Love is a Circle, Part Two

  • Posted on July 11, 2015 at 10:24 am

By JetBoy

I lay with my baby for awhile, letting her doze in my arms, feeling absolutely radiant. I’d done it, actually done it — introduced my precious child to the delights of lesbian love. Had my mother known happiness as all-encompassing as this after she pleasured me for the first time? I would have to ask her. For now, though, I simply held Leslie close, savoring the warmth of her bare body against mine.

But soon I had to start dinner, so with a wistful sigh I carefully extricated myself from Leslie’s embrace, threw on a nightgown and tiptoed down to the kitchen.

I was chopping vegetables about an hour later when Leslie padded into the room… hair tousled, sleepy-eyed and still gloriously naked. The very sight of her had a renewed lust surging hot and wild in the very core of me. Somehow I managed to keep a grip on myself while Leslie and I chatted about school, cartoons, clothes — anything but what she and I had just done together.

Finally, I had all the ingredients in the soup pot and the pot on the stove. Drying my hands, I sat down at the kitchen table, and a smiling Leslie climbed into my lap. Her little mouth found mine, and I nearly swooned as my eight-year-old threw both arms around my neck and kissed me, her tongue darting between my parted lips.

Then she broke away, and all I could see were her eyes, so big and blue. “Mommy,” she whispered, as if we were sharing a secret, “can we play making love some more?”

How could I refuse? Instead, I placed a gentle peck on her smiling mouth and replied, “Yes, honey.” We rose together, Leslie taking my hand to lead me back upstairs.

When we entered the bedroom, I reached for the silken tie to my nightgown, then paused, turning to Leslie instead. “Want to undress me?” I asked her. She nodded, blushing a little bit.

I stood motionless before her, a tempest of desire raging inside me as my daughter slowly opened the gown in front, baring my body. She stood back, studying my nudity as if she’d never seen it before. “You’re so pretty, Mommy,” was all she said before reaching up to push the gauzy material over and off my shoulders, sending my nightie spilling to the floor. She reached to take my hand once more, and we climbed onto the bed together.

And I made love to my darling child again, using mouth, fingers and tongue to coax forth every ounce of pleasure there was to be had from Leslie’s sylph-like body. I touched and tasted her all over, even licked her tiny anus. Soon my baby was coming again, gurgling in ecstasy while I nursed at her clit.

This time, Leslie had no intention of resting afterward. Soon as she’d caught her breath, my adopted daughter sat up, a determined gleam in her big blue eyes that I knew all too well. “Now me, it’s my turn — I get to make love to you!”

Within seconds I was lying flat on my back, a naked and very excited eight-year-old straddling me, the wet warmth of her bare sex grazing my belly. “Love you, Mommy,” Leslie cooed, bending down to kiss me.

I moaned into my baby’s mouth as her tongue flickered like a soft flame over my lips, still moist with her nectar. She drew back, her eyes burning into mine as she tasted, pondered. “Mmmm… is that my pussy?” she murmured.

“It is, sweetheart,” I smiled. “Do you like how it tastes?”

She slowly nodded, breaking into a grin. “Yeah. It’s like — I don’t know, ‘zactly. It’s yummy, though!” And her mouth was on mine again, that marvelous little tongue penetrating my lips. I sucked at it, teasing her.

As abruptly as she had kissed me, Leslie broke away, sliding down to bury her face in my breasts. “I like your titties, Mommy. Will mine be as big an’ nice as yours?”

I chuckled as she licked at my left nipple. “Probably even nicer, honey. We’ll find out in a few years, won’t we?”

But she wasn’t really listening now, lost as she was in showering affection on my tits, exploring them with her hands and mouth. So I simply lay back into the welcoming softness of my pillow and let my daughter love me.

She played with my breasts for a long, lovely while, then descended further, down to my pale tummy. Plastering her mouth just above my navel, she blew hard, making a long, low farting sound, then gave me a mischievous glance.

“Imp,” I murmured affectionately, tousling her hair.

She giggled, then began trailing tiny kisses down my belly — and further. Through the trimmed patch of my pubes and beyond, until she was on her belly between my spread thighs, staring enthralled at my cunt. “I like your pussy, Mommy,” she whispered, tracing the labia with a fingertip.

The lust that hissed and snarled inside me was now at fever pitch — oh God, if Leslie didn’t do something to me soon, I was going to fucking scream!

And just like that, my little girl thrust her face into my sex, eagerly kissing and licking at the wet flesh as if it was a long-promised treat.

Leslie was clumsy, of course, but I showed her how; letting her know what I liked best, encouraging her to explore. Once I directed her to my clitoris, she sucked at it lustily. I had to beg my enthusiastic child to be gentle, then she got the hang of it and nursed at the pink pearl until I was screaming in orgasmic abandon, my frame wracked by relentless jolts of pleasure.

We lay together quietly, our bare bodies entwined in the rosy afterglow. We drifted together now and again to share lazy kisses, our tongues dancing a slow tango of spent passion.

Finally we roused ourselves with a sigh. We took turns brushing our teeth, then I put on fresh clothing, Leslie climbed into the knee-length t-shirt she wore around the house at night, and we traipsed downstairs — me back to the kitchen and soup pot; Leslie to the living room, Bugs Bunny cartoons and her coloring book.

A few minutes later Anna arrived home, greeting me with a kiss. Minutes later, we joined around the table, I dished up bowls of soup and we ate together. Just a normal two-mom family. Only now, we were anything but. I’d stepped over the line that separates mother from child and taken my little girl as a lover. And I intended to have Leslie again, the very next day.

The weeks that followed were a wild whirl of sapphic indulgence in which I seemed to eat, drink and breath sex. I was given to utter abandon during the day while Anna worked, teaching my daughter all there was to know about lesbian love. Then later, after Leslie was tucked in bed, I’d usually give myself to Anna, whose sexual appetite was still quite voracious.

And after rekindling my love affair with Mom on a night of unimaginable passion, we decided to make it a once-a-week thing… with Anna’s blessing. She knew how much it meant to me.

God, it had been incredible to get naked and sweaty with my mother. To me, she was sexy as ever, and still amazing in bed. Only now that I was a grown woman, there was a raw, animal heat to our lovemaking that we’d not experienced before. When I tasted her cunt for the first time in eight years, it felt like coming home. The best part was when Mom got out a strap-on cock and we took turns fucking one another. She even plowed my ass with it, something I’d only allowed Anna to do before. What a night!

Leslie had just turned nine when Anna decided to cash in four weeks of vacation time she’d accumulated. She hadn’t had any real time off for two years, and suddenly she was home all day with me and Leslie.

I felt incredibly guilty for having spent almost six months having sex with our daughter while my lover was hard at work so that she could support us. Anna and I had both enjoyed sex with other women, both separately and in threesomes or lesbian orgies. And of course she knew about me rediscovering my love life with my mother, and approved completely. But I’d been afraid to tell her about what Leslie and I had been doing.

Eventually, though, I sat Anna down and confessed everything. I fought the urge to cry as best I could, but began to shed helpless tears as I told my lover what had happened — that I’d been making love to our daughter. That I had kissed her precious mouth, and penetrated it with my tongue. I described undressing Leslie, sucking her nipples and touching her childish body all over, the way I’d fingered and eaten our child’s pussy and asshole.

Finally, my body trembling with sobs, I told Anna that I had taught little Leslie how to do all those things to me. She’d become quite skilled at oral sex, and I’d even showed her how to make me come by pushing her whole hand into my cunt, working it in and out until I screamed with pleasure.

I told my partner all those things and more, clutching her hand in mine. Anna’s face was bereft of emotion while I poured my heart out to her, my belly a cold, hard knot of fear. Finally, the words ran out, and I fell silent… numb with fear, waiting for the axe to fall.

And miracle of miracles, Anna smiled.

“Oh, babe,” she murmured, her arms encircling my waist, “I’m only surprised you waited so long. The way she flashes that cute little butt around the house, I expected you to coax Leslie into bed before she’d been with us a month.”

I fell into my lover’s arms, weeping with mixed relief and joy.

Anna kissed my tears away, then whispered, “There’s only one thing I want to know, though.”

“Wh-what?” I gasped, still sniffling.

“Well… when do I get invited to join this little sex club of yours?”

My heart began to race in anticipation. “Tomorrow’s Saturday,” I replied. “No school tomorrow. I think we might let Leslie stay up late tonight.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Anna grinned. She stood and stretched. “I’m gonna take a shower.” Bending to kiss me, she turned and exited the room, unbuttoning her top as she went.

As for me, I took a deep, calming breath before going to our little girl’s room and telling her the news. I smiled to myself as I climbed the stairs, knowing how happy she would be that Mommy Anna was going to play the Make Love Game with us. That’s what Leslie and I called it.

That night, after dinner, we left the dishes to soak for a change. Leslie, her head held proudly, marched up the stairs to our bedroom. Anna and I brought up the rear, sharing thrilled glances between us.

When we entered the room, Leslie stood before us, her eyes dancing with excitement, then raced into her Mommy Anna’s arms. My lover knelt to embrace our little girl, then their lips came together in a motherly kiss that quickly became heated, passionate. Then Leslie turned to me. “Mommy,” she squeaked, “come kiss with us!”

I joined my lover and daughter in a sweet, loving tangle of arms, hands and lips. We shared sexy kisses back and forth, then began to undress one another. First Anna and I took all of our little girl’s clothes off, then Leslie helped get her mommies naked. Then our little girl bounded onto the bed, where she jumped up and down. “Let’s play, let’s play!”

Anna crawled toward Leslie in a cat-like fashion, making growly tiger noises. Leslie giggled behind her knuckles, then shrieked with delight as Anna lunged, taking her down to the bed. They stared into each other’s eyes, then their mouths came together once more. I watched them, enthralled at the sight of my child kissing her mother, that little pink tongue languidly circling Anna’s lips.

Finally they gently broke apart, and Anna gave our daughter a warm smile. “I want to lick you now, precious,” she whispered. “Will you let Mommy do that to you?”

Nibbling her lower lip, a wide-eyed Leslie nodded.

Soon Leslie was straddling Anna’s face, letting Mommy taste her pussy. God, it was such a thrill to see my lover pleasuring our daughter so sweetly, her tongue licking and probing at Leslie’s babyish crack.

Wanting to join in the lovemaking, I crawled onto the bed, now determined to give pleasure to my wonderful, devoted wife while she went down on our little girl.

I knelt beside Anna, pausing to gaze down at her voluptuous body taking in every inch of its beauty. Her skin, so smooth and creamy. Her full, womanly hips. Her scrumptious belly button, nestled in that firm, yet angel-soft tummy. Her perfectly sculpted thighs, and the gateway to paradise that lay between them.

Her pussy, adorned with pretty blond curls, was wetter than I had ever seen it before, the flesh glistening with desire, her clit visibly erect. She was a beautiful flower, I a hungry bee — and, prostrating myself between her parted legs, I began to collect the rejuvenating nectar from my lover’s petals with an eager tongue, then covered her opening with my mouth to drink deep.

As I bathed my lips and chin in the warm essence that flowed from Anna’s cunt, I watched my daughter gasp with delight astride my wife’s face; saw Anna’s hands as they gently parted our daughter’s pert bottom, her tongue darting between little Leslie’s cheeks to bathe the tiny cleft of her anus. Then Anna was feasting on our child’s sex once more, pleasuring her as my mother had pleasured me so many years ago. The sight was so unimaginably beautiful that I felt tears misting my eyes.

My wife then began to shudder and shake as I continued to love her, and soon her honey filled my mouth when she came for me. I carried Anna through the ebb and flow of orgasm, finally soothing her cunt with gentle kisses.

Then, wanting to share my prize with Leslie, I rose to bring my mouth to hers, kissing our daughter to give her a taste of Mommy Anna’s pussy. And as my child and I kissed like the passionate lovers we were, she began to come, still riding Anna’s face.

Once my girls had recovered, they turned their attention to me. Leslie burrowed between my legs to kiss and lick at her mommy’s sex and Anna roughly claimed my mouth; fucking me with her tongue as she groped my breasts. Then suddenly it was Leslie’s tiny tongue that I sucked on while Anna went down on me, probing inside with thrusting, twisting fingers.

My scream of ecstasy seemed to fill the universe.

That night was nearly a week ago. We three have made love many times since then, each of us starry-eyed and deliriously happy about our new life as a family.

We aren’t finished yet, though. There is one more person we want to include in our loving circle; someone who deserves everything we can give and more for making all of this possible.

Anna and I will celebrate our fifth anniversary in a few days. We’ve made plans to take my mother out to dinner, then bring her back home, where the three of us will come together for the first time in a menage a trois. Mom is thrilled about finally getting a chance to share Anna with me, but there’s a special surprise waiting for her that she won’t be expecting.

You see, she thinks that Leslie will be spending the night at a friend’s house — but when my mother enters our bedroom that evening, there will be a certain nine-year-old girl waiting for us, wearing nothing but a bright green ribbon and bow around her waist…

*****

This is my version of a brief story that Lesbian Lolita administrator C. sent to me entitled “Mothering.” I fiddled around with my take on her story for months, finally deciding to knuckle down and get the thing done for her site. In the end, I ran a pretty thorough mojo on the original, expanding the plot and details throughout and reworking the rest.

Great thanks to C. for always being there for me and so many other writers of lesbian erotica. Her site will be greatly missed.

 

7 Comments on Love is a Circle, Part Two

  1. Little Lover says:

    Sooooo sweeeet!

  2. Jay denton says:

    Absolutely lovely. I can’t wait until I have a gorgeous daughter to teach and mentor

  3. gordon says:

    beautiful story of a lovely family mothers grand mother enjoying their daughter loved it write more papa

  4. Litka and Tim says:

    Beautiful beautiful story! Wish there was a Part 3 so we could experience the joy the grandmother has when she joins this wonderful circle of love and incestuous lesbian sex.
    Family love at its best!

  5. kim says:

    Beautiful. Lovingly done, hot,sensual, erotic fun.

  6. collie says:

    Gorgeous story, so loving and sweet. Thanks for sharing it.

  7. Bryan says:

    Wow so sexy

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