my little bit of theatre had not gone unnoticed.

Kneeling on the bed, I took one of Frankie’s smooth, tanned legs, drawing it up between us. She wiggled her toes playfully. I kissed the floral tattoo on her ankle, then slowly peppered my way down her calves; her inner thighs. Lingering near her pussy, I breathed in my lover’s intoxicating scent, my lips barely touching the exposed flesh on either side of her panties.

Finally, I peeled the crotch of her knickers to one side and peered back at my daughter. “Can you see Frankie’s pussy, Kerry?”

Kerry managed a nod. She looked absolutely mesmerised.

My next question would be dangerously close to breaking our rule of not having Kerry interact with our lovemaking. “Shall I take her panties off?”

“Um. Yeah, I think you should.”

I tugged Frankie’s knickers down her legs and away. She spread her thighs across the bed, exposing herself wantonly.

Positioning myself in such a way that Kerry had a clear view, I slipped a finger inside Frankie’s cunt, the muscle of her belly rippling in response. “I’m going to finger her pussy now,” I explained to Kerry, pumping my digit back and forth. “But one finger is never enough for greedy Frankie. Let’s pop another one in, shall we?” I paired the first finger with a second.

“How many can you fit in there?” Kerry asked.

Frankie was quite partial to an entire hand up her cunt on occasion, but we’d already decided that was beyond the scope of our lesson. “Quite a few,” I admitted. “But two’s good for now.”

I scissored my fingers into Frankie, drawing them out as far as I could without removing them completely, then plunging them back in again, repeating the process until my fingers were dripping with her juices. Sitting so close to us, I knew Kerry would be able to pick up the scent of arousal.

Frankie began strumming her clit while I fucked her.

“See what Frankie’s doing? That little bump she’s touching is called a clitoris. It feels amazing when you play with it.”

“‘Kay.”

When I turned to her again, Kerry was discreetly pressing Mr. Ruffles against her crotch.

“Peanut, it’s okay if you want to rub yourself with the teddy. You don’t need to hide it from us.”

“I’m not hiding it,” Kerry said with a hint of haughtiness.

“I bet it’d feel much better if you took those pyjamas off,” Frankie crooned. I shot her a look. “What? I’m just tryin’ to help. It’s not a big deal, is it?”

I turned back to my daughter. “You can pull your jammies down if you want. Me and Frankie don’t mind.”

Kerry gave us both a little smirk, then lifted her bum to push the pyjama bottoms down to her knees. As I’d expected, she wasn’t wearing knickers. She brought her teddy back between her legs and began rubbing it up and down her pussy.

“Oh my giddy fuck, that’s so hot,” Frankie groaned.

“Never mind what Kerry’s doing,” I told her, planting kisses on her inner thighs while I fucked her with my fingers.

“I heard that, Frankie,” Kerry said. “Mummy, Frankie said a bad word.”

“Yes, she can be quite uncouth,” I admitted. “But it’s okay to use words like that when we’re having sexy fun. Just don’t repeat any of them at school.”

I took Frankie’s clit between my lips. She cradled the back of my head and thrust her pelvis up to meet me as I suckled. “Oh, yeah,” she groaned. ”Your mum’s sucking on my clit, Kerry. It feels so nice, ’specially when she fingers me at the same time.”

I went to work on Frankie while she watched Kerry having fun with Mr Ruffles. I should’ve told her to focus on me instead, but truthfully, I liked the way she stared at my little girl, that almost predatory glint in her eye.

She suddenly stiffened against me, clutching handfuls of my hair. A series of small convulsions rippled through her, then a larger jolt. “Fuck! Oh, Kerry, look what your mum just m-made me do.”

It wasn’t just me though, was it, sweetheart? Watching Kerry doing naughty things with her teddy bear, that’s what really pushed you over the edge.

“Frankie just had an orgasm,” I told my daughter. “You know what an orgasm is, right?”

“Yeah,” Kerry said. “We learned that at school.”

I withdrew my messy fingers from Frankie, then popped them into my mouth.

Kerry’s eyes went comically wide. “What’s it taste like?” she asked.

God, I was so close to letting my daughter suck my wet fingers. So close. I could’ve reached across and slipped them into her mouth so easily, but managed to restrain myself. “Like spiced honey,” I said with a wink.

Kerry narrowed her eyes sceptically. “Hmm… I bet it doesn’t.”

Frankie shifted her body opposite mine and slung her legs wide. “Let’s rub our pussies together.”

“I thought you were done,” Kerry said to Frankie.

“Boys have to wait a while before they have another orgasm,” I explained, “but girls can do another right away if they like.”

I pressed my cunt to Frankie’s, twisting my hips until we were joined snugly together. “Rubbing our pussies together like this is called tribbing. It’s a really good way to make each other come.”

Kerry furrowed her brow. “Come?”

“‘Come’ is another word for orgasm,” Frankie told her. “Can you see what we’re doing? It’s just like when you rub your teddy against your pussy. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Kerry nodded, still moving her stuffed bear up and down. “I do this quite a lot with Mr. Ruffles, but I didn’t know ladies rubbed their bits together like that.”

As I ground against Frankie, it occurred to me that we were both now openly watching Kerry bring herself off. Tonight was meant to be about her watching us, but I told myself there was no harm in looking.

It’s not gonna hurt just to have a little peek, is it? We’re not touching her or anything. Relax.

“Why don’t you take your bottoms all the way off, Kerry?” I heard myself say.

“Shall I?”

“Yeah, you may as well,” Frankie was quick to chip in.

Kerry pulled her jammies off, treating Frankie and me to a fleeting glimpse of her neat slit before she put Mr. Ruffles back to work.

“Are you glad we let you watch us tonight, Peanut?” I cooed. The act of casual conversation with my little girl whilst grinding my cunt against Frankie’s felt deliciously wanton.

“Yeah, it’s really fun.”

“Oh, Sarah,” Frankie groaned. “Look at her scrubbing that soft toy all over her little pussy. I’m g-gonna come so fucking hard. Oooohhh… watch me come on Mummy’s cunt, Kerry!”

Before I could tell her to tone the language down, Frankie was thrashing wildly, her climax so intense she actually ejaculated over me. With her warm juices trickling through my pubes and down onto my cunt, and my little girl rubbing her beloved teddy up and down her hairless slit, I let my own orgasm wash over me, crying out. I ground myself against Frankie until I had nothing left to give.

We lay tangled together for a good long while, both utterly spent.

Kerry’s giggle brought us back to the here and now. “Wow, you both look like you really enjoyed that.” She pulled Mr. Ruffles away from her pussy and gave him a discreet sniff, then briefly inspected herself between the legs. When she noticed us staring, she used the stuffy to cover herself. “Oi, stop looking!”

I wasn’t sure if Kerry managed to bring herself to orgasm, or even if she could, but either way, it didn’t seem to be of much concern to her. It’s the journey, not the destination, I guess.

“Are you done, or is there more?” she asked.

“Oh, I think that’s probably enough for tonight,” I told her, then realised that I’d just opened the possibility of further lessons. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah, it was cool,” she replied matter-of-factly. “Thanks for letting me watch.”

“And now you know how two ladies can make love,” Frankie crooned, draped across the bed like some battle-worn Amazon. “Just remember not to tell anyone we let you watch. If your friends at school ask questions again, you can tell them what you’ve learnt, but just say we sat down and had a chat with you about it.”

Kerry clambered off the chair, Mr. Ruffles clasped in one hand, her pyjama bottoms in the other.

“Give me a kiss goodnight,” I said, opening my arms to her.

She rested a knee on the bed, then leaned down to kiss me on the lips. I saw her nostrils flare briefly, and knowing that she was basking in the musky, humid heat of our coupling sent a thrill shivering through me.

“Give Frankie a kiss, too.”

Frankie could barely tear her eyes away from my daughter’s bare slit. Kerry planted a kiss on her mouth. “‘Night, then,” she said, and scampered from the room.

I crawled up alongside Frankie and pressed my breasts into her back, an arm wrapped around her waist. “Well, that’s that,” I said.

“Christ, I haven’t come that hard for a while,” Frankie informed me.

“Me neither. It’s just the novelty of it, right?”

Frankie peered back at me. “Why do you have to do that?”

“What?”

“Keep trying to justify the way you feel.”

“Do I?”

“Yeah. It’s annoying. Like you’re trying to guilt-trip yourself.”

“It’s just…” I struggled for the right words. “Kerry’s my little girl. And I don’t know exactly what’s happening here. It’s all new, you know? I suppose I’m just trying to figure out where the boundaries are. Things could go badly wrong if we’re not careful. Also, one of us has to be a responsible adult, and it isn’t going to be you, is it?”

“You take that back,” Frankie said with a pout that rapidly morphed into a dirty grin. “Bloody hell, the way she rubbed that teddy on her pussy, though. I’m gonna be wanking to that for months.”

“I rest my case.”

7

After Kerry went to bed, Frankie and I sat in the lounge in our pyjamas, pretending to watch TV. Neither of us was much in the mood to chat, but that was okay – we both knew what the other was thinking.

Had we really let Kerry watch us fuck? The idea was so implausible, I could’ve almost convinced myself it hadn’t happened. We’d been unbelievably reckless, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to regret the decision. I’d rarely enjoyed such an intense climax, and my mind was awash with fantasies of inviting Kerry into our bedroom again. It wasn’t really going to happen, of course – this one-time lesson had served its purpose, and we couldn’t risk repeating the exercise – but no one could blame me for letting my imagination run rampant.

My phone was vibrating on the coffee table. I picked it up absentmindedly and saw a text from my sister.

Got the video. So hot!

I was about to ask her what the hell she was talking about, thinking the text might not be intended for me, then remembered Frankie had sent her the video of the woman doing unspeakable things with her little girl, the one we’d watched in Kerry’s bedroom that helped to set us on this lewd journey in the first place. I pinged back a message.

Put it in an encrypted file like Frankie showed you. Don’t forget!

Judy replied with a thumbs-up emoji.

“My sister liked the video,” I informed Frankie.

“Awesome,” Frankie said.

I wasn’t sure it was particularly awesome, probably not even in the ballpark. Judy had a husband and a little girl of her own. She was the very definition of a model wife, or at least pretended to be, and there I was dragging her down the rabbit hole with me. She may be my big sister, but I’ve always been the smart one, the one she looks to for advice. What the hell was I doing?

Like I said to Frankie, I needed to set some boundaries, otherwise we were all heading for trouble. Because lust can make you careless. And careless people get caught with their pants down.

On to Chapter Four!

The search for our new editors has eaten into my time, so I’ve had to dip into my files to unearth this one, which I’ve just spent a few hours polishing to a shine. Maybe more a piece of costume jewelry than a rare gem, but I feel a certain affection for it. Maybe you will too.

***

 By JetBoy

Adrift in a peaceful slumber, Beth suddenly heard her daughter Piper cry out in the night. She was instantly awake, stealing a glance at the glowing numbers on her clock radio as she clumsily rose to her feet. It was 1:52 AM.

Throwing on her dressing gown, she hastened across the hallway and into Piper’s bedroom.

Her ten-year-old daughter was asleep, but whimpering and moaning, blindly striking out with both hands as if fighting off an intruder.

Kneeling next to the bed, Beth gently touched Piper’s shoulder, and the girl bolted upright, her eyes open wide. She caught sight of her mother and burst into tears.

Beth hugged her child, feeling her child tremble as she sobbed in terror. “It’s okay, honey, you just had a bad dream. You’re all right.”

Her voice was calm and even, but inside, she was stricken to the quick by the child’s distress. Since her divorce two years earlier, Piper was the alpha and omega of her life.

Gradually, Piper was somewhat calmer, but she still shivered.

“Do you want to sleep with me, honey?” Beth murmured.

The girl nodded, her face still streaked with tears, clambered from her bed and padded across the hall in her mother’s old Prince t-shirt that she still insisted on sleeping in, even though it was now too small to serve as a nightie. Beth followed behind.

She tucked in her daughter, then took off her nightgown and got into bed naked. She had slept nude since her teen years, and still preferred it to anything else.

They hugged briefly. Piper snuggled down and was soon asleep; Beth followed suit soon after.

Suddenly, Beth was awakened by small movements in the bed. Careful not to show she was awake, she concentrated for a moment. She quickly worked out that her daughter was moving her hand in gentle rhythmic movements, her breathing controlled.

With a flutter of excitement, she realized that Piper was masturbating. Her heart began to pound, and there was an unexpected warmth between her thighs.

Beth felt a sudden pang of guilt at her arousal. She enjoyed sex with men and women, and masturbated often – but the idea of her young daughter touching herself had the 32-year-old mother feeling a strange tingly sensation that she didn’t fully understand.

She hadn’t suspected that her little girl had discovered the pleasures her body was capable of. However, Piper was fairly mature for her age. Beth remembered well how wild her own hormones had run when she was a year or two older… and how she’d learned to satisfy those newfound urges.

So she lay quietly, sensing her daughter’s slowly rising arousal, trying to ignore the deep throbbing between her own legs and the wetness that was developing there.

After a while, Piper began to make tiny, almost inaudible sounds of pleasure as she achieved her orgasm. Almost immediately, she was slumbering once more, relaxed and sated. As for Beth, it took a little longer for her to get back to sleep.

In the morning, there was the usual frantic rush, mother and daughter racing to get ready for school and work, and Piper was her usual cheerful self. She apologized briefly for waking her mommy the night before, and Beth reassured her with a loving kiss on the cheek.

She watched her daughter go off to school, dressed in her white blouse and short skirt, and thought about how fast she was growing up. She wondered how often Piper masturbated, whether she had discussed it with her friends, and what else they might have done together.

She suddenly imagined her daughter naked, kissing and embracing one of her cute friends. Beth’s first sexual experience had been with another girl when she was a couple of years older than Piper, and it had been utterly delightful. She couldn’t help but wonder if her daughter had ever experienced that kind of love.

Enough. These weren’t the kind of thoughts a mother should be having about her own child. Shaking her head to clear it, Beth put the breakfast dishes in the sink, then got dressed for work.

Beth and Piper’s evening was taken up with dinner, homework, housework and TV until the hour drew close to bedtime. As they left the living room to turn in for the night, Beth noticed that her daughter was looking a little worried, and gently asked Piper, “Baby… are you thinking about that bad dream you had last night?”

To her surprise, Piper wrapped her arms around Beth’s waist and burst into tears. “It was horrible, Mommy… I was so scared! These big dogs were coming after me, and I couldn’t m-move when I tried to run…”

Cuddling her child close, Beth asked, “Do you want to spend the night with me again?”

Piper’s face immediately lit up. “Can I? You don’t mind?”

Beth kissed Piper’s head, savoring the delicate scent of her daughter’s honey-brown hair. Piper was a pretty little girl — slim and poised, surely destined to be a very attractive young woman. Beth had been just like her at that age and was still quite desirable at thirty-two.

“You go upstairs and get ready for bed,” Beth said.

Washing and undressing in the bathroom later, Beth suddenly wondered if she would catch her daughter masturbating again, and the thought made her nipples swell and harden. Beth grimaced at herself in the mirror, thinking, What’s the matter with me?

Returning to her room, Beth slipped into the bed, naked as always… and Piper turned and hugged her. “How come you don’t wear anything in bed, Mom?” she asked.

“I never have, since I was sixteen or so,” Beth answered. “I like sleeping naked. My panties always used to ride up when I slept, and I got tired of adjusting them.”

“Huh. Yeah, I don’t like that, either. Is it okay if I do it, too?” She sat up and pulled the My Little Pony top over her head, revealing her boyish chest and perky pink nipples. Quickly wriggling out of her underpants, she gave her mother a big smile and snuggled in again, giggling as their bare skin brushed together. “You’re right, Mom… that does feel nice. Wow, you’re so soft!”

“Not as soft as you, sweet stuff,” Beth said, kissing Piper on the cheek. “Good night, hon.”

“Nighty-night, Mom.”

The feel of Piper’s naked body against hers had Beth aroused. Her nipples were hard, and she wondered if her daughter was aware of it. She lay awake for what seemed like ages after Piper dropped off, asking herself if she dared to masturbate. Trouble was, Beth suspected that she might awaken Piper if she tried. Finally, she simply fell into a frustrated slumber.

But some time later, Beth awakened to the tell-tale signs of her daughter’s self-stimulation. Her hand was moving rhythmically and her breathing was deeper. Beth grew even more excited. Without stopping to think, she reached down to touch Piper’s wrist. The girl instantly went rigid.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” her mother whispered. “We all do this. Just enjoy.” She covered her daughter’s hand with her own, gently pressing Piper’s slim fingers against the soft mound of her pubes, encouraging the child to stroke herself once more. She moved the girl’s hand in a soft slow circular motion, her heart swelling with love as she helped her little girl find pleasure.

Piper moaned very softly and gave a small shiver… then she suddenly withdrew her own fingers, as if asking her mother to take over.

Her heart racing, Beth gave into temptation and began to fondle her daughter. Piper wants this, she told herself. I’m just helping her out.

Piper stretched both arms up above her head, spreading her thighs slightly, the girl’s eyes widening in awe. Her hips moved gently, and she pushed her mound against her mother’s palm. Beth could feel Piper grow wetter and wetter as she massaged the firm nubbin of her daughter’s clitoris.

Suddenly the ten-year-old’s body jerked as she cried out, pumping her hips wildly and throwing her head from side to side as she came. Her mother carried on, stroking her child’s pussy until the girl’s orgasm had run its course, then administered gentle caresses to ease her back to earth.

Piper was flushed and breathing hard. She buried her face in her mother’s shoulder, brushing the skin with her lips

“I love you, baby,” Beth whispered.

“Oh, Mom, I love you too… so much! That was… really nice.”

“I’m glad you liked it, honey.”

Piper was silent for a while, hugging her very aroused mother tightly. Eventually she said, “Mom… do you do it too? Touch, um, down there?”

“Of course I do, dearest.”

“Do you do it every night?”

“Well… most nights, yes.”

“Have you done it tonight?”

“No, not yet.”

They were silent for a few heartbeats, then Piper shyly said, “Can I… can I do it for you, Mommy?”

Beth’s heart skipped a beat. Really, I shouldn’t let her… well, maybe just this once. “If you really want to, my love.”

“Sure,” Piper whispered against her cheek. “Don’t worry – I know what I’m doing!”

Beth’s head swam as her child trailed a hand down her mother’s belly and lower, finally cupping her smooth vulva. The girl had seen her mother naked enough times to know that Beth shaved. Once she’d asked about it, and Beth simply said that she preferred it that way.

Beth let her thighs fall open slightly, allowing Piper to gently stroke her labia. Growing braver, the child slipped a finger between the bare lips, seeking out her mother’s clitoris.

Piper’s eyes widened. “You’re so wet, Mom!”

“I know, baby. I can’t help it. This feels so, so good.”

Piper fell silent, concentrating on the task in hand. It was a bit awkward at first, but she quickly found a rhythm. Soon Beth was gasping in ecstasy as her daughter pumped two fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. As the sensations grew and grew, a part of her mind wondered what on earth she was doing, allowing her own daughter to masturbate her. But her pleasure was so intense that the worry couldn’t last for long. She just lay back, one arm around her daughter’s slim back, her thighs spread wide, and let it happen.

Piper’s fingers penetrated her, stroked her, filled her… and Beth cried out as she climaxed more powerfully than she had in ages, filling the room with long, deep sobs of ecstasy.

As she gulped for breath, Beth felt Piper rest a hand on her still-pulsing mons as the moment’s bliss slowly ebbed and faded.

Piper looked up at her mother. “Was that okay, Mom? Did I – did I do it right?”

“Oh my love, it was heavenly. You made me feel wonderful.”

“I love you, Mom.” Piper said.

“I love you too, baby,” Beth murmured, toying with her little girl’s hair.

Piper was soon fast asleep, nestled in the crook of her mother’s arm. Beth lay quietly, her heart brimming with love for her sweet child, eventually drifting into a peaceful slumber.

***

Upon waking, Beth was briefly surprised to find Piper dozing beside her, the sheet pulled down to reveal her daughter’s bare upper half, far enough to show that she wasn’t wearing panties, either. She then sat bolt upright as the memory of the previous night hit home.

Oh, my lord… did you really masturbate your little girl? Then allow her to touch you the same way? In the cold light of morning, the very idea seemed downright bizarre. Talk about getting carried away! she mused, shaking her head

As Beth gazed at the sleeping child, Piper stirred, draping an arm across her belly. Recalling how agitated the girl was after her nightmare, Beth couldn’t help but reflect on how peaceful she looked now. She studied Piper’s pretty face, her rosebud mouth, her tousled hair… and she smiled, somewhat reassured.

It’s okay, she told herself. Nothing to panic about. Perhaps the intimacy they’d shared had been wrong, but she couldn’t deny it had been a beautiful, loving experience. In fact, dwelling on it now had Beth feeling warm and tingly inside.

She couldn’t resist the opportunity to take a good long look at her little girl. It had been a few years since she’d got a glimpse of Piper in the nude. Just a mother’s curiosity, she told herself. So I can see how she’s grown.

Taking the sheet between finger and thumb, Beth slowly drew the sheet down, gradually baring the child’s lower half. Sitting back, she took in the view. My God, she’s exquisite.

She already knew Piper was a lovely girl, but seeing her naked was downright awe-inspiring. Her body had not yet begun to ripen, yet there was a certain elegance to her that belied her years. Those legs of hers… they’re flawless, absolutely flawless. Her nipples were pert and pink, reminiscent of strawberry candy.

Beth bent to get a closer look at the cleft of Piper’s slit, feeling a flutter of unexpected excitement. She’d been attracted to boys and girls in equal measure since first exploring her sexuality at age thirteen with a teenage babysitter named Suzie, but since the divorce from Piper’s father, all her infrequent liaisons had been with women.

Beth had yet to discuss her love life with Piper, mostly because she didn’t really have much of a love life at the moment. But she’d been giving serious thought to seeking out a female partner in hopes of settling down, knowing that meant having The Talk with her daughter. Soon, she vowed.

Slipping out of bed, deciding against putting on her bathrobe, Beth padded downstairs to put the coffee on. She moved about the kitchen naked, savoring the slight wetness lingering between her thighs, wondering what to expect from Piper when the child finally roused herself. Maybe I should wake her and see, she told herself.

A few minutes later, Beth carried a cup of cocoa upstairs, along with a mug of coffee for herself. Piper was already awake and sitting up in bed, the top half of the sheet bunched up in her lap. She yawned and stretched, then beamed at her mother. “Morning, Mommy!”

Overwhelmed by a sudden wave of love for her adorable ten-year-old, Beth set both cups down and crawled onto the bed, where she tenderly kissed her daughter’s pretty mouth, allowing it to linger. I really shouldn’t do this, she thought, but damn it, I want to. Let’s call it a special mother’s kiss.

Even so, Beth was startled when Piper reached out to stroke her breasts. Instinct told her to pull away, but she managed not to – and the girl’s touch thrilled Beth to her very soul. “Baby girl,” she whispered, her heart racing like sixty..

Piper’s smile could have illuminated a moonless night. “Oh, Mom, you’re so… so perfect,” she sighed,  then reached for her steaming mug, which Beth had left on the nightstand. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, the child drank her cocoa.

Taking up her own mug, Beth sat likewise, her eyes drawn again and again to her daughter’s casual nudity as she sipped coffee. No doubt about it, seeing Piper naked was making her feel hot and crazy inside. I shouldn’t think of my little girl that way, Beth admonished herself. But the genie of desire had been loosed, and she had no idea how to coax it back into the bottle.

Piper couldn’t help but notice where her mother’s attention was directed. “So… did you like what we did last night, Mommy?” she asked shyly.

I won’t lie to her. I can’t. “It was wonderful, my love. What did you think?”

The girl nodded. “Really nice..Way better than when I do it to myself… and cuddling with you after, that made it even nicer. I loved it.”

Beth nodded slowly. “So did I, honey.” Tell her it was lovely, but we can’t do it again. Moms and daughters aren’t supposed to touch each other like that.

Hugging herself, twisting her upper half from side to side, Piper said, “Maybe we could… do it some more tonight?”

Beth felt another wave of desire sweep over her, and the words she’d meant to say remained unspoken. “Well… we’ll see.” She felt a powerful urge to take Piper in her arms and kiss her again – but this time, in a far more passionate way. Stop this. Just… stop.

Slowly, reluctantly, she got to her feet. “Time for our showers. You want to go first, hon?”

Piper shook her head and flopped back on the bed, legs carelessly spread.

Her heart racing, Beth fled into the bathroom before she lost control of herself and did something that might shock her daughter. Though she wondered if, after all, Piper really would be shocked…

Soaping herself beneath the flowing water, Beth found her hands lingering on her breasts, then brushing the sweet spot between her thighs. She was intensely aroused, and decided to give herself a quick orgasm in order to get through the next few hours.

Suddenly there was a giggle… and a naked Piper slipped into the cubicle next to her mother. Beth’s excitement soared as the girl threw both arms around her waist. Beth had just adorned herself with tangerine-scented body wash, and the feel of Piper’s bare skin, so soft and slippery against hers, was overpoweringly sensual.

“Wash me, Mommy?” Piper cooed, turning around and wriggling against Beth, pressing her bottom into her mother’s groin.

Trying to keep her hands steady, Beth began to lather the girl’s front, lingering on her flat chest. Piper moaned as her mother’s fingers stroked her nipples — then she seized Beth’s hand and placed it on the rise of her pubis.

Beth was frozen in place, her heart pounding like a jackhammer. She ached to fondle her little girl, to give her all kinds of delightful new feelings, to love her like a woman. But she couldn’t bring herself to take that next, dangerous step, and her hand remained motionless.

Perhaps sensing her mother’s hesitation, Piper looked back, gazing longingly at Beth. “Touch me, Mommy,” the child pleaded. “Give me the, the good feeling – you know how!”

It was much too much. A wave of helpless lust swept through Beth, one she was utterly helpless to resist.  She wants this as much as I do, she reasoned. Why tell her no? Right then, she couldn’t think of a single good reason to refuse.

Taking a deep breath, Beth caressed her daughter’s labia with an extended finger, then gently eased the digit inside Piper’s vagina. As she suspected, the girl’s hymen was gone – the result of two years of dance classes. Holding the girl close with her free arm, she masturbated the moaning child slowly, steadily.

Piper went up on tiptoe as those lovely sensations overwhelmed her all over again. Soon she was wailing, “Oh Mommy, I’m, I’m, oooohhh!” Her body shook, legs buckled, her pert bottom ground into Beth’s sex as she came.

The child’s ecstasy eventually ran its course, and Piper sagged in her mother’s embrace. Panting for breath, she turned around to clumsily wrap both arms around her mother, hugging her close, then looked up into Beth’s eyes. “Oh, Mommy… I love you,” she whispered.

Mother and daughter stood motionless, caught up in the loving gaze they both shared. Unable to restrain her desire, Beth slowly leaned in to claim the child’s mouth in a kiss. Piper responded eagerly, her own lips parting… and suddenly, unsure of exactly how it happened, Beth was kissing her daughter like a lover, her tongue flashing into the ten-year-old’s mouth. Piper gave an astonished squeak, but got over her surprise right away, meeting and matching Beth’s passion.

When their lips parted, Beth and Piper were flushed and visibly excited. “Oh, Mommy,” the young girl breathed. “No one’s ever kissed me like that before.”

“Did you like it?” Beth asked softly.

“Yes, Mommy… please, let’s do it some more!”

Closing her eyes, Beth tasted the soft sweetness of her daughter’s mouth. Her hands slid down to cup Piper’s bottom as they kissed, the young girl’s tongue sparring with her mother’s in a dance of helpless love.

Beth moaned into her daughter’s mouth as Piper’s hand slipped between her thighs. Her head spun as Piper’s fingers began to explore — stroking the labia, then toying gently with Beth’s clitoris. Her pussy was wet from the shower and dripping with the arousal she felt, and the child’s touch took Beth places no lover ever had.

How can she possibly know how to do this so well? Beth marveled. It’s as if she was born to love women. With a sigh of purest bliss, the young mother gave herself over to rapture.

Within moments an explosive orgasm seared its way through her. She had to support herself against the slippery tiled wall as her knees gave way, her whole body throbbing.

Through the haze, she heard Piper’s voice. “Mommy, are you okay?”

“I… I’m fine, sweetheart,” Beth murmured, giving her head a tiny shake to clear the mist away. Kneeling before the child, she gave Piper an adoring smile. “That was incredible, baby girl. You gave me all the nice feelings. Well done!”

“Awwww…” said Piper, then giggled

Mother and daughter paused for a loving kiss, then rinsed the soap from their bodies and stepped out of the shower. Exchanging shy smiles, they dried each other with soft towels. Beth was careful to be especially gentle when drying between Piper’s legs, in case the girl was tender down there after her climax.

Meanwhile, the ten-year-old was using her own towel to pat Mommy’s titties dry. “You’re really pretty with no clothes on,” she declared. “I hope I get to look like you when I’m all grown up.”

Beth hugged her daughter close, their bodies deliciously warm and soft together. “You’re the loveliest girl I know, sweetheart.”

Piper rested her head against her mother’s shoulder. “Mommy… I want to play like this some more. Can we please go back to bed?”

Beth’s heart sang. “Yes, my angel,” she cooed.

Hand in hand, they went back to the bedroom, where Piper stretched out on the bed, arms above her head, legs spread wide. “You can do anything you like to me, Mommy,” she purred. “I want you to!”

Beth knelt above her child. “Oh, sweetie… I could just gobble you up,” she breathed.

“But then there wouldn’t be anything left of me!” an amused Piper exclaimed.

“That’s right,” said Beth. “So instead, I’m going to cover you with kisses.”

She leaned down to nuzzle her daughter’s neck, dipped lower to place soft kisses on the girl’s supple shoulders, then allowed her lips to slowly travel down to Piper’s chest. Extending her tongue, Beth licked at a swollen nipple, then took it into her mouth. Piper moaned, cradling Mommy’s face to her as Beth pleasured one nipple, then the other.

Descending further, Beth trailed kisses over her daughter’s belly and navel, making the child squeal, “That tickles!” when she lovingly probed Piper’s navel with a flick of the tongue.

Before she knew it, Beth was positioned between Piper’s bare thighs, hungering to kiss that tender pink crease of her sex, but hesitant to take the final step; to cross that line between good sense and utter abandon. She breathed in its delicate scent, struggling with herself. Should I?

Then Piper spoke. “Mom… will you kiss me d-down there? I know you’re not s’posed to do stuff like that to little girls, but… but I really want to know what it f-feels like.”

Beth slowly lowered her face between Piper’s legs, touching her lips to the child’s slit, enchanted by its softness. Then she kissed the girl’s labia, catching a hint of citrus and musk. Her tongue emerged to probe inside, sampling her daughter’s essence, the sweet girlish tang of it. With an astonished gasp, Piper spread her thighs further, the labia parting to reveal the rosy hue of her vaginal interior.

The next few minutes were a taste of earthly paradise for mother and daughter alike.

Piper had never imagined such bliss. She’d watched lesbian clips on the family computer when Mommy was at work, and figured it had to feel awesome, a pretty girl putting her mouth on you like that, but the reality of it was something else altogether. Having Mommy’s tongue explore her trickle was the nicest, best feeling she’d ever had.

Then Mommy was licking her bottom hole, and that was amazing, too. Piper caressed her nipples, then tugged at them, humming in perfect contentment. We’re making love, she told herself. My mother is making love to me!

As for Beth, she tingled from head to toe, her very soul caught up in the excitement of teaching her daughter the delights of lesbian love with a woman. It was such a marvelous experience that she was almost sorry when Piper began to writhe and mewl and cry out loud; hips jerking, hands tangling in her mommy’s hair, thighs squeezing Beth’s head as she came.

For a while afterwards Piper was too overwhelmed to speak. She just rested in her mother’s arms, an occasional quiver racing through her boyish frame.

“Oh, Mommy,” she finally whispered, “that was so good. Thank you, thank you!”

“I enjoyed it too, dearest,” Beth said, kissing the tip of her child’s nose.

Piper propped herself up on an elbow, her eyes dancing with renewed excitement. “I want to do it to you now. Will you teach me?”

By then, Beth was desperate for her own release, but still felt a little uneasy about what she’d just done. Having Piper return the favor seemed like too much, too soon. She ought to think things through. Then again, if she really, really wants to…  “Oh, you don’t have to do that, dear,” she murmured.

Sitting up, Piper folded her arms, wearing a stubborn look her mother knew all too well. “But it’s my turn, Mommy! You gave me good feelings, so I get to give ‘em back to you! It’s only fair.”

Beth could feel her resistance ebbing away in the face of her daughter’s determination. “You’re sure you want this?”

“Sure I’m sure. Now lie down!” Nudging Beth onto her back, Piper crawled between her mother’s legs until her lips were inches from the woman’s juicy cunt.

Feeling the caress of the little girl’s breath, Beth spread her thighs wide, unwilling to dampen her child’s enthusiasm.

Piper lovingly kissed her vagina, pausing to sample the flavor, then broke into a huge smile. “Wow, you smell really nice, Mom. And you taste even better!” Without another word, she burrowed her face between her mother’s thighs, licking and sucking at Beth’s wet pussy.

Suddenly she raised her face. “Am I doing it right, Mom?”

“Oh, yes, my love! Your mouth f-feels so wonderful… don’t stop, please!”

Beth felt the girl’s small fingers touch her labia, opening her, gaining access to the full depths of her vagina, and spread her legs again, far as they could go. She wanted the girl to have all of her, everything she had to give.

Piper turned her attention to her mother’s clitoris, swollen and throbbing with need. She licked it first, then sucked it between her lips, flicking the tip with her tongue. Hot waves of pleasure surged through Beth’s trembling body. She loved it, truly loved it.

But at the same time, she felt an intense, irresistible yearning to be penetrated. She touched her daughter’s shoulder. “Baby girl… put your fingers in me, will you?”

The girl raised her head. “Like this?” she said, slipping a couple of fingers into her mother’s sodden vagina with a squishing sound.

“Oh, yes! Put in more, honey… as many fingers as you can g-get into me…”

Piper didn’t hesitate. She pushed all four fingers into her mother, then captured Beth’s clitoris between her lips.

Beside herself with a mounting ecstasy, Beth cried, “Oh, yes, that’s it! YES! Now go deeper…”

For a sexual novice, Piper was quick to get the hang of fucking her mother. She pumped her fingers in and out of Beth’s cunt, all the time licking and sucking her clit, increasing the tempo and the vigor of her strokes, hastening Mommy’s growing rapture.

When her orgasm hit, Beth filled the room with a scream of purest pleasure, her body thrashing so helplessly that she nearly threw her and Piper both from the bed. Her daughter kept going, though, guiding Beth through several continuous minutes of orgasmic bliss.

Carefully extracting her fingers from Mommy’s cunt, Beth relaxed, sinking into the damp sheets with a contented sigh.

Piper crawled into Beth’s arms, where she gave her mother a passion-filled kiss, her lips and tongue tasting of cunt. Beth returned that kiss measure for measure, eagerly licking around the child’s sticky mouth.

Finally, mother and daughter nestled into each other’s arms, at peace with the world.

A moment later. Piper raised her head. “Your pussy was so wet, Mommy!” she exclaimed. “I thought for sure my whole hand was gonna go inside you!”

The thought sent a delicious shiver through Beth. Maybe next time, she thought.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she sighed, hugging her daughter close. “I adore you. Do you… are you happy that we made love?”

“Yeah. It was awesome. I want us to do it all the time.” She gazed shyly at her mother. “So, um… can we be girlfriends, Mommy?”

Beth’s heart seemed to swell in her chest. “Yes,” she whispered, her eyes growing moist. “Yes, you can. Better — we’ll be lovers.”

Piper lay back, a dreamy look on her face. “Lovers…” She laughed joyously, clapping her hands. “I like that!” She turned slowly to Beth. “Kiss me again, Mommy — kiss your lover…”

“Baby girl,” Beth breathed. Their mouths met in an angel-soft kiss that quickly became hot and eager. She rolled onto her back, pulling Piper’s naked body on top of hers, already hungry for more.

***

That was six years ago, and Beth and Piper have never looked back since that wonderful morning. They make love nearly every night, and sometimes in the daytime. On weekends, they often stay naked for the whole day.

When Piper turned twelve, Beth bought herself a strap-on cock to take her daughter’s virginity, after the girl made it clear that she had no intention of letting anyone else be her first fuck. And it was only a week after mother and daughter became lovers that Beth took Piper’s whole hand inside her vagina.

Piper is now sixteen and more beautiful than ever. She has yet to even go on a date, not that she even wants to. Her mother gives her all the loving she needs. Beth and Piper are utterly devoted to one another, and hope to secretly marry one day.

The End

Note from JetBoy: Here’s another previously unseen Moldy Oldie from my files that I have next to no memory of writing. I’d intended to post the next chapter of Suzy’s “Interviews,” which promises to be a real sizzler… but I didn’t finish with the editing in time, so you good people will have to settle for this instead. Have fun with it.

By JetBoy

My name is Melinda, and I am a thirty-eight-year-old divorcee from Kentucky. This is a story of how my life changed completely about a year ago.

About six months after my husband and I divorced, my twenty-one-year-old daughter Nora insisted that I move to Atlanta and live with her. She was working on a visual arts degree at Emory College, and had managed to scare up enough freelance work on the side to pay for a nice apartment.

“I’ve got plenty of space, Mom… and I’d love to have you for a roomie!” she told me.

Nora and I had always had a great parent-child relationship — in fact, that’s one of the wedges that drove me and her father Ernest apart. He wanted to have it both ways: dedicate everything he had to his business career while having an adoring family at his beck and call. Instead, the bond between my daughter and me made him feel like an outsider in our marriage, and I suppose there was something to that. I loved them both, but I cared a hell of a lot more for Nora than my perpetually distracted husband. Eventually, he got involved with his secretary, and we made a reasonably amicable split of it.

Now I was single again, feeling my oats and ready for some big, exciting changes — and here was my Nora, offering me exactly that. Must say, I loved the idea.

Still, I was hesitant at first. “Honey, are you sure you want this? I mean.. I’d hate to, you know, cramp your style…”

“You won’t, Mom. That’s what I adore about you — among other things,” she added with a chuckle. “You’ve always treated me like a grownup, ever since I became one, anyhow… and that won’t change because we’re sharing an apartment. Hell, now that you’re playing the field again, we can hit the bars together!”

I gave a shaky laugh. “Oh, I… I don’t think I’m ready for that just yet.”

“If you say so, mother dearest… but I think you need to get out there and strut your stuff. Believe me, it would be a shame to let that sexy ass go to waste.”

I’m not easily shocked, but that little comment threw me for a loop. “Nora!” I gasped.

“Joking, Mom, joking — but honestly, you still look great for a woman with a college-age daughter. Don’t worry, though — I won’t be trying to fix you up with a hot freshman. However, I will be taking you shopping at a few of Atlanta’s snazziest boutiques, so don’t pack too many clothes. Now… how soon can I expect you?”

By that point in the conversation, I was already imagining the good times that Nora and I could share as roommates. It seemed a lot better than rattling around my overstuffed suburban house, still filled with the detritus of my old life.

I drew in a deep breath, then took the plunge. “Know what, hon? It’s a deal. Give me a week to get my loose ends tied up, and I’ll be tap-tapping on your door, suitcase in hand.”

She squealed with delight. “Cool! Oh, wow — we are gonna have so much fun! I can’t wait.”

Her excitement was positively contagious. We chatted for a bit longer, then Nora had to dash off to her next class.

I had a silly grin plastered on my face for the rest of the day, already making plans for the week to come. It was as if my daughter had known exactly what I needed to get myself thinking in future tenses again. I’d missed Nora terribly while she was at school, and the idea of sharing a living space with her had me feeling warm all over.

Warm all over? Believe you me, I didn’t know the half of it.

***

The next few days were a whirlwind of activity. I got my financial affairs in order and had the house cleaned from top to bottom. I found a Japanese banker who was eager to rent it — providing me with a useful source of extra income for a year, after which I’d sell the place off. That accomplished, I took my Lexus in for a tune-up, then packed a couple of suitcases and hit the road.

My plan was to make the drive to Atlanta a leisurely one, so I wouldn’t be an exhausted wreck by the time I got there. I spent three days on the road, with two nights spent at really nice hotels.

Finally on Friday, I stood before Nora’s apartment door, a bit stiff from four hours behind the wheel, overnight case in hand. I knocked twice, and the door flew open before my knuckles could land a third. There was my daughter, a huge smile on her face and arms open wide.

“Mom!” she cried, and we came together in a fierce hug. I sighed, suddenly feeling more content than I’d been in months. The warmth and smell of her, my precious Nora — it nourished my soul. I knew at that moment that coming to stay with her was the best decision I could have made.

I hadn’t given much thought to sleeping arrangements, assuming that I’d be sleeping on Nora’s fold-out sofa until she suggested another possibility.

“How about bunking down with me?” Nora asked.

I gave her a puzzled glance. “With you?”

“Well, sure,” she said, a mysterious smile on her lips. “Why not? My bed is big, Mom. We’ll be very cozy. I can’t ask you to stay on that crappy sleeper sofa.”

My daughter’s seemed so enthused about the idea that I couldn’t bring myself to refuse. Anyhow, it seemed like a great opportunity for some quality bonding time. “Okay,” I replied with a grin.

That night, Nora allowed me to use the bathroom first, so after I finished I sat on the bed in my nightgown, idly thumbing through a paperback I’d brought along.

I was totally flabbergasted when my daughter came back drying her hair with a towel, wearing not a single stitch of clothing. She smiled and spoke to me as if nothing was different. Clearly, Nora was comfortable with her body.

I had to admit that she looked truly lovely in the nude. Nora had been thin as a teenager, but she’d ripened beautifully over the last year, with womanly curves in all the right places. Her breasts looked even nicer than I remembered them. Her auburn bush was neatly trimmed, the lips of her slit barely visible.

I decided not to say anything about her nakedness because, after all, this was her apartment, and she was probably accustomed to sleeping that way.

I tried not to stare at her bare body while she dried her hair with a plush towel. Once her hair was dry she sat at the dressing table to brush it.

When she kissed me goodnight before turning off the lamp, her hug lingered longer than usual, making me aware of her full breasts pressing against my own. I was a bit surprised to feel my nipples hardening from our body contact. Her mouth was warm and soft when she kissed me.

“Goodnight, Mom,” whispered Nora, with her cheek against mine.

“Sweet dreams, dear,” I replied.

She turned over, switched off the lamp and lay down on her side of the bed. It wasn’t long before her steady breathing indicated that she was sleeping soundly.

It took a lot longer for sleep to claim me. The sight of my daughter’s beautiful body and the way my lips tingled from her kiss swirled around in my mind, making me feel strangely light-headed.

When I did sleep, my dream was quite a shocker, to say the least.

My daughter and I were on a huge four-poster bed in a completely white space, both of us nude. We held each other in a lover’s embrace, kissing passionately. Somehow, I had no reservations about what was happening. It seemed utterly right for me to love Nora like this.

It was the most erotic fantasy I’d experienced in years.

I woke with a start some time before the alarm went off. I was not sure where I was when I opened my eyes. For a dazed moment, I thought my husband was holding me from behind, cupping my breasts like he sometimes did in the morning, his body pressed tightly to mine.

As I grew more aware of my surroundings, I realized that a woman’s body was pressed against my back… then I remembered that the person behind me was my daughter Nora, and that I was in her bed.

I was feeling a bit embarrassed about snuggling this way with my naked daughter, especially after having such an erotic dream about her… but, at the same time, I couldn’t deny that her touch and closeness felt wonderful.

Clearly, Nora was still asleep, and had simply cuddled up to me as we both dozed. It was a bit unsettling to have her hands on my breasts, though. I didn’t move; just lay there, hoping she would change position before she woke up to find herself cuddling me as if I were her boyfriend. The last thing I wanted was for things to be awkward between us.

As I lay there, the dream of Nora kissing me vividly returned in vivid color, making me blush in shame at how wanton my imagination could be. God, what had been going through my mind? I’d never slept with a woman before, never even kissed a girl when I was in school. So why was I having a sexual dream about my daughter… and why did the memory of it leave me feeling tingly and warm?

Suddenly I felt Nora stir and awaken. I nearly gasped out loud when she pressed her warm, naked body into mine from behind… then felt her hands fondle my breasts. She brushed my nipples with her fingers, and the feeling was exquisite. A tiny whimper escaped my lips

She responded by nuzzling my face, leaving gentle kisses on my cheek, my neck, my ear. Instead of letting go of my breasts, her hands were boldly fondling me to my further dismay… and delight.

“Morning, Mom,” she greeted me.

“G-good morning, darling,” I said shakily.

“How long have you been awake?” Nora asked.

“Oh…” I said, “I’d guess about half an hour or so.”

“Gotta say, it feels really nice to lie in bed with another person. I’ve missed the warmth of another body next to mine.”

“Me, too,” I agreed.

What else could I say? I couldn’t ask her what on earth she was doing, touching me like that… but, God help me, I couldn’t tell her to stop. It seemed impossible that I could be allowing my own daughter to fondle me… but it had been much too long since I’d been held and touched like this, and Nora’s hands were gentle and loving.

We remained locked together as she lazily stroked my breasts through my nightgown, then I trembled as one of her hands trailed its way down to my belly, then further… until her hand rested between my thighs, lightly brushing my pubes.

It felt shocking and confusing to be touched this way, especially by my Nora… yet it was so deliciously sensuous, unlike anything I’d ever experienced with a man.

We both started when her alarm clock went off.

Quickly reaching for the clock and turning it off, Nora then sat up and gently rolled me onto my back, leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I didn’t resist her… I couldn’t!

Before she pulled away, her tongue flicked against my lower lip.

“I love you, Mom,” she said, her face glowing with happiness.

“I love you too, honey,” I whispered, gazing deep into my daughter’s eyes…

I was ready for nearly anything from her, but she surprised me by getting out of bed and pulling a robe over her bare body.

“You don’t need to get out of bed, Mom. I’ll make breakfast, and bring it up to you after I shower.” She went into the bathroom and quietly closed the door.

I lay there for a long moment, trying to sort out Nora’s strange behavior and my own confused emotions. I was shocked, but somehow not surprised, to realize that my pussy was wet.

Could this be why Nora invited me to live in her house? To become her lover? Surely that couldn’t be what she had in mind.

And then there was the way I’d responded. Why did I just lie there, letting her touch me intimately?

Is Nora a lesbian? And… could I be one?

This thought made my lips tremble. Was I…? There was that strange erotic dream. And when she fondled me, I did nothing to stop her. My nipples were still tingling from her touch. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been made to feel like that.

These questions whirled around in my head, with one above them all: what was I to do?

For a long while I was oblivious to the world, because I didn’t hear or see Nora leave the bathroom. I wasn’t aware of anything except my puzzlement until a few minutes later, when my daughter returned with a large breakfast for both of us, arranged on a large teak tray. She was still wearing the white long bathrobe that she had put on before her shower. I couldn’t tell if she was naked underneath, but something told me she was. I tried not to let myself dwell on that.

I sat up in the bed, half-hoping she’d just set the tray down, go about her business and give me space to think… the other part of me wanting her to shuck that robe, climb back into bed and take me in her arms like before. No, don’t go there, I told myself.

She spread butter on my toast before she set the tray on my lap. I’ve never had anyone bring me breakfast in the morning, nor waited on me in such a sweet way.

I had a problem looking Nora in the eye at first, yet I couldn’t stop my gaze from drifting back to her beautiful face again and again, feeling as nervous as I did on my first date, back when I was in junior high school.

We talked about everything except how she touched me earlier, and I was beginning to relax a bit, almost wondering if it had been part of my dream.

After we finished, Nora took the tray and placed it on the floor beside her. She then stood, undid her belt, parted her robe and shrugged it off her shoulders. In spite of myself, I was enthralled all over again by the sight of her nude body. Her beautiful breasts and her auburn pubes were utterly enticing.

She reached for the blanket that still covered my lower half and pulled it off the bed, casting it onto the floor. Her gaze never leaving mine, Nora climbed onto the bed and straddled my legs, leaning forward slightly, lips parting.

I didn’t resist when she pulled me to her for a kiss. I didn’t turn my head away as her hungry mouth claimed mine. The only thing I could do was moan from the sudden rush of pleasure that roared through my entire body… and by moaning, I gave her tongue access to my mouth. I could taste orange juice on her lips.

It was the most incredibly erotic kiss I had known in my life. Nora wrapped her arms around me and mashed her mouth to mine.

I was trembling like a leaf, my pussy quickly moistening again, nipples hard and erect. I moaned again when I felt her hand mold itself to my left breast… and then her other hand cupped the right.

She obviously wasn’t satisfied with touching my body through a cotton gown, though. Her hands left my breasts for a moment, just long enough for her to reach down for the bottom of my nightgown and tug it over my head and off. I actually raised my hips to assist… and then I was naked too.

She finally pulled back from our long kiss to gaze adoringly at my breasts, then back up at me. I looked dazedly into her eyes to read the lust she felt, so powerful it made my head swim.

Nora stroked and caressed my breasts with both hands. Finally cupping the bottom of one, as if she was weighing it, she brought her mouth to my throbbing nipple. She kissed it, then took it between her lips and gently sucked. I inhaled sharply as she nibbled at the tip.

I groaned, my eyes fluttering shut as I enjoyed the sensation of her hungry mouth.

All my doubts and fears melted away as pleasure washed over my mind and body. All thoughts of going to the shopping center, having lunch together, or any of the usual things Nora and I did together as mother and daughter were gone. There was only this moment… only the now of making love.

It was a while, I don’t know how long, before Nora turned her attention to my other breast. Her sweet, hot mouth had me dizzy with delight, my cunt oozing sticky juices down the crack of my ass.

Finally, her kisses began to travel down my body. She nuzzled my tummy, her lips and tongue like points of flame against my tingling skin… then she moved even lower. When she spread my legs and dipped her head between them, I was trembling from head to toe, as taut as piano wire.

With her fingers she opened my cunt, and her mouth enveloped the pink flower… licking and sucking at every inch of my sex. When her tongue brushed the throbbing clitoris, my mounting pleasure suddenly reached a peak, and I exploded. It was the hottest, most intense orgasm I had ever known. My body and neck seized up, while my legs thrashed about uncontrollably. It seemed as if I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs, but I certainly tried.

My climax lasted such a long time that I briefly fainted from its intensity. Coming to my senses, I found my daughter lying on top of me, decorating my face with gentle kisses.

“Nora, darling,” I murmured. “Why?”

“Do you remember when we all used to go to the beach together?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Well, I always thought you were the most beautiful woman there. You were so sexy in your bikini… and I think you’re even sexier now.” She brushed my cheek with her fingertips. “I realized a little later that I was much more into girls than boys.”

“Have you done this…. you know, with another woman before?”

“Only with my roommate,” she said softly. “Do you remember Rebecca Fisher?”

I shook my head. Though I remembered us going to the beach many times when she was a teenager, I couldn’t picture the girl she shared a room with in college.

“That was the first time I’d ever been with a woman, but it felt so good and so right that I knew that was the way I… wanted to be.” She laid her head on my shoulder, pausing to place a soft kiss on my neck. “Not long after that I realized something that shocked me, Mom. See, I’d already figured out that I was gay… but one night I had a sexy dream about being in bed naked, with you. Making love, the way you and I did just now.”

“Oh, my,” I whispered, recalling my own dream from the night before.

“When I woke up, Mom,” Nora continued, “I felt all weird… and guilty, for having lesbian fantasies about my own mother. But you know what?” I slowly shook my head. “Within five minutes, I was fingering my pussy, thinking about you.” She placed her hand upon my breast, teasing my nipple to tautness in her palm. “Ever since that night, I’ve wanted this to happen. It’s my ultimate fantasy.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I’d always thought she was simply a very affectionate daughter, not a girl with a crush for her own mother. It didn’t matter. I adored her. I wanted this.

“I love you, Mom,” Nora said, almost fiercely. “I’m in love with you. I always will be.”

Gazing into her eyes, I could clearly see the adoration she felt for me. All I knew was that I cared more for Nora than anyone else in the world, so I couldn’t — I wouldn’t push her away.

There was something stirring deep inside me, something wonderful… and suddenly it struck me that I felt exactly the same. I’d fallen in love with my own daughter.

“And I love you,” I murmured.

My meaning wasn’t lost on her. Nora’s smile shone like the sun. Her head dipped down and she kissed me long and hard.

We didn’t leave her bed that morning, or for most of the afternoon. I went down on Nora for the first time, and quickly found myself intoxicated by her beautiful pussy. I ate her like a woman possessed until she came for me.

Then I made love to her again — but this time my approach was slow and tender, taking the time to explore, to savor every inch of my sweetheart’s body. I must have spent at least half an hour on her breasts alone, fondling and kissing them. Eventually I had Nora begging me to make her come — and when she did, her body shook so hard I was nearly thrown off the bed.

My daughter and I pleasured one another again and again that day. We tried to get up and dressed, making it as far as the shower… but our decision to wash each other just sent us scurrying back to bed for another round of sex.

For the grand finale, Nora took out this large sex toy, a nine-inch latex cock she fastened around her waist. I’d never been with a man that well endowed, but she assured me that I’d love it. Sure enough, she fucked me slow and easy at first, gradually taking me higher and higher until I was straddling that rubbery monster, riding it like a bitch in heat. I’d never known I was capable of such wildness with a lover… and Nora, bless her, was thrilled to bits.

In the end, our strength simply gave out after hours of lovemaking… and we dozed peacefully in each other’s arms.

Two years later, I still live with Nora. We share a bed, and make love often. It’s unorthodox, to say the least, but my daughter and I are blissfully happy together.

The End

Note from JetBoy: I’ve had this one sitting around in my Post It Some Day file for a long while, saving it for when I really needed something to put up at the site. This week, the installment I’d hoped to post can’t be made public just yet. Hence this stopgap story. Nothing world-shaking, just a little something for you to nibble on until we have a proper entree prepared.  Hope you like.

 

By JetBoy

This is a true story about me, my twin sister, and our cousin Kelly. It happened one night about ten years ago, when my parents were away on vacation.

My name is Sherry. At the time this took place, I was thirteen years old. I have strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, and a slim figure. I have an identical twin sister named Brandy. Our parents own a chain of liquor stores, so they named their daughters after alcoholic beverages. Pretty dumb, I know, but whenever my sister or I complain about it, Dad says they were thinking of calling us Whiskey and Bourbon, so we should consider ourselves lucky.

Our cousin’s name is Kelly. She’s seventeen with long golden hair and sapphire-blue eyes, a nice ass and good-sized tits.

My parents went on a trip to Yosemite Park, and before they left, asked Kelly to come keep an eye on us, just to ease their minds a little. Brandy and I knew we were gonna have fun with her watching us for a week. See, Kelly is really great at making adults think that she’s a totally good girl who never gets in trouble, so they trust her to always be responsible. But when the grownups are away, she’s a way cool person who loves to party and enjoy life.

After my parents left for the airport, Kelly said she had to take a shower and get ready for a date she had that evening. Me and Brandy sat down in front of the tube, kinda bummed that Kelly wouldn’t be hanging out with us, though she did promise to take us out and do something fun the next night.

Anyway, Kelly took so long in the bathroom that I was getting all curious what she was up to, so I peeked inside. There she was, completely naked, sitting on the edge of the tub and shaving her pussy!

I was really embarrassed. I’d never seen anything like it before. Mind you, I was still a virgin, just like Brandy — our parents wouldn’t let us go out with boys until we turned fourteen, and that was still six months away — so I didn’t even understand what she was shaving down there for. At our age, Brandy and I only had light sprinklings of down between our legs.

When Kelly glanced up to see me looking, I quickly said, “Oh! God, I’m sorry… Um, I didn’t know you were still in here,” acting startled so she wouldn’t know I was being nosy, checking her out.

She said, “Oh, that’s okay, kiddo — I’m just getting ready for my date.”

Kelly had shaving cream spread all over her privates, and was carefully scraping it away a bit at a time with a disposable razor. She seemed to be totally casual about what she was doing, so I figured it wasn’t that weird.

Finally I had to ask. “So, um, why are you doing that, anyway?”

Glancing up, Kelly arched an eyebrow. “Because it feels better when you have sex. Also, lots of folks get really turned on by shaved pussies.” She made a pass with the razor, paused to examine the result. “I think it’s ‘cos you end up looking more like a little girl. You’d be surprised how many partners get turned on by that.”

I was shocked, but also suddenly kind of intrigued. I kept watching, waiting for Kelly to wash off the rest of the shaving cream so I could get a good look at her pussy. Is it more pretty that way? I wondered.

Just then, Brandy peeked into the bathroom, wondering where I’d got to. Then she saw what Kelly was doing and, surprised like I’d been, asked, “How come you’re doing that?”

I said, “Because it feels better when you’re doing sex, and ‘cause it makes you look like a little girl.”

Scowling, Brandy poked me. “How come you know so much, smartypants? You’ve never even been kissed before!”

“Well, neither have you!” I fired back.

“Hey, hey, no squabbling!” Kelly said, “I told her that, Brandy.”

Brandy didn’t turn and leave, and neither did I; just stood there watching our cousin until she was done shaving. Setting her razor aside, she wiped the residue away with a wet washcloth. Now her pussy was all smooth and beautiful.

Feeling kinda shy, but eager to share my thoughts, I told her, “I like how it looks with no hair.”

Kelly smiled kinda sexy, then shocked us by asking, “Do you want to touch me there? Y’know, just to see what it feels like?”

Glancing at me, Brandy said, ” I will… if Sherry will.” You know, kinda like it was a dare or something.

So, I said, “Okay, but you first.”

So Brandy reached over and cupped Kelly’s pussy with her hand, then stroked it. Kelly gave a happy sigh. “Oooh, that’s nice.”

Then it was my turn. So I reached out and timidly touched her mound, feeling the heat between Kelly’s legs. Feeling bolder, I stroked her pussy lips. Wow, she was so warm and wet there. My heart was beating like crazy.

Kelly murmured, “Damn, that feels good. You better stop, though. I might end up staying here and playing with you guys instead of going out!”

I wasn’t quite sure just what she meant, but it sounded awfully interesting.

Brandy said, “I wouldn’t mind my pussy looking like that…”

“Me too!” I chimed in, loving my sister’s idea. “Could you maybe, um, help us shave ours, Kelly?”

“Hey, I’d be glad to, if you really want. Are you sure about it, though? You’ll have to keep shaving down there, if you want it to stay smooth.”

“I love how it looks,” Brandy said, “so yeah, count me in.”

“And I think it feels amazing!” I said. “Let’s do it now!”

Kelly rubbed her chin, like she was thinking about something. “Y’know… I think I’d rather be doing this for you guys than hanging out with Steve. He kinda bores me, actually – always talking about his stupid motorcycle. I’m gonna call him and cancel our date.”

She rang this Steve guy up and gave him some cock-and-bull story about feeling sick from something she ate. Finally, she turned her phone off and shoved it into her purse. “Okay, girls… get those clothes off, all of them — it’s pussy-shaving time!”

At this point I was really tingly and thrilled, and I knew Brandy was too. We quickly undressed, then stood there naked in front of Kelly. She looked us up and down, nodding. “Oh, yeah. You two are gonna be total hotties in a couple years. Actually, you’re hella sexy right now!”

We shyly thanked her, then she reached for the razor. “You first, Sherry,” Kelly said, patting the toilet seat. “Sit here, and spread your legs as far apart as you can.”

I sat down and waited, my heart racing. Kelly lathered up my pussy first, and the feel of her warm fingers rubbing the slippery foam between my legs was incredible! I had to pretend she wasn’t getting me excited, not wanting to make things awkward.

After she did me she shaved Brandy, and the sight of Kelly working on my sister’s pussy made me tingle all over. I wasn’t sure why it interested me so much. I’d seen Brandy without clothes tons of times — we shared a bathroom, after all — but for the first time, I noticed how pretty she was naked.

Once Kelly was done wiping the lather away, Brandy and I stood face to face, admiring each other’s freshly bared mounds.

Brandy looked up at me, suddenly gone all bashful, “Hey, sis. Wanna touch mine, and I’ll touch yours? Just to, y’know, see what it feels like,” she added, blushing a little, and I nodded.

My hand crept between her legs. I touched her pussy, and she rubbed mine, and I swear I almost exploded, it felt so good! I swear, the heat of her was almost burning my hand. I gazed into Brandy’s eyes and saw how turned on my sister was, and it made me feel all trembly inside.

Kelly laughed. “Wow… it looks like somebody here is hot for her sister!” And she and Brandy giggled. I felt embarrassed, but they didn’t seem to mind, so I kept quiet.

“Let’s relax,” Kelly said. She strolled out of the bathroom, still naked, and flopped down on the couch. Brandy and I shared a glance, then we both followed Kelly, leaving our clothes behind. At that point, the thought of getting dressed again seemed pointless.

We seated ourselves on either side of Kelly, who asked, “You girls ever fucked a guy before?”

My sister and I both shook our heads. I said, “It’s like Brandy said… we’ve never even been kissed.”

“Well, there was that spin-the-bottle game,” Brandy pointed out. “At Billy Fetterman’s birthday party, remember?”

“Oh, yuck,” I moaned. “Don’t even mention that! I had bad dreams about Stuart Hooper’s tongue for weeks.”

“Sounds awful,” Kelly said with a snicker. “Okay, then. Either of you ever try it with a girl?”

I shook my head, and Brandy made a face. “No! That’s lesbian stuff!” she said. I was thinking to myself that the idea sounded kinda interesting, though.

Kelly frowned. “Hey, now… just because you fool around with another girl doesn’t mean you’re a lesbian, y’know. I’ve fucked girls before, and it was incredible!”

Our mouths dropped simultaneously. “You have?” I gasped.

“Sure.” Kelly placed a warm hand on my thigh. “Haven’t you guys ever wondered what it would be like to kiss each other? Really kiss?”

I felt my face get hot. Brandy exclaimed, “Kelly! I can’t believe you even said that!”

“What’s the big deal?” said Kelly. “God, if I had a sister who looked just like me, I’d want to do it to her more than anything. Just thinking about it makes me hot.”

Oh, my God, our cousin was stroking her pussy! There she was, fingering herself like it was the most natural thing in the world. The smell of her tickled my nose, making me feel weird, but in a good way.

I stole a glance at Brandy, and caught her looking at me. I quivered inside, realizing she was giving serious thought to what Kelly just said. Then my heart started pounding even harder when I realized I wanted to kiss her. I did! It was way wrong, I knew — but Brandy looked so hot, and I already knew that I truly loved her as a sister. Now, I wanted more!

Kelly sure didn’t give us much of a chance to chicken out — she slid from the couch to kneel before us both, now openly fondling her pussy. With her free hand, she nudged me toward my nude sister, who sat frozen on the other side of the couch. “Go on, Sherry,” she purred, “kiss her… touch her. You know you want to. You’re both so alike, it’ll be like making love to yourself!”

I felt almost drunk with anticipation — and desire. Brandy was gazing at me questioningly, as if asking me what we should do without actually saying the words. She was unsure about what she felt, I could tell. She was interested, though… and I was horny enough for both of us.

Getting on my hands and knees, I crawled over to Brandy, smiling sweetly, never breaking eye contact. I leaned in close to brush my lips against hers. She was still at first, but slowly opened up to me.

My sister’s mouth was so soft and sweet! Our kisses were gentle at first, but suddenly her lips opened to mine and our tongues met. I felt her arms moving around me, pulling me close.

I surrendered to her embrace, my body pressing into hers as we kissed harder. My pussy was on fire!

After a moment, we broke the kiss, staring at one another in disbelief at how good, how right that felt. I had never felt such love for Brandy as I did at that moment. Any feelings of wrongness at what we were doing had vanished completely. My sister and I wanted each other, and we knew it.

I turned to Kelly. She was stretched out on the floor, fingering herself. She said, “C’mere, you two… I’ll show you how to really make love to a girl.”

We moved down to the thick shag carpet to join her. She said, “I’ll do you both one at a time so you can learn how it’s done. Who wants to go first?”

Brandy was really nervous. She said, “Go ahead, Sherry. Um, I’ll just watch.”

Kelly took me in her arms and we kissed passionately. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do. I could feel her hands on my body, touching me all over. She lightly bit my neck and I groaned with pleasure. Then she said, “Sherry, get on top of me with your cunt over my face. Brandy, pay attention. Do what I do, and you’ll know how to eat pussy like a pro.”

So I climbed over Kelly’s body and knelt right over her mouth, facing her feet. I was trembling all over at the thought of what my cousin was about to do.

Then I felt her tongue licking up my pussy from my opening up to my clit. God, it was so amazingly good! She licked up and down a few times, then stuck her tongue into my hole, and I immediately felt myself getting wet.

I started moaning and swaying, overwhelmed by the sensations pounding through my body. Then I glanced down and my heart skipped a beat when I saw Kelly’s pussy, juicy as a ripe melon.

The sight and smell of her had me utterly bewitched… and right then, I knew I wanted to please her, too.

I bent down, put my head between my cousin’s legs and started doing the same thing she was doing to me. I licked up and down her slit, quickly realizing that I loved the taste.

Kelly started pumping her hips into my face and cried, “That’s it! Oh GOD, eat my pussy!”

That just egged me on, so I started to really get wild, tongue-fucking her hole and nibbling on her clit, sometimes just grinding my mouth into her. It felt so wild and nasty, and I loved it! Kelly almost went through the roof, too. Meanwhile, she was still feasting on me, and I was on the verge of exploding in her face.

When she took her mouth away, I moaned in wordless protest, but all of a sudden, she was slipping her tongue into my butt crack! She started licking up and down between my cheeks, sliding her hand between my legs to rub my clit at the same time… and that was it. I came so hard I almost fainted!

She kept fingering my pussy while I sucked on hers, and I swear I came again! But I wasn’t going to stop licking, not until she came herself.

Then, as if she was reading my mind, Kelly gasped, “Oooohhhh… are you ready for it, lover? I’m g-gonna come for you!”

Then she did, and it was incredible! Her whole body jerked like a fish on a line, and she pressed her cunt into my face — almost bucking me right off, she was thrashing around so much. I kept on eating her, though, until she collapsed, exhausted.

Once I caught my breath, looked up and saw Brandy sprawled back on the couch, watching us while rubbing her pussy.

Kelly crawled up to Brandy, embraced her and said, “Let me do that for you, babe. I’ll make it feel even better.” She kissed my sister hungrily, her tongue darting into Brandy’s mouth. My sister moaned in delight, and I could tell she was really turned on by the taste of my pussy on Kelly’s lips and chin. Her hands slipped down to grope our cousin’s ass while they kissed and made out. I could feel myself getting hot all over again.

Breaking their kiss, Kelly patted the floor. “Lie down here, babe.” Brandy lay down on her back and Kelly crawled between her legs. She told Brandy, “Pull your legs up so your heels are touching your ass… then spread your knees.”

Brandy did as she was told, and I swear, I’d never seen anything so sexy in all my life! Her cunt was pink and wet and looked absolutely luscious.

Kelly moved in and ran her tongue along the length of my sister’s pussy, right up to her clit. Brandy cried out loud, shivering helplessly as our cousin licked her cunt all over, then probed her way inside, tongue-fucking my twin’s hole like she did mine.

Brandy was holding Kelly’s face between her legs, gasping “Oh, God! Oh! OH! This feels s-so good! OHHHHHH!!”

Sliding both hands under Brandy’s ass, Kelly kinda lifted her up a little, so she could get her tongue deeper into my sister’s cunt. Then she did the same thing she tried on me, licking her way down to Brandy’s butt crack, kissing her butthole like it was a sexy mouth.

My sister was going wild, thrashing all over the place, panting like she was running a marathon. Kelly slid her fingers into Brandy’s pussy while she ate her ass.

I decided to get into the act. Kneeling behind Kelly, I put my face right into her butt crack and started licking her that way.

Kelly gasped, “Oh, yeah! Eat my ass! Ooooohhhh!” She didn’t have to tell me twice.

She tasted sweaty and hot. I fondled that incredible behind all over while licking out her crack, then wriggled two fingers into her oozing pussy, finger-fucking my cousin. I couldn’t see her mouth on Brandy, but from the sounds my sister was making, I knew Kelly had to be doing an amazing job.

Suddenly Brandy was coming like a wildcat! I raised my face from Kelly’s ass to watch, still working my fingers in and out of her cunt. Kelly was sucking at Brandy’s clit now, and my sister was bucking and rocking so hard that Kelly had to hang on for dear life. She somehow managed to keep her mouth where it needed to be, and soon my sister was begging her to stop.

Brandy was trembling and gasping for air as Kelly raised her face from her crotch — and I immediately flipped my cousin over on her back, going down on her until she exploded in an orgasm that had her practically bouncing on the carpet.

By that time I was all hot and bothered again. I looked over at my beautiful sister. She was playing with her pussy, getting off on watching me eat out Kelly. I gazed deep into her eyes and crawled over to her, taking my sister in both arms. Her eyes were glazed with lust. Lust for me.

We kissed hungrily, sharing the taste of Kelly’s cunt and ass on my wet mouth. Then Brandy moved down my body, kissing and licking at my nipples. Oh, God — I wanted her more than anything right then!

She obviously felt the same way, because then she raised her face from my breasts, smiled sweetly at me and sighed, “I love you, Sherry… I want to taste you now. I want the first pussy I kiss to be yours.” We kissed again, our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. I wrapped my legs around her ass, pushing her slit against mine while we kissed. Then I released her from this passionate embrace and brought my knees up, spreading my legs as wide as they could go, opening myself for her.

She dropped down between my legs, her face moving to my dripping pussy. I could see her nostrils flaring as she savored the smell of my cunt.

“Mmmm…” she said as her tongue snaked out to slide between my pussy lips, then flicked away. I gasped at how intense this was — my sister’s tongue, grazing me, tormenting me, making me want her even more. Her tongue flicked again, this time brushing my clit. I whimpered, going crazy with the need for release.

From the corner of my eye I saw Kelly on the couch, fingering her pussy as she watched my sister make love to me. She wore a look of utter satisfaction. I wondered; could this have been her plan all along – to persuade me and my sister to fuck?

Brandy was taking her time with it, driving me wild with her teasing. I was just about to scream with knotted-up tension when she suddenly plunged her face between my legs and started devouring my pussy. Within seconds I was coming harder than I ever had in my life, my heels drumming against the floor in an orgasmic frenzy. She slurped and sucked at my cunt, rubbing her face in my crotch, clumsily tweaking my swollen clit with two fingers. Climax after climax crashed down upon me until I simply blacked out.

When I came to, a few seconds later, Brandy was holding me close. Her eyes sparkled with affection as they looked deep into mine. I nearly cried with happiness when I realized how much I loved her then.

My sister and I have been intimate ever since, and still share the same bed. We sometimes date other women, and Kelly joins us for the occasional threesome, but our main interest is in each other. We will always be lovers.

The End