By StarSapphire
{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in April 2005 }
For Ronda S.
Judy looked down at her sleeping daughter and admired the soft outline of her pretty face. Ronda’s short dark hair framed her delicate features and set them off gently. A duvet cover hid her twelve-year-old body and cloaked her up to her pert little chin. Sighing, Judy backed out of Ronda’s bedroom and went to her own room to think awhile.
Lying on top of her bed Judy recalled the form of her daughter in her mind. Ronda was a beautiful young girl who was tall for her age, as Judy had been. She was also maturing fast and had developed some respectable breasts for her age. Judy’s own were a full `C’ cup, and Ronda looked to match her soon. She had her father’s smoldering Mediterranean features and her mother’s body, Judy thought. She wondered too if, like her mother, Ronda was gay.
Judy’s hair was sandy blonde and fell in thick waves either side of her open Nordic face. She had the full red lips, high cheekbones and bright blue eyes of the classic western ideal of beauty, that contrasted sharply with her daughter’s exotic good looks. Ronda had dark flashing eyes that signaled her every mood and clear, finely sculpted features just like her father. They both look like wild Gypsies, Judy mused.
Judy was slightly uncomfortable at the thought of Ronda’s father. Tony had been a high school boyfriend who had persuaded Judy to go ‘all the way’ when they graduated. He had done his thing, then left for college when Judy discovered she was pregnant by him. He’d offered to marry her — but Judy, in the meantime, had finally acknowledged her sexuality to herself and refused his offer.
Coming out was hard for Judy, and Tony was understandably hurt, but he faithfully provided what support money he could and made no fuss about custody or Judy’s sexuality. Over the years, he stayed in Ronda’s life and never tried to be anything but a great father, for which Judy felt endlessly grateful — and endlessly guilty. She thought Tony and Ronda deserved more. She was not aware that both were quite content with their relationship as it was and loved Judy deeply.
Judy knew she was going to masturbate again. Lately she had been plagued by sexual desires that burned into her soul and left her breathless each night. The fantasy was always horribly the same — she was having sex with Ronda. Hard as she tried to banish these thoughts from her mind the more they would intrude. She knew that wanting her daughter was dangerous, but she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about it. She would admire her lithe form around the house, the curve of her small tight backside or the swell of her budding young breasts, and be swept up in another sexual fantasy.
She imagined Ronda naked in her arms, her small breasts and nipples pressed against her own as she kissed and caressed her in her mind. As she toyed with the sight and feel of Ronda, her hand stole down to cup her own breast and the other worked its way under her slacks and panties to fondle and stroke herself. Judy rapidly brought herself to her first climax of the night. God, it’s happening again, she thought.
Quickly stripping naked, Judy had a hot, fast shower and knew that her first orgasm had released only her immediate tension. She could now take her time and try to play with a different fantasy and banish these incestuous desires for Ronda from her imagination. She lay back on her bed and began to play with her nipples, feeling them harden to her touch as they sent little charges of sexual energy down through her pussy. She was already wet, she knew that before touching herself. Her fingers swam in her own juices as she began to slowly caress her slit.
Judy luxuriated in the feel of her freshly shaved pussy, stripped of its normal growth of tangled pubic hair. Gazing down at herself, she marveled at how much she looked like a young girl down there as she traced lazy circles around her clitoris.
Judy had shaved her pubic hair for the first time just yesterday, obeying some inner urge she didn’t fully understand. She’d taken the lather and razor and carefully removed every trace of the light brown curls that normally grew there. She felt cold at first — then exposed, worried that someone, another woman, might spot her bareness and wonder about her. Then she’d relaxed and enjoyed the unfamiliar feel of cool air between her legs as she spread them wide atop her bed.
Today this wide open, exposed feeling took Judy back to one of her strongest memories, her first sexual experiences with her seventh grade teacher Suzanne G. Relieved to be rid of Ronda in her mind, at least for the moment, Judy eagerly replayed this torrid erotic encounter instead.
Suzanne was a 34 year old French woman who Judy, much to her astonishment, had found startlingly attractive. She developed a terrible crush on Ms. G. and would gaze longingly at her short dark hair, tall trim figure and large breasts in class. She was naturally confused about her feelings. Why was she so attracted to another female, and one so much older? Am I gay? Judy worried, fretted and pined in silence.
Sensing Judy’s interest in her, Ms. G. was much less befuddled by her own desires. In fact, Suzanne G. quite liked young girls.
She invited Judy home for tea one spring afternoon near elementary school graduation and wasted little time in coming to the point with the pretty schoolgirl. She had often noticed Judy staring at her body and returned the attention. Judy’s tall youthful form, her wavy blonde hair and her perpetual look of innocent wonder captivated Suzanne’s heart — and her libido.
“I notice you looking at me in class,” Suzanne said abruptly after pouring them both tea.
Judy turned a deep shade of scarlet, afraid she’d done something terribly wrong. “Oh gosh! I –I’m so sorry, Ms G…!”
“Oh no, my sweet! It’s all right that you look at me. I enjoy you watching me! It is a true compliment,” Suzanne hurriedly explained. “You are rather beautiful yourself, and I enjoy looking at you too,” she said to her warmly as her eyes traveled up and down Judy’s tight adolescent body. “You are becoming quite the young woman,” she added, gazing at Judy’s small but prominent breasts.
With relief, Judy blushed at the compliment and the frank stare. “Ms. G…” she began.
“Please, call me Suzanne. I would like us to be friends,” Judy heard Ms G. say, not quite believing her ears but noticing instantly the look of gentle lust that came over her teacher’s face. Friends? Oh gosh, she realized, she feels the same way about me! Judy felt a flush of excitement rush through her taut young body.
“Yes. Okay, S-Suzanne,” Judy began. “Um, I think you’re the most beautiful p-person I’ve ever seen!” she gushed, amazed at her own boldness. “I just didn’t, uh, don’t — know how to tell you that. I want you to know, though. I think about you a lot, especially… oh gosh!” Judy gasped, immediately regretting being so forthright. “Oh, I don’t know what I’m saying!” she cried out in frustration.
Suzanne laughed warmly and came over to put her arm around Judy, who was close to tears. “Hush, darling,” was all she said, then lifted up Judy’s face with a finger and gently kissed her on the lips. Judy sighed, hoping for more, but Suzanne pulled away and sat down again across from her.
“We could have a very special friendship, Judy my sweet,” Suzanne said. “But you understand that, as a teacher, there are people, like your parents, who would not like that.” A shudder of blissful anticipation passed through Judy as she grasped the full nature of Suzanne’s intentions. “They might even put me in jail for the things I’m thinking about doing with you!” she laughed as a wicked little glint came into her eye.
With amazing gratitude, Judy at once understood Suzanne’s message and hurried to reassure her. “I’ll never tell anyone!” she promised. Certainly not her parents who, unlike this exotic French woman, seemed so distant and uncaring, “I — I love you Ms., I mean, Suzanne,” she confessed finally, relieved that it was out there. “Please, I won’t tell anyone!” she’d begged as her excitement rose in anticipation.
What happens now? Judy wondered. She didn’t have long to wait.
“Then come, my pet, ” was all Suzanne had said. Taking Judy by the hand, she led her to the bedroom.
When they arrived beside Suzanne’s bed she turned to face Judy, who stood there in a state of nervous excitement. “You like my breasts,” she announced boldly. “I see you looking at them all the time. I’ll show them to you if you like.” She began to unbutton her pink pastel-colored blouse. “You too, my sweet,” she ordered. “I want to see you, too.”
Judy took in Suzanne’s warm smile and the glazed look of excitement in her eyes, then slowly peeled her white polo shirt over her head, revealing her white cotton sports bra to Suzanne’s hungry stare. She could instantly feel the teacher’s eyes burning holes through the garment. Then her breath caught as Suzanne removed her blouse and allowed Judy to see her big breasts, encased in a white lacy bra. She admired their fullness and deep cleavage.
Judy clasped her hands to her face as she gazed at Suzanne’s chest. “Oh my gosh!” she whispered. She felt embarrassed that her own small, immature breasts were so inadequate in comparison.
“You like them, my pet?” Suzanne asked with a coy smile. Judy could only nod her head in dumb response. “Your breasts are exquisite too, darling Judy. You are so beautiful!” Suzanne exclaimed, relieving Judy’s fears somewhat. But she continued to wonder what Suzanne found so attractive about her. She felt awkward and shy in the presence of such a beautiful, mature woman.
“Please, let me see the rest of you,” Suzanne asked her gently. Judy complied uneasily. She removed her bra over her head then waited in agonizing anticipation for Suzanne’s response. “Oh my dear girl, your breasts are perfect! Such darling pink nipples, oh my!” she enthused. Judy let out her breath, feeling much less afraid.
It was Suzanne’s turn. She quickly undid the front clasp of her brassiere and let it drop open, revealing to Judy a pair of heavy, womanly breasts crowned by large, dark brown nipples. The girl’s throat went dry and her mouth watered at the sight.
Judy looked down at her own breasts — small, but firm and round. Her pink nipples were fully erect. She brought her fingers up to gently brush them over the hard tips. Suzanne stood looking in awe as Judy lightly stroked herself.
Standing there topless before Suzanne was strange and arousing for Judy, and she delighted in her teacher’s reaction. A look of excited wonder was on Suzanne’s face as she took in the sight of Judy’s firm young tits on full display. By then, Judy’s feelings of physical inadequacy had completely vanished. She thrilled in the sight of her mature lover’s visual feasting on her bare breasts, and displayed herself proudly and unselfconsciously.
Suzanne moved toward her and Judy melted into her arms as their lips finally met again. Their kiss lengthened and deepened. Suzanne’s heavy breasts pressed into Judy’s as she forced her tongue past Judy’s lips and into her mouth. Judy responded, feeling the first full rush of sexual excitement in her young life. She eagerly tangled her own tongue around Suzanne’s, then moved it in to explore her mouth in turn.
Judy felt Suzanne’s hand move to cup one of her small breasts, and sighed deeply as she realized where the two of them were going. She felt her nipple nestling in the palm of Suzanne’s hand and thrilled to the aching pleasure it brought to be so intimately caressed. She surrendered herself to the older woman’s embrace and willed Suzanne total access to her lithe young body, to do with as she pleased.
“Take me Suzanne. Please, take me…” Judy murmured between kisses as her hands hurriedly began removing her summer shorts and underwear.
“Oh yes, my sweet. I will,” Suzanne assured her while assisting Judy to complete her undressing. Her own black skirt and white panties quickly joined Judy’s clothing on the boudoir floor. Judy had just a wisp of blonde pubic hair at the top of her small pussy but, to Judy’s astonishment, Suzanne was shaved clean…
Judy’s fingers were working fast and deep on herself as she relived that spring afternoon twenty years ago. She could feel her orgasm approach as she recalled lying spread out on Suzanne’s bed, completely open to her teacher’s inspection. After their first passionate kiss, they had fallen together onto Suzanne’s bed. After Suzanne’s adoring inspection they had made passionate, joyful love for the rest of the afternoon.
Years later, Judy recalled Suzanne’s lips and tongue on her small hard nipples, then the fullness of Suzanne’s own breasts when she held, kissed and caressed them. She remembered the taste of her teacher’s long dark nipples, the feeling of Suzanne’s mouth working its way down her body to finally engulf her throbbing cunt between her full red lips, her tongue wetly bathing and battering Judy’s small, hard clit into her first ever orgasm. Then she recalled the taste, aroma and the slick smoothness of Suzanne’s delectable pussy as she haltingly performed her first act of oral sex on her exotic French lover…
A slow shuddering climax rolled through Judy’s body as the hot passionate memory of her first sexual experience played through her mind. Her fingers plunged deep inside her dripping pussy in hard, wet thrusts as she felt the warm tremors and aftershocks of her orgasm slowly subside. She brought her fingers up to her lips and smelled the hot musky aroma of her arousal before licking them clean. With a groan, she rolled over onto her side in final release.
They had remained lovers over the next year, but their relationship ended when Suzanne took another teaching job several hundred miles away. Judy was bereft and deeply hurt, but managed somehow to put those feelings behind her. Suzanne had left behind yet another broken heart. She moved on to break many more as her young lovers aged beyond her desire for them.
Judy tried to cope with her grief by being `straight’ and denying her sexuality for the rest of her school life, which did not add to her happiness. Coming out to Tony had been a major relief — until now.
*****
Ronda was in a state of uncomfortable confusion. She was fully aware of her mother’s sexuality and had no problems with it. Judy’s two former lovers were good people and still friends with both Judy and Ronda. Her feelings about her own sexuality were less clear. She seemed to like boys and girls equally, which puzzled her. But what bothered her most was an awkward, surprisingly strong attraction to her own mother.
Lately, Mom wasn’t helping the situation. She would appear in the mornings clad only in a short terrycloth robe that showed off her long elegant legs and deep cleavage, making Ronda dizzy with desire. Judy’s touches would linger or her hands would sensuously stroke Ronda’s hair when she spoke to her about something personal. It was driving the poor teen crazy.
Ronda’s sexual experiences to date had consisted of kissing and a bit of petting with her best friend Cheryl when they were younger, and playing `doctor’ with a neighbor boy when much younger still. In neither case did she have an orgasm, and she didn’t really know what one was. But for all of her naivete, she had always been aware of a strong sexual need inside her. She just didn’t know exactly how to satisfy those desires, but Ronda did know who she wanted to satisfy them. It was her sexy, beautiful mother. These feelings left the girl understandably tentative and uncertain.
Unlike Judy, however, Ronda was more used to taking charge. She had her father’s strong will and determination, and preferred to take the initiative in life. She knew her mother was more passive and would never dream of instigating any sexual contact between them on her own. At the same time, Ronda could see what she thought were clear signals from Judy that suggested an intense sexual interest, but she shuddered to think of the consequences if she was wrong. She decided to be bolder around her mother and to see how far things went.
Ronda started by dressing more provocatively than her mother around the house. Wearing only a long white t-shirt, she would wander in to breakfast, sure that Judy could see her nipples through the thin cotton of her top. The hem just covered her backside and allowed Judy to see Ronda’s long slim legs in full detail. She even tried `flashing’ her mother by crossing her legs and allowing her a brief looks at her bare pussy.
Ronda caught Judy looking at her a few times and noted the blush that came to her mother’s cheeks after catching sight of her scantily-clad daughter. She was pleased by the response but wished she could do more to tantalize her.
The girl had always admired the way her mother looked, and was envious. At 32, Judy was in the prime of her life and it showed. Her figure was that of a younger woman. Her long blonde hair was always well kept and attractive, and Judy’s minimal use of makeup enhanced her natural good looks superbly. Her wardrobe was always classically stylish rather than fashionable, and showed off her figure to its best advantage. Her mom never looked less than her best, thought Ronda. Even in a terrycloth robe she was stunning.
Ronda decided to be a little more pro-active.
Continue on to Part Two
Paragraph 5, last sentence, “She ‘was’ not aware…”
Fixed — thanks for the catch, Drod!
Nice start thank you, will be looking for more.
Looking good 😉