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Ripples, Chapter 24

  • Posted on April 30, 2020 at 2:33 pm

by Sapphmore and  JetBoy

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for a detailed list of the many characters in this story, check out The Women and Girls of Ripples

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Laura’s thoughts were filled with images of the incestuous orgy she’d interrupted upon arriving at her sister Jessica’s home, staving off the deep sleep her body craved.

She was still picturing the scene in the living room, poring through the memory as if it was a film she was studying frame by frame. In fact, Laura had only glimpsed about fifteen seconds of the sexual tableau, but her mind now played the scene back in ultra-slow motion, bringing it all to vivid life.

First, she’d seen the entwined trio of young naked girls. Rachel’s daughter Bella, well on the way to becoming a carbon copy of her voluptuous mum, was being orally pleasured by Katie, while feasting on the baby-smooth slit of her own sister Cindy. At first, though, Laura hadn’t recognised Rachel’s daughters, not until they broke apart and she got a look at their faces.

The sight shook her to the core. My God, what is happening here? They’re just kids!

Laura shifted restlessly beneath the sheets as the camera of her memory did a slow pan across the room, zooming in on the flawless bum of another young girl, a girl she quickly identified as her oldest niece Alice. That perky little arse was in motion, too, thrusting forward and back — and that was when Laura realised that Alice was wearing a strap-on cock, using it to fuck someone from behind. A grown woman, bent over the arm of the sofa.

When she saw that woman’s long red hair, Laura got another, bigger shock. It was her sister Jessica, who was getting rogered hard and fast by Alice. Her own bloody daughter!?

Incredibly enough, there was even more going on. Jess wasn’t just draping herself over the rolled sofa arm to present her cunt to Alice; she was also going down on another woman, whose face couldn’t be seen. Why? Because it was covered by the sex of Laura’s seven-year-old niece Poppy, whose expression was one of pure rapture.

But then Poppy opened her eyes. They went wide in an instant as she saw their unexpected guest, and the child gasped, “Auntie Laura!”

The playback in Laura’s head now picked up the panicked scramble of the three young girls as they broke apart and raced to cover themselves, then jumped ahead to a close-up of Alice withdrawing the cock she was wearing from her mum’s vagina. Turning around, the twelve-year-old displayed the glistening sex toy to her aunt — not in defiance, but not in shame either. As if the girl didn’t give a toss that she was still sporting a generously-sized latex prick.

Laura was suddenly captured by a long, luxurious yawn. At long last, the exhaustion she’d had built up over a seemingly endless day of travel was asserting itself. Her forehead glistened with perspiration as the pictures blurred, then faded to black. Her breath became shallower until it settled into a steady rhythm as she sank into a peaceful slumber.

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The morning sun had yet to breach the line of trees surrounding the old Elizabethan manor house, but slivers of faint light peeked around the edges of the blinds and curtains.

Laura stirred, the dried perspiration on her naked and uncovered body reacting to the chill of early morning. Slowly allowing her eyes to open, she struggled to adjust to the dim light, confused for a moment by the unfamiliar surroundings. Recognising her sister’s spare room, the events of the previous night punched their way back into her memory.

Looking up at the white ceiling, looming above like a blank cinema screen, Laura knew that the frozen image of the lesbian orgy that had greeted her as she entered the living room door mere hours ago was etched into her mind, perhaps forever.

She absentmindedly reached down between her legs with an unsteady hand, feeling the remnants of last night’s sticky secretions. Tightening her jaw, Laura gave her head an angry shake. I’m not into young girls. I’m not! Then how could I have been turned on by the sight of my underage nieces and their friends, all having lesbian sex? And then there’s my sister, fucking her own kids! Bloody hell, how am I supposed to deal with that?

Realising that she needed to empty her bladder, Laura turned onto her side, pushing herself up to sit on the edge of the bed. She rubbed her eyes and pushed her loose hair back; rising to look for the dressing gown Jess had given her, finding it draped over an accent chair. A glance at the small carriage clock on the dresser showed that it was only just after five-thirty. She scowled. Great. What was that, four hours’ sleep? Why did I even bother going to bed?

Padding over to the mirror on the wardrobe door, her eyes gradually adjusting to the dim light, she studied her reflection as she shrugged into the dressing gown and reached for the belt — then paused. Before wrapping the fluffy robe around herself, Laura appraised her nude body. She was nicely built; not tall or statuesque like her sister, but more athletic from working out, staying in constant motion to counter the effects of long hours sitting while she was travelling or typing.

Laura looked herself up and down, holding the dressing gown wide open to get a good view. Would Jess find me desirable? she wondered. What about the girls? If they got a glimpse of me right now, would they like what they saw?

She winced at her reflection. Fuck me, I’m going bloody mental.

Forcing these thoughts from her mind as best she could, Laura turned towards the door, gently turned the handle so as not to make a sound, and carefully drew it inward. She crept barefoot into the hallway, looking to see if any of the other doors along the L-shaped landing were open, relieved to see that none were except for the nearby bathroom. As she entered, Laura noticed that Katie’s door was also slightly ajar.

She entered the bathroom and quietly closed the door. Lowering her bum to the toilet seat, she made a face at how cold it was, then quickly peed, wiped herself and flushed, hoping the sound didn’t wake anyone at this early hour. Laura washed her hands and splashed water on her face, deciding that she would slip downstairs and make herself a coffee, take a moment to gather her thoughts before the inevitable Part Two of last night’s discussion with her sister, Not that I’ve got any idea what I’m going to say, she thought.

Emerging into the hallway, Laura tiptoed toward the stairs, then froze as she neared Katie’s door and heard a soft, low moan coming from the room. She crept closer to peer through the gap, her heart lurching wildly at what she saw.

The curtains were parted just enough to illuminate the scene, the bedclothes rolled back to reveal the nude bodies of three very young girls. And like Laura, they were very much awake.

Nine-year-old Katie lay propped up against the pillows, with Rachel’s youngest — Cindy, Laura reminded herself — nestled in her arms. They were kissing fervently, their tongues mingling and mating as they took turns exploring each other’s mouths. Cindy was caressing Katie’s breasts, teasing the girl’s erect nipples with her fingertips.

Laura’s heart thudded in her chest. Oh my God, they’re at it again.

Down below, Jessica’s baby girl Poppy was lying on her tummy between Katie’s splayed legs, lavishing attention on her older sister’s pussy with long, loving swipes of the tongue. Poppy’s thighs were also spread far apart, and Laura could see that the child had one hand tucked underneath her body. Wait a minute — is she actually…

She was. Just below that flawless bottom, Laura caught sight of Poppy’s finger, teasing the smooth cleft of her vagina.

Laura put a hand over her mouth in case something made her cry out, knowing that she should open the door and confront the young girls, make them stop doing these things. But her feet seemed to be encased in concrete, and she found herself unable to do more than stand and stare, hypnotised by the entire erotic spectacle.

What surprised her most was the passion these girls brought to their sexual doings. This was nothing like curious kids playing doctor, or shyly comparing their body parts, or any of the games Laura had indulged in as a youngster. These girls were making love, just like adults.

That said, there was a sense of awe to their pleasures, very much like that of children indulging in a favorite new game… and the sweet, shy smiles the girls gave each other in the midst of it all gave the whole scene a sense of innocence that Laura couldn’t help but find rather touching. Okay, it’s still wrong, she told herself, but there’s nothing lewd or dirty about this.

Katie noticed movement through the gap in the entrance, having intentionally left the door slightly ajar last night upon returning from her little spying trip. Breaking her kiss with Cindy, pausing for a moment to enjoy the warm wet caresses of Poppy’s tongue, Katie quietly said to her friend, “I want to lick your cunt.”

Even with the hand covering her mouth, Laura barely managed to suppress a gasp at Katie’s words. What on earth happened to that timid little girl I remember?

She well recalled her last visit to see Jess and the girls, when the family had taken a weekend sojourn to the seaside. There, a blushing Katie had refused to go into the sea, or even change into a swimsuit. “Only eight, and she’s already got body issues,” Jessica told Laura later that night. “I’m dreading what will happen when she reaches dating age.”

Looks like Katie got over that and then some, Laura told herself.

She now felt sufficiently in control to stop covering her mouth, then almost absently placed the other hand on the front of the robe, pressing the thick material into her groin as she watched Cindy carefully straddle Katie’s face. Holding onto the headboard for support, the child bent both knees to lower her sex to Katie’s already parted lips. Katie, in turn, reached round to cup Cindy’s buttocks, spreading them to open her young lover’s slit before she took that first delicious lick.

Laura trembled, the heat of arousal spreading through her body like a shot of liquor. She could practically smell the little girl’s sex, already imagining the sharp tang of its flavor on her tongue. No! Stop thinking like that! her conscience cried.

Cindy rolled her hips back and forth over Katie’s face, purrs of pleasure coming from the crouching girl. Meanwhile, muffled sounds of approaching orgasm issued from Katie’s throat as Poppy brought her big sister to climax.

Laura’s own breath began to deepen, but her body was denied the pleasure it so desperately craved, the thick folds of the dressing gown preventing her from applying pressure where she needed it. As if on automatic pilot, her hand sought and found the opening of the garment, then slipped between its folds.

Head spinning like a crazed carousel, Laura touched the rapidly moistening flesh of her cunt with a shaky finger, then gently caressed the pouting slit, trying not to make a sound, enthralled by the sight of three preteen girls fucking. There was no other word to describe what she saw. These girls, not one of them older than ten, were fucking like they were born to it.

Down between Katie’s thighs, little Poppy gave her older sibling’s cleft a tender kiss, then got up on her knees next to a dreamy-eyed Cindy, who was cooing with delight as Katie licked her from below. Their eyes met, heated looks were exchanged, then Poppy and Cindy slowly drifted together — their mouths meeting, tongues engaging, two children kissing like passionate lovers.

Then again, isn’t that exactly what they are? Laura thought.

Her mind was in turmoil, her body on fire. As she fingered herself down below, Laura slipped the other hand through the parting of her robe to cup and fondle the left breast, then the right, pausing to give a hard pinch to a nipple — perhaps trying to break this crazy spell, to shock herself from this lustful trance she was falling into, despite her best intentions.

This is wrong. They’re too young. Damn it, I’m not into little girls! But oh, my God… this is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. How could kids this young be so fucking erotic? 

They were, too. Laura had never considered underage girls as objects of desire, but now she studied the bare bodies of her nieces and their friend as if for the first time, admiring what she saw. They’re all beautiful, no doubt about that. Her eyes drifted down to the pert little bottom of seven-year-old Poppy. She’d always had a serious thing for women’s bums, and Poppy’s was flawless. I bet her skin feels like warm silk, she thought. Not that I want to touch her that way… 

Though she continued to resist these stirrings, Laura was beginning to understand how a newly gay Jessica might succumb to the lure of such lovely creatures, especially with the appetite for sex that they seemed to have.

Her reverie was interrupted when Cindy suddenly moaned, the child’s body jerking as ecstasy caught her in its grasp. Even from the doorway, Laura could see Cindy’s knuckles whiten as she gripped the headboard and threw her head back.

Next to her, a wild-eyed Poppy had a hand tucked between her own thighs, frantically stimulating her clit as she watched her friend come. Within seconds, she gave a tiny cry, her slender frame shuddering when she reached climax.

The sight was too much for Laura. A strangled whimper escaped her lips, no hand in place to stifle it, and as a breathless Cindy dismounted Katie’s face and collapsed on the bed, Laura realised that Katie was staring straight at her. In a panic, she quickly withdrew both hands away from inside the robe, but struck the door with her elbow, nudging it open even further.

She froze like a deer in headlights at the sight of three naked, sweaty little girls, their eyes focused directly on her. Shit, how do I explain this? She was rooted to the spot, wanting to disappear into the carpet.

Katie just smiled. “Hello, Aunt Laura. Why don’t you come join us?”

The grown woman could see no way out. That was when she realised that her robe was hanging open, putting her nude body on display for the girls to see. Lost for words, resisting an impulse to turn and flee, Laura hastily wrapped the dressing gown around her body as if shielding herself, but made no move to leave.

Somehow she failed to notice Poppy drawing near… but then the door swung inwards and the naked child stood there, gazing up at her, all smiles. Laura looked down at the angelic face of her youngest niece, the girl’s mouth still wet from her sister’s slit.

Without a word, Poppy reached out to take Laura’s hand, gently leading her into the room, then pushing the door to. Giving her aunt’s hand a squeeze, she turned to her sister.

“We’ve been waiting for you,” Katie said. There was a seductive lilt to her voice that made Laura shiver..

Now completely flustered, she began to speak. “I was just… I m-mean… I heard a noise…”

“We were just having fun,” Katie replied. “Did you like watching us?”

Laura hesitated a heartbeat too long before she spoke. “I… I mean… Look. girls, it doesn’t matter if I liked it or not. You shouldn’t be doing this. You’re too young to be having sex! And no matter what age you are, you oughtn’t to be doing these things with your own sister — or your mother.”

Poppy spoke up. “But it feels so good, Aunt Laura. And if we really and truly love each other, why can’t we show how much we do?”

“Because it’s incest, sweetie,” Laura gently replied. “It’s not right.”

“But you have sex with girls,” Katie said.

“Yes, okay, but I’m a grownup, and I — I have sex with other women, not children… and certainly not with anyone from my family!”

Katie saw her opening and took it. “But you did get hot watching us… I saw you touching your pussy out there in the hall. And what about a few hours ago, when you were making those loud sounds in your room? Know what? I think maybe you were touching yourself then, too, and thinking about what you saw last night when you came in and caught all of us doing sex stuff.”

Laura felt her cheeks getting hot. She parted her lips, prepared to defend herself — then fell silent, unable to come up with a single retort. Too late, she realised that her opportunity to play the moral card had passed. Katie knew it too — she could see that in the girl’s eyes.

That’s when it struck her that she’d been set up; that Katie had planned the whole thing, executed the scheme to perfection and simply waited for Auntie Laura to blunder into the trap. My God, I masturbated while watching them have sex… and they caught me at it! How can I explain something like that? 

Katie slid off the bed and onto her feet, smiling all the while at a perplexed Laura. She’d just been played by a nine-year-old girl, and now she was desperately trying to think of a way out. But before a single idea could make itself known, Katie was at her side and reaching for her hand, followed by Poppy taking the other.

The sisters led her to the side of the bed, where Katie sat down, then silently indicated that Laura should sit next to her. She meekly obeyed, felt the mattress shift slightly and turned to see Rachel’s daughter Cindy, seating herself on the other side. As she turned back to face Katie, Laura was halted in mid-motion by the sight of Poppy — who was kneeling on the carpet, gazing up at her aunt like a puppy waiting to be stroked.

Laura felt a surge of bravado as she made eye contact with Katie, suddenly determined to wrestle control of the situation away from the smiling girl. I’m the adult here, after all. “What’s going on here, young lady?” she said, a quaver in her voice that left her sounding less authoritative than she’d intended.

Still holding her aunt’s hand, Katie said, “We know it was a big shock when you came in and saw us all making love last night, Aunt Laura… but we want you to know that no one is making us do these things, and it’s not Mum’s fault at all. When Ali told me she was gay, I wanted to know about what it was like, so she showed me stuff… and I liked it so much that, well, we kinda ended up doing more, lots more.

“Anyway, me and Alice were doing sex on her bed, and that’s when Mum came home and caught us. I think she was worried that Ali made me do it, but I told her no, I wanted to. Then we showed Mum how we love each other… and, um, we sort of got her to join in. Oh, Aunt Laura, it was so, so, so good! And after that, we couldn’t leave Pops out, could we?”

Laura listened quietly to Katie’s account, but couldn’t think of a response. So she turned to look at Poppy, who was nodding and smiling sweetly, and said, “Let’s hear from you, sweetheart. How did you become part of this?”

“Katie and Alice taught me when Mummy was out,” the child said. “We were having a party with no clothes on, and they told me about how girls can have sexy fun with other girls. Then Alice said her and Katie were lovers, and they started kissing and touching right there, so I could see what it was like.”

“What did you think about that?” Laura asked.

Poppy giggled. “It looked really fun! So when they asked me if I wanted to play too, I did. Then they taught me how to make love, and that’s what we were doing when Mummy came home.” She made a face. “I was scared at first, cause I thought for sure she’d be mad. But Mummy wasn’t mad, not even a little bit! She took off her clothes, and then we all had a good time!”

Laura looked at Cindy. “How about you, then?” she murmured.

The young brunette nibbled at her lower lip, thinking about. “I guess it all started this one night when I heard funny sounds coming from my mum’s room. When I went in to see what it was, I saw Bella in bed with Mum, and they were both naked.” She shook her head. “Wow, I didn’t know what was going on… but Mum told me she was teaching Bella about sex, the kind that girls have with each other.”

“How did that make you feel?” asked Laura, finding herself increasingly caught up in the girls’ stories.

“Well, I never really thought much about, y’know, being a lesbian… not until then, anyhow. But I sure do like girls a whole heck of a lot more than boys, so I asked Mum if she’d teach me about sex too… and she said yes!” She grinned with delight.

“Don’t stop there, Cinders,” Katie interjected. “Tell Aunt Laura how your mum taught you.”

“Um, well, Mum decided to get Bella to teach me, while she watched. Omigosh, it was the best! I love my sister so much — more than ever, now!” Cindy gave a happy sigh. “Then Mum joined us, and I got to love her, too. And now, I have another mum, and three more sisters!” She reached out to take Poppy’s hand, coaxing the seven-year-old up from the carpet and into her arms, where they exchanged tender kisses.

Once more, Laura was at a loss for words. She felt Katie touch her arm, and turned to meet her niece’s affectionate gaze.

“Auntie Laura, we all love you, and you love us. Why don’t you stop worrying so much, and be part of our new big family? Alice will love it, and I know that Mummy will, too. Sisters should stick together, don’t you think?”

At the mention of her sister, Laura found herself at the heart of a moral dilemma. On the one hand, there was her deep-seated need to do the right thing — in this case, march out of Katie’s room and down the hall to wake and confront Jess and Rachel.

On the other hand, there was her own closely-kept secret: the very un-sisterly sexual feelings that she’d harbored for Jessica for so many years. The first orgasm Laura had ever experienced had happened at the age of fourteen while masturbating, lost in a fantasy of kissing her big sister.

That fantasy might just be on the verge of coming true, she thought. The door’s open and waiting; you only have to enter.

Katie’s hand was now resting on her terrycloth-covered thigh. “Come and play with us, Auntie Laura. We can have lots of fun, and you can teach us more about how to be a lesbian.” As she spoke, the girl’s fingers were inching towards the gap in the robe.

I think you’ve got that covered already, Laura wanted to say, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, her mind spun as she struggled with her niece’s request. Coming from the nine-year-old’s lips, what Katie proposed sounded perfectly innocent, a lovely game they could all enjoy. For a fleeting moment, she actually contemplated the possibility of giving in, slipping out of her dressing gown and getting naked with the girls.

An icy twinge of fear uncoiled deep inside, Laura’s heart rate quickening as it gripped her. She was shocked to have, even for an instant, toyed with the notion of doing this thing. Making love to children? Surely not. It isn’t me, it’s not what I want. 

Then why am I tingling all over? Why does my cunt feel like a bloody jungle swamp? Oh, Christ, I’m going to leave a massive wet spot on the back of Jessica’s robe!

Her resolve was already starting to wither, especially when she saw Poppy standing to the right of Cindy, a hand between her legs, blissfully tracing her bare slit with a finger. It was an amazingly erotic sight.

Unnoticed by her aunt, Katie made eye contact with her co-conspirators, giving them a nod, then drew even closer to Laura. “We can make you feel really good,” she said. As her hand wandered beneath the dressing gown to find bare skin, Laura jerked with a sharp intake of breath.

That reaction didn’t faze Katie in the slightest. She gently tugged the material of the robe upward, exposing Aunt Laura’s taut, toned thigh. Cindy mirrored Katie’s actions, baring the other leg.

Katie then slipped a hand inside the front of Laura’s robe, seeking and finding her breast. As she cupped a firm, perfectly formed globe of warm flesh, she grasped the collar of the garment with her free hand and slowly tugged it away to reveal Aunt Laura’s shoulder. Again, her movements were copied by Cindy on the opposite side.

A startled Laura quickly crossed both hands across her chest to keep herself covered, but this feeble attempt was easily thwarted by the young girls. “No, Katie,” she pleaded. “You can’t do this, it’s not right. I — we shouldn’t–“

“Shhhh, it’s okay… relax,“ Katie whispered, and twisted round towards her aunt to manoeuvre herself into a half-kneeling position. Now she was practically rubbing noses with the wide-eyed woman. She continued to fondle the firm but pliant breast, feeling the nipple stiffen against her palm as she worked the robe even further down Laura’s arm. Dipping her head, Katie nuzzled her lips into the softness of the older woman’s neck, leaving a path of kisses that travelled up to the sensitive spot behind her ear — as if somehow knowing that it was the most effective way to leave her aunt breathless with arousal.

Laura’s willpower was swiftly evaporating, unable to withstand the heat of Katie’s seduction. How did a child of nine get so damned good at this? she wondered, a soft cry spilling from her lips when the girl’s tongue traced a warm path around the edge of her ear. With a blissful sigh, she let her head loll back.

When Aunt Laura began to relax slightly, Katie quickly pressed her advantage. With a quick nod to Cindy, she began to slowly guide the woman backwards, Cindy assisting from the other side. Once they had her lying down, that offered Katie easy access to her aunt’s mouth. As she tenderly brushed Laura’s lips with her own, Cindy seized the moment, fastening her mouth to a nipple that was more than stiff enough to betray Laura’s helpless arousal.

Laura was on the verge of confused tears, her mind a wild whirl of dread, ecstasy, bewilderment and, yes, lust. Lust for children, damn it all. This is happening and I don’t know how to make it stop, I can’t think straight, my cunt’s on fire! Katie’s tongue was teasing Laura’s lower lip. My God, her mouth is so soft…

Cindy gave the tip of Laura’s breast a playful nip, sending a sharp buzz of pleasure through the woman’s frame. She gasped — and that was when Katie kissed her aunt for real, the child’s tongue darting between Laura’s parted lips.

She ached, burned to return her niece’s sweet kiss, but a lingering trace of fear prevented her from giving in to madness and making love to Katie. How long can I hold out, though?

Poppy, who had been watching the goings-on for the last few minutes while occasionally touching her slit, decided that she wanted to play, too. She padded over to where Auntie Laura half-lay on Katie’s bed, her bare feet still touching the carpet. Feeling deliciously wicked, Poppy dropped to all fours and advanced, like a cat who’d just spotted a bowl of cream.

As the child reached her goal, she spread Auntie Laura’s dressing gown open, fully revealing the woman’s nudity. Delighted to see that her aunt had gone without knickers, Poppy placed both hands on Auntie Laura’s knees and slowly parted them. Drawing closer, she took her first look at this unfamiliar vagina. She marvelled that, like all the pussies she had seen thus far, it had an appearance all its own. She remembered once hearing from a teacher that everyone’s fingerprints were completely different. I guess cunts must be like that, too, Poppy mused.

The one before her now had a neatly trimmed patch of hair just above, but around the full pudenda it was baby-smooth. What stood out were the lips, which were much larger than her mum’s and Aunt Rachel’s. The hood of skin covering the clitoris was also bigger; in fact, the clit itself almost looked like a baby’s willy. But then again, she hadn’t seen that many naked women’s bits.

Curious as to whether its flavor was different, Poppy leaned forward to part the swollen lips with her fingers before extending her tongue for a taste. She took one lick, which caused her aunt’s body to jerk, then sat back to decide if she liked it. There was a slight tang that intrigued the child, and she decided to sample her aunt’s pussy again. Moving even closer, she wriggled a finger into the hot, moist orifice.

Tiny though it was, to the shell-shocked woman lying on the bed, that finger might as well have been a cucumber-sized cattle prod. Her body shivered violently, her hands knotting into fists. Laura forced her eyes to remain tightly shut, once again struggling to summon the strength to resist this triple onslaught and escape, damn it.

How can this be happening? Oh my God, this is not right, this is not right, this is not… oh bloody hell, it feels so fucking good.

When the mouth of her youngest niece locked onto her clitoris and began to suckle, Laura’s last ounce of resistance crumbled into dust. Cindy was moving her mouth from breast to breast, making love to each nipple in turn, while Katie’s kisses were growing steadily deeper, the girl’s tongue encouraging hers to respond.

Okay, then, this is wrong. Fine. I don’t care anymore. I need this. I want this!

Laura placed one hand on the head of the girl who was sucking her right nipple, and the other on the head of the girl whose mouth was pressed to hers. She responded to the kiss, her tongue engaging with Katie’s in a lustful dance, no longer allowing herself to care that the girl was her nine-year-old niece.

As Laura tried to suck at that tongue, Katie broke away, looking deep into her aunt’s eyes. The young girl saw a fire she recognised, a desire she’d worked hard to achieve. The plans that she, Cindy and Poppy worked out earlier in the evening had just paid off in a big way. Aunt Laura was theirs.

The break from kissing gave Laura an opportunity to catch her breath as she gazed in awe at her niece. She no longer saw the shy, studious child she used to sit with, discussing books or the reporter’s life. The face before her now belonged to a sexual creature, one she was eager to explore.

Pulling Katie back to her, Laura kissed the girl with a hunger that shocked her with its intensity. That recent threesome in Paris now seemed downright tame by comparison. She arched her body slightly as Cindy’s teeth lightly scraped against her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasurable pain through her body that went straight to the vagina.

Then Laura realized that something else was happening down there. Little Poppy had stopped sucking her clitoris and was now pushing at least a couple of fingers into her vagina — three or four, perhaps? Then she realized that the seven-year-old was, in fact, working her entire hand inside, stretching the fleshy opening further and further with every inch of penetration. Laura gave a loud moan, but it  was somewhat muffled by the lover’s kiss she was sharing with Katie.

Surprised by her aunt’s sudden reaction, Katie pulled away, glancing over her shoulder to look for the cause. She was delighted to see her sister Poppy kneeling between Laura’s legs, the little girl’s movements making it obvious that she had her entire hand inside Aunt Laura’s cunt and was steadily pumping it in and out.

Cindy saw Katie looking and glanced in the same direction to see what was going on, her eyes widening when she saw what Poppy was up to. She turned back to Katie, and the girls exchanged knowing grins.

Poppy was lost in her work, lips pursed in concentration while she worked her fist back and forth inside Auntie Laura, occasionally twisting it slightly, the way Mommy liked her to do it. Now and then, she bent down to lick that protruding clit, her flame-red hair brushing the woman’s belly.

It took Laura a moment to understand what was happening to her. She was being penetrated by what felt like a fat cock — did these girls have a dildo? Then she felt warm skin sliding against her thigh, and Laura’s already racing heart beat even faster as she understood the reason for Katie’s smile; she was watching her seven-year-old sister fuck Auntie with her hand.

Laura knew what it was like to be fisted, having enjoyed it a few times with an older girlfriend. But even though Gemma’s hand had been bigger, that experience paled compared to what she was feeling now. The fact that little Poppy was pleasuring her this way made the act wilder, more dangerous. Now that her objections to sex with Jessica’s children had been pushed aside, at least for the moment, the forbidden nature of their lovemaking only added to the thrill.

Opening her eyes, Laura smiled to see Cindy and Katie leaning across her, engaged in a lustful kiss, their tongues flickering like flames into each other’s mouths. Suddenly, she felt the urge to join them, and reached out to touch the girls’ bodies, her fingers roving, searching for their cunts. Finding Cindy’s first, she carefully entered her with a finger, causing the youngster to jerk, a surprised “Oh!” escaping her lips.

Cindy recovered right away, though, and pressed down against Laura’s hand, forcing that probing digit even deeper into her vagina. She began to rock to and fro, mouth hanging slack, yes glazed with pleasure. “Oh, yes,” she whispered, “Oh, yes.”

Before Laura could find Katie’s slit, the girl withdrew, rising to stand on the bed. Puzzled, Laura looked up to see her niece take two steps toward the headboard, carefully positioning herself so she was standing astride Laura’s face. Bending her knees, the girl lowered herself slowly, teasing her aunt by pausing half the way down, her sex frustratingly out of reach. Using two fingers, she spread the vaginal lips open.

Laura whimpered as Katie curved the middle finger into her juicy hole, taking her time with it, then began to work the digit in and out, coating it with her honey. The sight was breathtaking. Laura licked her lips, already anticipating what that beautiful cunt would taste like.

Katie gave her a knowing smile as she eased that finger out of her pussy, holding it up to inspect. Satisfied that it was sufficiently coated with her fluids, she glanced back down at her captive below, then bent to touch the tip to Laura’s lips.

Unable to wait for her treat, Laura darted forward to take the glistening finger into her hungry mouth, rolling her tongue around it to get every trace of Katie’s nectar. It was luscious, like a thick, tart wine — though not quite like any she’d ever drunk.

When the flavor was gone, she stared up at the rosy cleft of her niece — then at the wanton girl, silently pleading with her. By then, the struggle to be good, to refrain from enjoying the mouths, the hands, the bodies, the love of these sexy little nymphs… well, it seemed almost silly.

Katie’s expression was one of victory. It seemed to say See? I knew you couldn’t say no, not to this.

Once more, the girl lowered herself — bending one leg, then the other until she was kneeling on either side of her aunt’s head, that pouting slit tantalisingly close to the woman’s yearning mouth. Spreading her labia apart once more, Katie lowered herself the last few inches, offering Laura what she so ardently craved.

Basking in the heady scent of youth, Laura took a long, deep breath, then licked at the warm wet flesh once, twice, three times, coating her tongue with its sweetness. She marvelled at how a girl could produce so copious a flow at this tender age.

I’m going down on my own niece, Laura reflected, a child of nine. I should be hating myself for this, and I probably will when it’s all over. So why do I want it so much? Without bothering to answer, she began to devour Katie’s bare sex — bathing the opening with long, rapid licks, then thrusting her tongue inside to fuck the girl.

Katie was taken aback at the ferocity with which Aunt Laura ate her cunt. She’d loved having this feeling of control over the woman, of calling the tune and making her dance to it. Now, she couldn’t stifle her moans of pleasure, giving her excitement away. Oh, well, that bit was just a game anyhow, she thought. It’s time for us to love each other.

Still kneeling next to Laura, Cindy was lost in the pleasure that Katie’s aunt was giving her, the finger curling inside, somehow finding a spot that seemed to trigger all kinds of wonderful feelings. She opened her eyes to watch as Katie rode her aunt’s face, pistoning her hips back and forth to spread her sweet juices all over the woman’s mouth.

At the end of the bed, Poppy slowly withdrew her hand from Laura’s vagina. Her arm was getting tired… and besides, there was all this lovely juice dripping from her aunt’s cunt. Poppy certainly didn’t want that going to waste, so she’d simply give Auntie Laura good feelings with her mouth. Pressing her lips into the humid flesh, she lapped up the thick, rich flood, letting it trickle down her throat.

Once she had licked up most of the flow from her aunt’s pussy, Poppy noticed that rivulets of the fluid had oozed down to her bottom hole, the puckered opening just below. She grinned with delight as a naughty idea came to her. It was something her sisters seemed to like doing, but she had yet to try it herself.

Leaning forward, she licked a trail from Auntie Laura’s cunt down to her anus, pushing her tongue into the opening, bathing it with steady swipes of the tongue. Her aunt moaned, then spread her legs as wide as they could go, giving the child better access to the crack of her bum.

Now Poppy was eagerly rimming Auntie Laura, thrilled to bits to be doing something so wild. I bet none of my friends at school ever tried ANYTHING like this! Not for the first time, she reflected on how much fun it was to be a lesbian, doing sex with pretty girls and beautiful ladies.

As she continued to lap at her aunt’s rosebud, Poppy felt the opening grow increasingly slick — which gave her another cool idea. Drawing back just enough to place a fingertip against the snug opening, she pushed the tip of it inside. The shiver that raced through Auntie Laura’s body was enough to assure Poppy that her instincts had been correct. Quickly slipping the finger into her mouth to moisten it, she pressed it against her aunt’s bumhole once more, penetrating the woman with a single steady stroke.

Poppy was amazed by how tight it was, how it gripped her finger like a strong hand. She began to work it in and out of the shapely bottom, drawing a loud, though muffled vocal reaction from her aunt.

Looking up, the child had to giggle. Auntie Laura can’t tell me how much she likes this, cause Katie’s cunt is in her mouth! For some reason, that struck Poppy as being incredibly funny.

***

On the other side of the bathroom, something awakened Alice. She opened her eyes and turned, smiling to see her girlfriend sleeping peacefully. She considered waking Bella by diving under the bedclothes, then heard the sound again.

Wondering where it was coming from, she lifted her head to look at the bathroom door, which was slightly open. Hmmm… I guess Katie and the others woke up early, then they picked up where we left off last night.

Deciding that she wanted to sneak a peek — maybe even join the party? — Alice carefully moved to the edge of the bed, turning back to make sure she didn’t wake Bella, and slipped from beneath the covers to stand naked in the center of her room.

Creeping across the carpet, she eased the door open, slipped into the bathroom and made her way to the other door, shocked to see that it was also ajar. They’re having sex, and they didn’t even close the sodding door? Alice rolled her eyes. Putting her face to the gap, she had a full view of Katie’s bed.

The scene she witnessed shocked even her, a confirmed seeker of lesbian pleasures. At first it wasn’t clear who lay beneath the naked young bodies of the three girls, but she soon realised it was Aunt Laura, a sight that drew mixed emotions. On one hand, Alice was a little jealous that the three youngsters had been first to entice her aunt into the fold of family love, but then again, she felt immensely proud of the girls for what couldn’t have been an easy accomplishment.

That Katie, she thought. It had to have been her doing. Six weeks ago, she wouldn’t let herself be seen in knickers. Now look at her! Kat was straddling Aunt Laura’s face, cupping her budding breasts, the girl’s face glowing with pleasure.

From her vantage point, Alice saw Poppy between Laura’s splayed legs. Her baby sister appeared to be fingering the woman’s arse, while lapping at her minge with gusto. Alice smiled to herself, well recalling how lovely Poppy’s tongue could feel.

Kneeling to the side of Aunt Laura, Bella’s little sister Cindy was gently swaying, lost in rapture. Alice couldn’t work out why that was, not until she spied Laura’s hand fiddling between the girl’s legs. As she continued to watch, Cindy reached out to touch Kat’s shoulder. Katie turned to her friend, and the two girls came together in a passionate snog.

Alice longed to enter the room, to join the early-morning sex party, but reasoned that any interruption would break the mood. That’s okay, she reflected. I’ll get my chance at Aunt Laura later. The prospect made her giddy.

She’d first begun to have feelings about girls after chatting with Laura about sex a few months earlier, learning that her mum’s sister had it off with men and women both. “These days, though, I really do prefer women to blokes,”  Laura had told her. Later that week, Alice had masturbated to a fantasy of sex with her aunt. For the curious eleven-year-old, it was a genuine turning point.

Placing a hand on her vulva, Alice began to gently finger herself as she watched the others fuck.

***

Laura’s mouth was fastened to Katie’s cunt, drinking down its liquid sugar. Looking up, she saw her niece and Rachel’s daughter Cindy sharing a heated kiss. So beautiful, she mused. Why does it move me so, the sight of little girls kissing that way? It only made her want to pleasure her young lover all the more, and she dipped her tongue into the dewy slit, probing around inside.

Just then, Cindy leaned forward to embrace Katie, deepening their kiss, causing her hips to shift. Now Laura’s tongue was buried between the child’s bum cheeks, licking at her sweat-slicked rosebud. The woman felt an unexpected pang of conscience — then banished it completely and got to work, pleasuring Katie’s anus with every bit of the love she’d been lavishing on her pussy.

Tearing her mouth away from Cindy’s with a choked gasp, Katie spoke for the first time in a long while, panting, “Oh, yes, Aunt Laura, yes. Ooooooh, lick m-my bum!”

***

A few feet away in the bathroom, Alice was teasing her moist cleft with a finger, fighting the urge to throw restraint to the winds, defiantly stride into Katie’s room and hurl herself into the sweaty fray. But once again, she thought better of it, then settled on a more selfless course of action. After all, she reasoned, I shouldn’t leave Bel out of the fun.

Turning away, she tiptoed back to her own room just in time to see Bella stir from her slumber. Quickly moving to the far side of the bed, Alice placed a finger to her girlfriend’s lips, signalling her to remain silent.

She knelt down next to the bed and whispered to a confused Bella, “You won’t believe this… but right this minute, our sisters are fucking my aunt.”

That brought Bella awake in an instant. Taking a breath, she parted her lips to speak, but before she could, Alice quickly covered her mouth with a hand. “Shhh — they might hear us. Come take a look, but be very quiet. Then we’ll go wake our mums up. They’ll want to see this!”

Seizing Bella’s hand, she led her friend into the bathroom on tiptoe, ushering her to the gap in the door. Bella peered through the opening, her eyes widening as she drank in the incredible sight, then turned to Alice, unable to do much more than shake her head in disbelief.

Grinning delightedly, Alice beckoned Bella back to her room with a quick tilt of the head. Bella hesitated long enough to steal one last peek before reluctantly following after her friend.

Back in the bedroom, Alice carefully pushed the door to, then turned to seize Bella in her arms. The two nude girls exchanged a brief but juicy kiss before Alice broke away to say, “Let’s go get our mums!”

The girls slipped out into the hallway and padded down towards Jessica’s room at the other end of the hallway. Alice was about to knock, then hesitated. Even though this was the furthest room from Katie’s, it seemed wiser to slip inside, not summon her mum to the door and risk Laura hearing them. Mum won’t mind, not for something this important. Grasping the knob, she opened the door and entered, urging Bella to follow.

On the bed, Jess and Rachel had just awakened and were sharing lazy kisses, having decided that it was early enough to have a little fun while the rest of the household was still asleep. On hearing her door open, Jess saw their two eldest daughters enter. She was wondering whether to admonish them for not knocking or invite them into bed — but when she and Rachel saw the girls’ faces, they knew that something was afoot.

Alice shushed them before they could speak, then quietly said, “Mum, I don’t think we’ve got anything to worry about with Aunt Laura.”

Jess and Rachel exchanged puzzled glances, then turned back to their daughters — but once more, Alice was first to speak. “Go look into Katie’s room through the bathroom door. You have to be quiet, though.”

Intrigued, both women slid out of bed. Rachel was reaching for her dressing gown when Bella said, “You won’t need that, Mum.”

“Fair enough,” Rachel replied, letting the garment drop to the carpet.

“Works for me,” Jess said with a grin, and the women padded naked toward the door, each garnering lustful glances from the other’s daughter.

Jessica crept into the hallway, Rachel and the girls close behind — then Jess froze. She stood still for a  long moment, then turned back, hastily gesturing the others back into the bedroom.

Closing the door behind, she looked at Alice and Bella. “You need to stay here, girls. Keep the bed warm for us.”

“What? Why?” Alice protested. “We want to be part of this, too!”

“Yeah,” Bella said, her lower lip set in a pout.

Jess stood her ground. “So, Laura is making love with the other girls. That’s what you wanted me to see, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Alice said, unable to restrain a grin. “They’re all doing it — Katie, Cindy, Poppy and Aunt Laura.”

“And we never did get to finish our big sex party,” said Bella. “Aren’t we gonna do that now?”

“I’m fairly sure that isn’t going to happen, not this morning,” Jessica said. “Look, girls. When I spoke to Laura earlier tonight about what she saw us doing, I can tell you that she had no intention at all of — of getting involved with any of us in a sexual way. But it looks as if she was tempted anyhow, and she gave in.

“When they’re finished, Laura is going to be dealing with some very awkward feelings. She’ll probably feel guilty, even ashamed.” Jess hesitated, “I know, because… well, I was that way, a little bit, after you and I first made love, Alice.”

“I see,” Alice said, weighing her mother’s words.

“I think that your aunt will come around, once she sees the love we have for each other, how it’s more than just sex. But until then, she’ll need space, not all of us gawking at her. Rachel and I, we need to talk to Laura, to let her know that we’re not upset about what she’s done. But for now, I’d like for you girls to stay in here and let Aunt Rachel and me handle this. Understand?”

Alice gave a nod. “Yeah, Mum. Wow, I hope one day that I’m as smart as you.” Reaching out, she drew her mother into a hug.

“Okay, we’ll wait,” Bella said. “But if she does want to keep having sex, you’ll come get us, right?”

Rachel laughed, embracing her daughter. “Count on it.”

Releasing Alice, Jess glanced over at Rachel. “Shall we, then?”

“We shall,” Rachel replied. As they advanced toward the door, she looked back at the girls. “I’m sure you two can find something to do while we’re gone.”

As the door gently closed, Bella grabbed Alice’s arm and dragged her to the bed, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

The women crept quietly down the hall, making their way to Alice’s room and from there, into the bathroom, their excitement mounting as they saw the light glimmer past the connecting door on the other side. As they drew nearer, the unmistakable sound of muffled moans of pleasure could be heard. Reaching the door first, Jess peeked through the gap.

She stared for a moment, then turned to Rachel, pumped her fist and silently mouthed “YES!” Glancing back through the door to make sure that no one was looking, Jess carefully pushed the door open a few inches further, then waved Rachel over to see.

The first thing to catch the brunette’s attention was Jessica’s sister Laura — completely nude, on her knees and bent down, her mouth covering the slit of little Poppy, who was swapping heated tongue kisses with her big sister Katie. Meanwhile, Rachel’s girl Cindy stood at the foot of the bed, plunging two fingers in and out of Laura’s cunt. A second look made it clear that Cindy was also using her thumb on the older woman’s arse.

Fuck me, Rachel marvelled. And there I was, worried that ‘Auntie Laura’ might shop the lot of us to the coppers! Guess she had a change of heart… but how did it happen so quickly?

She shook her head in awe, taking in the sight of Jessica’s naked sibling. She’d always thought of Laura as attractive, and now she knew it for certain. I’d like a taste of her, she told herself, then took a sideways glance at her lover. Wonder if Jess ever thinks about her little sister that way? Then she turned back to the hot sex play, already anticipating pleasures to come.

Jess stared at the lesbian foursome, excitement pulsing inside her like a strobe light. Just a few hours ago, her sister had been distressed and confused about the incest she’d witnessed, incest involving underage girls. Now, Laura was going down on seven-year-old Poppy, lovingly trailing her tongue again and again through the child’s bare slit. How did this happen? she wondered. Not that I’m complaining, mind you.

It was the first time she’d seen her sister naked since they were teenagers, back before Laura had come out. She’s positively scrumptious, Jess thought, longing to get her hands on that shapely bum.

Her gaze shifted to Poppy and Katie as they kissed, a sight that never failed to warm Jessica’s heart… or her cunt. She’d always seen herself as a lucky mother, with daughters who genuinely loved each other. Now her children were in love, and that was even better. You could see it in the adoring looks they shared, in the passion of their kisses. Witnessing it first hand nearly moved her to tears. I want to have that kind of love with Laura, she thought. Oh, my darling sister, I really do.

Then Jess was watching Cindy, who was still working Laura’s holes with her thrusting right hand, eagerly fucking her friends’ aunt. Jessica had enjoyed some deep kissing with Cindy, but the abrupt ending to the family orgy had robbed her of the chance to make love to Rachel’s youngest the way she wanted.

Moistening her lips, Jess looked longingly at Cindy’s bare body. Soon, sweet child. I promise–

Jessica’s reverie was interrupted by a hoarse cry from Poppy, who was arching her body up from the bed, thrusting her vulva into Laura’s face. Katie grinned as she watched her baby sister come, caressing the child’s flat chest. Laura had a firm grip on Poppy’s hips, holding the girl as steady as possible while nursing on her tiny clitoris.

Cindy had ceased her thrusting, but kept her fingers buried in Laura’s vagina, occasionally twisting them a bit. Her attention was on Poppy as the girl moaned and whimpered, struggling to keep from making too much noise. Then Cindy glanced to the side, and her eyes widened as she saw Jess and Rachel, standing in the doorway to the bathroom.

Rachel quickly put a finger to her lips before her daughter could react. Cindy hesitated, then nodded, giving her mum a gleeful smile.

By then, Poppy’s rapture was beginning to wane, and Laura eased off, placing gentle kisses on her sex as the child slowly sank into the mussed sheets with a blissful sigh. Jess felt a happy warmth inside at the sight of her little girl’s contented expression. My goodness, Poppy is so beautiful when she comes.

Now that Poppy had been taken care of, Cindy appeared to take that as her cue to get back to fucking Laura with her fingers, which were still buried knuckle-deep in the woman’s cunt. Like a piston slowly starting to churn, her arm began to move.

Laura moaned, her cheek resting on Poppy’s upper thigh, and the breathless little girl reached down to stroke her aunt’s face. Katie, who was cradling Poppy’s head in her lap, bent to kiss her sister again.

Cindy’s motions were getting faster and harder, her hand making liquid sloshing sounds as she drove her fingers forward and back. “Oh, yes,” Laura said, quietly at first, her voice rising along with the intensity of her young lover’s determined thrusts. “Oh, God, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me!” Raising up on both hands, she began to push back against Cindy, taking those plunging fingers even deeper into her body.

Jess tilted her head towards the bed, signalling her lover to follow as she advanced further into the room. This time, they caught Katie’s eye, then Poppy saw them — but Jessica’s shushing motion kept the girls quiet.

Suddenly Laura was shaking violently as she came, the sodden sheets bunching up in her clenched hands. She seemed about to scream out loud, but all that issued from her throat was a whimper. Cindy was still hard at work, droplets of liquid flying with the relentless pounding of her arm.

A massive shudder jerked through the woman’s body — one, two, three, four times. Cindy paused in mid-motion, a look of uncertainty on her face, fear that she might’ve been too rough. Then Laura exhaled, slumping forward as if that released breath had been the only thing holding her up.

Katie and Poppy were leaning against the headboard in each other’s arms, enjoying the show. Now and then they flashed sweet smiles at Mummy and Auntie Rachel, who stood holding hands in front of the bathroom door.

Cindy carefully extracted her fingers from Laura’s pussy, then took them into her mouth to taste.

Laura lay limp and spent, her body shining with sweat. Taking a long, deep breath, her face half-buried in the sheets, she spoke.

“Oh my God… what have you girls done to me? This… this should never have happened. I’m not — I d-didn’t mean to… You’re my nieces, and… and you’re children, for Christ’s sake!”

Katie’s face was a picture of innocence. “But you liked it. We all did.”

Turning onto her side, Laura stared up at the young girl, a realisation dawning on her that Katie was right; she had crossed a line she never knew had been drawn.

“Now you understand,” Jess said.

The sound of her sister’s voice hit Laura like an electric shock. In a blind panic, she lurched into a clumsy sitting position, trying in vain to cover her nakedness as she gaped at Jessica and Rachel, both standing calmly before her, both completely nude.

On to Chapter 25!

 

Mother-Daughter Weekend, Part One

  • Posted on April 27, 2020 at 3:35 pm

By Haley Statton

{ This story was originally posted at Nifty in January 2004 }

Note from JetBoy: The story “Kate and Lisa” got such a positive response from you readers that I promised to post the other great lesbian story she wrote for Nifty. Here’s Part One. Enjoy, and stay safe.)

***

It was a lovely warm day in May when Julie sat at the kitchen table, waiting for her daughter Stacy to arrive home from school. She gazed from the window to the street as she saw Stacy bound up the walkway, backpack slung over her shoulder.

Julie rose and met her daughter as she came through the door. “Hey, hon.”

“Hey, Mom,” Stacy smiled.

“So… how was your last day of high school?” Julie replied, her eyes twinkling.

“Oh, it was pretty cool, we didn’t have to do much of anything but sign yearbooks.”

Julie glanced at Stacy as her daughter walked into the kitchen and set her bag down. She was so proud of her child, an honor roll student who excelled in soccer. Three different universities had already been courting her to play on scholarships this fall, and as proud as she was, Julie felt a bit wistful at her daughter leaving town for college.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, honey,” Julie said, “How does a weekend in the city sound?”

“Seriously?” Stacy looked up with a surprised smile on her face.

“Uh-huh… I thought we could get away together and have some girly time together.”

“Oh my gosh, that’s so cool!” she squealed, leaning back against the counter, “I have to be back Monday, though, because of the senior trip.”

“Of course, hon.” Her mother knew all about Stacy’s hectic social schedule in the coming week. “We’ll leave this afternoon and come back Sunday night.”

“Today? Oh my gosh, I have to pack!”

“Well, get cracking. The sooner you’re ready, the sooner we can go,” said Julie.

Stacy ran up the stairs and started furiously packing. Julie got her own suitcase and took it to the car. Stacy appeared ten minutes later and tossed her bags in the back seat.

“Did you remember your bathroom stuff?” Julie asked her daughter.

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure what clothes to bring, though… so I might have overpacked a little.”

“That’s fine… did you bring something nice to wear out?”

“Well, I brought that dress that we got last month.” Stacy was referring to a pretty, black Bebe dress that she’d found while shopping for shoes. Julie normally wouldn’t have let Stacy get something so revealing, but she saw how much her daughter loved the dress… and it did look great on her.

“Perfect. Let’s get going!”

They set out for Chicago, which was an hour’s drive away. Julie knew how much Stacy loved the city, which was why she’d chosen it for their weekend getaway. The time the two of them would have together was fast running out before Stacy departed for college, and Julie wanted a chance to spend some time with her while she could.

“Mom, thanks so much for the surprise,” Stacy grinned excitedly as they cruised down the highway, the city skyline sparkling in the distance.

“You’re welcome, honey,” she replied, placing an affectionate hand on Stacy’s thigh, “We haven’t really done anything together for a while, and I thought you deserved it.”

“Are we staying downtown?” Stacy asked.

“Yep… I think you’ll like this hotel, too,” Julie said. “I reserved massages for us both tomorrow at the spa.”

“Ohhh,” the younger gasped, “That is so cool!”

Both mother and daughter had been professionally massaged before. Julie tried to go once a month, and Stacy always loved it when she had the chance to come along.

Within minutes, they were pulling in beneath the front entrance of the hotel. The valet opened the car door for each of them, and they strolled inside to check-in. After retrieving their keycards, Julie and Stacy made their way to the 16th floor and found the room.

“Oh my gosh,” Stacy gasped as they opened the door, “This is the nicest hotel room I’ve ever seen!”

“It’s pretty ritzy, isn’t it?” Julie said with a smile.

The bellhop soon followed with their bags. Stacy amused herself by bouncing on one of the two queen beds.

“So should we do now?” Stacy slid herself to the edge of the bed.

“We could go get something to eat,” Julie said.

“Okay, should I put my dress on?”

“Sure,” Julie thought for a second, “We can go to the Hancock.”

Stacy went to the bathroom and changed, while Julie slipped into a dress of her own.

Stacy emerged about ten minutes later wearing her black dress. The delicate fabric fit her athletic body perfectly, with spaghetti straps that showed off her bare shoulders.

“What do you think?” Stacy asked, “It’s the first time I’ve had a chance to wear it.”

The adorable teen looked terrific. She had curled the ends of her straight, neck-length hair out in a perky flip, and had selected a stylish pair of black heels to accompany her outfit.

“You’re beautiful, honey,” her mother sighed, marveling once more at what a gorgeous young woman her daughter had become. “And very sexy,” she added.

“Thanks,” Stacy smiled back. “And you, Mom… wow, you look great!”

Julie had brought along a double-sheer layer patterned dress and high heels to match. At that moment, the 36-year old was every bit as much a beauty as her daughter.

The two caught a cab and rode over to the Hancock building. Once at the top, they entered the restaurant, where they managed to get a window seat in the lounge, overlooking the city.

As they sat in awe of the view, the waitress came up. “Can I get you two something to drink?” she asked.

“I’ll have a glass of Chardonnay,” Julie replied, glancing over to her daughter who was looking back at her with a mischievous smile on her face. Julie understood.

“Actually, make that two,” she added. The waitress nodded and walked away.

“This will be our little secret,” Julie smiled.

Stacy cooed with delight. “Thanks, Mom.”

The drinks came. Stacy had tasted beer before, but this would be the first time she had ever had a full glass of anything alcoholic. She cautiously took a sip. It was strange, but she liked it.

As they drank, mother and daughter chatted about all the things that they wanted to do in the city. It didn’t take very long before Stacy could feel a bit lightheaded from the wine.

“How do you feel?” Julie inquired.

“Good,” Stacy smiled wide. “Really good.” She giggled.

Julie started laughing too. “I’ll bet,” she replied.

The waitress returned, and they ordered dinner. As the sunset, the two talked at length like they hadn’t done in a long time. They finished their dinners, then enjoyed a second glass of wine.

“Whoa,” Stacy whispered, “I think I’m a little tipsy.”

Julie giggled, “That used to happen to me when your father and I went out,” she explained, “He used to joke that I was a cheap date.”

“Does that make me a cheap date?” Stacy snickered.

“Yeah,” Julie laughed at her daughter’s innocence, “I guess it does.”

“Mom?” Stacy suddenly said, “You look really lovely tonight.”

Julie smiled, feeling a bit tingly from her daughter’s words of affection. “Thank you, honey, so do you.”

“I’ve always thought that you were the most beautiful woman I know,” Stacy said shyly, reaching for her mother’s hand and squeezing it tightly.

Julie knew that the wine was affecting her daughter, but her words sounded so wonderful, just the same, “That is so sweet of you,” she replied, “I always thought you were the most beautiful girl imaginable. Now you’re a woman, and you get lovelier every day.”

Julie and Stacy smiled at one another, enjoying the bond between them, still holding hands.

Wow, this is just like a date, Stacy suddenly thought… except it’s just about the nicest date I’ve ever been on. The idea of going on a date with her mother was sort of an odd one, but she found the idea strangely inviting. What if she gave me a goodnight kiss? she thought, gazing at her mother’s soft features.

“Are you okay, honey?” Julie’s voice caused Stacy to snap back from her reverie. “You seemed a million miles away all of a sudden.”

“Oh, I’m fine,” Stacy replied, shaking her head slightly. “Could use a little fresh air, I guess.”

The check soon came and Julie paid, leaving the waitress a generous tip.

“Well, I guess we should get going,” Julie smiled, slowly rising.

“Okay,” Stacy murmured, giving her mother a sleepy smile.

They caught a cab back to the hotel. On the way, Stacy snuggled close to her mother, resting her head on Julie’s shoulder.

“Thanks for everything, Mom,” she said, looking up.

Julie looked down and met her daughter’s sparkling eyes. “You’re welcome, honey.”

Reaching down, Julie’s hand grazed Stacy’s cheek and the young girl angled her neck upward. The older woman leaned down and gently kissed her daughter on the lips. Stacy returned the kiss, then put her head back on Julie’s shoulder, allowing her hand to rest on Mom’s leg. She felt so snug, so secure, so full of love for her mother that her eyes grew misty with happiness.

Later, back in their room, both women prepared for bed. After undressing, Julie slipped into bed, wearing only a pair of panties, as she normally did when sleeping. Stacy came out of the bathroom in a t-shirt and panties and walked over to the bed. Her mom sat propped up slightly in the opposite bed, a sheet covering her body.

Stacy paused for a moment. Cuddling with her mother in the cab had been so nice that she suddenly found herself unwilling to break the spell.

“Mom?” she asked, “Would you mind if I slept with you tonight?”

Julie was a little surprised but then smiled. “Not at all, baby.”

“You don’t think it’s weird or anything, do you?” Stacy asked quietly. “I just wanted to… to be near you.”

“Not at all,” she replied with a grin. “It’ll be nice to have someone to keep me warm.”

Julie pulled back the sheet, revealing her bare breasts. Stacy slid her lithe body in next to her mom, and Julie spooned her daughter. She could feel how tight and well-toned Stacy’s body was against hers. She draped an arm over her daughter’s waist, resting a hand on the softness of her tummy. She could feel the subtle curve of Stacy’s breasts against her arm. Julie’s nipples were brushing against the fabric of her daughter’s shirt, and it couldn’t help but feel good.

Julie pulled the blanket over both of them.

“I love you, Mom,” Stacy breathed, placing a warm hand on her mother’s thigh.

“I love you too, honey.”

Stacy drifted to sleep while Julie traced the lines of her daughter’s face. She moved her hand from atop the young girl’s belly, placing it on Stacy’s hip. God, it did feel nice to have a warm, soft female body next to hers. She hadn’t been in bed with another woman since college…

A sudden flash of arousal spiraled through Julie as, for the first time in several years, she recalled those nights of sweet lovemaking with Sophie. Wonder whatever happened to her? she thought. Julie hadn’t made love with another woman since then, but the feel of Stacy’s body snuggled up to hers did bring back sweet memories of just how special it had been.

Enough. This was not the kind of thing she should be thinking of while in bed with her own daughter. Go to sleep.

Julie’s pelvis slid against Stacy’s bottom, and she sighed deeply as she slowly drifted into slumber.

***

Stacy’s eyes opened slowly the next morning. Her head had been nestled into the pillow, just inches away from her mother’s bare breasts. She recalled the night before and felt slightly embarrassed that she’d asked Mom to share her bed.

A glance told her that Julie was still asleep. Stacy just lay quietly for a minute, examining the beauty of her mother’s body. It’s nice to be close to her like this… She wished for a second that she’d slept topless like her mother so that they could have snuggled bare skin to bare skin.

She gently drew the sheet down that covered their bodies, revealing Julie’s hips and thighs. She’d always admired her mother’s curvaceous hips. The g-string her mother wore was now clearly in view, the silk fabric seemingly clinging to her crotch, outlining her mound.

She hadn’t ever really seen her mother like this before; never had the chance to notice how beautiful her body was. Not wanting to wake her, Stacy just stared, enthralled by the woman’s loveliness.

Without thinking about it, she reached out and placed a hand on her mom’s hip, just over the strap of her panties. As she gently stroked down a soft thigh, Julie took a deep breath and her eyes slowly flickered open. Startled at first by the presence of Stacy in her bed, she gave her daughter a sweet smile.

“Morning,” Julie said.

Stacy patted her mother’s hip. “Morning.”

Julie was pleasantly surprised at the sight of her daughter’s sweet face before hers. It wasn’t something she was used to seeing in the morning, and she liked it. Conscious of the loving bond between them both, she reached up to touch Stacy’s cheek.

“How did you sleep, honey?” she wondered.

“Good,” the teen grinned, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious about touching her mother’s body. Taking her hand away, she rose from the bed, “Want some coffee?”

“Sure.”

Feeling slightly jumpy and tingly for some reason, Stacy fetched the coffee pot. Filling it in the bathroom sink, she emptied it into the machine and started it. Julie rose and found a shirt, tugging it over her head. She watched her daughter walk back to the bathroom, pausing to admire her youthful beauty.

“Wow, we slept in,” Julie gasped, looking at the clock which read 10:33.

“When’s the massage scheduled for?”

“Noon,” her mother replied, “We could order some breakfast, shower and then go down to the spa.”

“Room service?” Stacy stood wide-eyed, “Yeah… totally!”

Julie smiled and picked up the phone. She called down for a continental breakfast for two. Minutes later, a knock was on the door and an attendant brought a large tray in. Julie grabbed the luggage stand and the gentleman set the tray down.

“I think I could get used to this,” the younger one laughed as she removed the cover of the tray.

Mother and daughter ate the various pastries on the tray, and each had a glass of orange juice. Soon after, they took turns in the shower. Each dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, knowing they would be taking them off down at the spa.

“Well, it’s only 11:30… but we could go down there now,” Julie said, glancing at the clock again.

Stacy agreed, and they left the room for the spa.

On to Part Two!

 

A Mother’s Plea, Chapter 2

  • Posted on April 22, 2020 at 3:35 pm

By 3 Fingers Neat

The parking lot emptied and I found myself sitting in my car, staring straight ahead at nothing. Karen, the mother of one of my students, had just asked me to make love to her daughter.

I played her comments over and over in my mind: “She has a crush on you.” “Do you know whose name Chelsea moans when she’s fingering herself?” “Her bottom in a pair of panties is perfection, and her nipples are constantly poking through her tops when she’s cold. It’s just too much for me.”

I struggled with everything I’d heard, but it all added up to this: the mother of my favorite student, Chelsea, the darling eleven-year-old I’d fantasized about for months, had just offered her little girl to me to take as a lover.

My name is Kim Johnson. I’m a teacher at Spiritview Elementary School in Washington state, going into my third year there teaching fifth grade. I love my job. I can’t describe the joy it gives me, watching a young mind open up to new things. Of course, some kids take a while to grasp a subject, but that’s where I try all that much harder to help them learn. The reward of seeing that “Aha” moment in a child’s eyes, when a new concept becomes clear for the first time… that is why I teach.

I’ve had more than a few students that other teachers told me were lost causes. Can you imagine a teacher saying that about a student, much less a fifth grader? That’s when I do my utmost to help that student prove them wrong. Some kids have simply never learned how to learn. With these, I teach them to tackle their lessons one step at a time. I remind them that “Learning is like playing with building blocks. You put one block in place, then another and another until you’ve built a skyscraper of knowledge.” Kids need to know that it’s okay if they don’t have all the answers, as long as they possess the tools to get the information they need.

I first noticed Chelsea during my first year at Spiritview, when she was in third grade. Even then, she stood out.

Late one afternoon, early that year, I heard a commotion in the hall outside my classroom. When I stepped out to investigate, I found Jack, one of my more difficult fifth graders, being pushed back by a little blonde, all four feet, four inches of her. Jack was easily six inches taller, but the blonde wasn’t giving an inch as she defended another girl from Jack’s teasing.

I covered the distance to the fracas in an instant, grabbed Jack by the collar of his jacket and dragged him towards the principal’s office. With a quick glance over my shoulder I told the girls, “You’re coming, too!” as Jack scrambled to keep up with his jacket. I noticed that the blonde had an arm around her friend, telling her that she didn’t do anything wrong and not to be worried about seeing the principal.

Ms. Randall, our principal, asked to see the kids one at a time so she could determine the facts of the disagreement. The blonde stepped forward and, pointing an accusing finger at Jack, announced, “He did it. He was teasing Emily about her hair. She didn’t do anything wrong.”

Ms. Randall was taken aback, but calm in her response to the feisty little blonde. “You’re Chelsea Walker,” she said, then turned to the other girl, “and you’re Emily Foster. Is that correct? You’re both in Mr. Cooper’s third-grade homeroom?”

The girls nodded, then Chelsea spoke up again. “Emily didn’t do anything. She just got a new short haircut, and Jack was making fun of her for it.”

“Chelsea, we’ll get to the bottom of this. Let’s give Emily a chance to tell me what happened.” Emily was asked to go first and Jack was firmly instructed to wait in one of the chairs right outside the principal’s outer office, an area known to the other students as “Death Row.” That left Chelsea and me in the main office, where I got my first chance to introduce myself and take a good look at her.

“Chelsea, that was very brave, the way you stood up for your friend. My name is Ms. Johnson,” I said, extending a hand.

She reached out and shook it. “Is Emily going to get in trouble?”

“No, Chelsea. I think it’s pretty clear what happened. I’ll make sure to tell Ms. Randall what I saw.”

She broke into a dazzling smile. “Thank you, Ms. Johnson. You’re the best!”

While Emily and Jack took turns telling their sides of the event, I had a chance to sit and chat with Chelsea. I’ll admit that I was captivated by her from the start. Her long blonde hair, cute upturned nose and ready smile reminded me of a young Natalie Dormer. What stole my heart, though, was the way she focused all her attention on me, hanging on my every word. There I sat, a twenty-seven-year-old woman, in awe of a nine-year-old girl’s ability to make me feel like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I fell in love with Chelsea that day.

After that rather unconventional meeting, Chelsea and I became good friends, though I was careful not to let my deepest feelings show. When we passed in the hall, we would exchange high-fives. She regularly dropped by just to talk, and when she needed advice, she would find her way to my classroom.

The summer before Chelsea entered fifth grade, I was excited to see her name on my homeroom list. On the first day of school, she was the first to arrive to class and immediately ran to me, arms wide, for a big hug. It was a great start to the school year.

Our growing closeness led to Chelsea inviting me to attend her soccer game, a request I was only too happy to accept. The chance to see her running around the playing field in cute shorts was too tempting to resist.

That was where I ran into her mother Karen, who proceeded to inform me that she knew I had a crush on her little girl, just from the way I was watching her out on the field. While I was trying to deny the plain truth, all the while looking around for the nearest exit, Karen hit me with a couple more bombshells. She, too, was sexually attracted to Chelsea, and her fear of giving in to temptation and making a move on her daughter was so great that she came up with the solution of finding the girl a grownup lover, namely me.

I was still seated in my car nearly an hour after the game had ended, the parking lot all but abandoned. My mind was working overtime, sorting through the conversation I’d had with Karen.

She had it all worked out. The day after Thanksgiving, I would take Chelsea away for the weekend. She and her husband Jim had rented a cabin in the mountains for a few days, and they would put Chelsea and me up in a nice hotel downtown until Monday morning, when I would drive the two of us to school. Jim was taking Chelsea to dinner that evening, so Karen invited me to drop by her house while they were gone to discuss the plan.

I looked at my watch and saw it was close to twelve-thirty. Chelsea and her father were leaving at four, so I had time to get home and go for a quick run to clear my head before I showered and got dressed up to visit Karen.

When I arrived at the Walker house, Jim and Chelsea were just leaving. I met them halfway up the stone path to the front door, and Chelsea immediately threw her arms around my waist. “Mom said you were coming over. She’s inside, making some of her yummy crab puffs. I’m so glad you came to my soccer game today! Do you like my dress? It’s new.” Stepping away, she did a pirouette for me.

Jim smiled down at his daughter, then extended a hand to me. “Don’t you wish everyone had that much enthusiasm?” he said as we shook.

“Mr. Walker, you should see her at school. This little rascal is like that all day long. It’s all I can do to keep up with her! And, yes, Chelsea, I love your dress.”

“Thanks!” she squealed, actually blushing.

“Please, call me Jim,” said Chelsea’s father. “When I’m traveling and I call to tuck my daughter in, she’s going on and on about the fun she had in your class that day. Chelsea’s a very lucky girl to have a great teacher like you.”

“Oh, I’m the lucky one, Jim. I wish all my kids were as kind, attentive and fun as she is.” Remembering that they were headed out to dinner, I asked, “Where are you going to eat?”

Jim gave me a wink. “It’s a surprise. I can tell you it has a killer view and fantastic food. We’d better be shoving off, actually; they’re really tight with the reservations at this place.” He took his daughter by the hand, and they made their way toward his Lexus. As he opened the door for her, Jim called out, “Enjoy the crab puffs. Chelsea’s right — They’re the best!”

“Bye, Ms. Johnson!” Chelsea cried before she climbed into the passenger’s seat. “Will you still be here when we get home?”

“I imagine I will,” I replied.

“Cool!” she exclaimed, flashing me a grin before pulling the car door closed.

As I watched them drive away, I heard Karen’s voice from the front porch. “Thanks for dropping by, Kim. Now, come on in before the food gets cold.”

After shutting the door behind me, Karen closed the distance between us and wrapped her arms around the small of my back, drawing me to her. “Kim, as of right now, you’re no longer Chelsea’s teacher. You’re my friend. Capiche?” The gentle kiss on my lips that followed clearly made the point that this was anything but a parent-teacher conference. “Come. I’ve got us set up on the back porch. The infrared heaters are on, so it’s nice and toasty.”

Seizing my hand, Karen led me towards the back of the house. The entire way there, I studied her petite figure with interest. It was evident that her workout program was getting great results. She stood barefoot in a pair of Levi 501’s that she filled perfectly, and a loose-knit gray sweater over a white blouse. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back in natural waves that caught the light as we moved through the rooms.

The back porch was dimly lit — just a string of small bulbs that ran along the railing and the underwater lights in the pool. There was a bottle of white wine and two glasses, set to accompany a plate of vegetables and a covered dish I assumed to be the promised crab puffs. Karen offered me a seat opposite her on a small couch, one of two that were adjacent from each other. We’d be able to curl up, each in our own corner, yet only inches apart.

I sat, expecting Karen to join me, but she remained standing. “Now that the family is gone, I can get comfortable.” With that, she removed the sweater. As she shook her hair out I saw she was wearing a thin white buttoned blouse that was opened to show her cleavage, her hard nipples visible through the material. No bra. “There. Now, I’m comfortable.”

“Very nice,” was all I could think to say.

Seating herself on the other couch, Karen poured us each a glass of wine. “Here’s to a new friendship,” she toasted, and we clinked glasses.

I glanced around, taking in the view. “Karen, your house and backyard are beautiful, and I love this patio. Do you and Jim spend much time out here together?”

She laughed. “Funny, but we never have. In fact, I don’t remember a time that Jim has ever sat on these couches, except when we have friends over or during one of our pool parties.”

“That’s really too bad. It’s so relaxing out here.” I took another sip from my glass. This wine is amazing, by the way. Oh, and how about one of those famous crab puffs? They’re all I’ve heard about since I got here.”

After a few glasses of wine, and more than a few crab puffs, I put a hand up when offered more. “Karen, those are delicious, but I’m full. This time it’s my turn to ask you for the recipe.”

“Thanks. I’ll email it to you. How about a tour of the homestead?” she said, adding “Bring your wine,” when I said yes.

The house was amazing, as nicely put together as she was. In fact, the more time I spent with Karen, the more impressed I became. She did yoga, ran and swam to stay in shape, and collected glass figurines, all while running a household and a successful one-woman marketing consultation business. As we passed a gorgeous baby grand piano, I asked if she played. I was stunned when she sat down to regale me with a short offering of Chopin. I was quickly becoming enamored with my new friend.

The final room we toured was Chelsea’s, a typical eleven-year-old girl’s living space. A bit messy and cluttered with some toys scattered about, decorated with posters from her favorite movies and TV shows. I was surprised to see that she’d put up quite a few photos of our class around the edge of her vanity mirror, mostly with me in them.

I stood at the foot of her bed and, gazing wistfully, imagined Chelsea sleeping there. Karen moved behind me and wrapped both arms around my waist, her face touching mine. “I know what you’re thinking. You’re imagining Chelsea lying in that bed, aren’t you? Maybe in a cute little nightie… maybe in nothing at all.”

“I am. I won’t lie to you. I think about her all the time. And yes, I do love to picture her naked.” I paused. “Are you truly serious about wanting me to make love to her?”

Karen slipped her hands under my blouse. My small breasts don’t require a bra, so much of the time, I don’t bother with one. I nearly swooned as she fondled my breasts and now very erect nipples.

“I want that more than anything,” she said. “Well, what I really want is to undress my daughter, then pleasure every inch of her beautiful body with my hands and mouth.”

“Oh, Karen, I want that too,” I whispered.

“I know that moms aren’t supposed to do those kinds of things to their little girls,” she continued. “But I want Chelsea to have a lover, to find out how good it can be with a woman before she starts thinking about boys.” She placed a warm kiss on my neck, making me sigh. “That’s where you come in.”

Karen lightly pinched my nipples, rolling them between her fingers and thumbs. The effect was immediate, a rush of warmth surging between my legs that made me dizzy.  My head lolled back against her shoulder and I breathed in the scent of Karen’s skin, feeling her right-hand travel down my tummy to the top of a very damp pair of panties.

As her fingers slid past my freshly shaved mound, Karen whispered, “You like to look at Chelsea’s ass. I’ve seen your eyes on it. I bet you want to cup that pretty bottom with both hands, while her naked body is pressed against yours.” She traced the opening of my cunt with a finger, making me whimper. “Do you fantasize about spreading her cheeks apart, then lightly stroking that sweet little rosebud with your finger? Or would you prefer to lick her there… the tip of your tongue gliding up and down through Chelsea’s crack? Do you dream of rimming little girls, Kim?”

“Yes!” I cried, past the point of knowing or caring. I felt my knees starting to buckle as Karen teased me closer and closer to release. “Please, please make me come.”

Karen braced me from falling as a massive orgasm raged through my body. I was filled with visions of Chelsea. The feel of her, the taste of her skin, her smell, the sound of the girl calling out my name as I gave her pleasure. I whispered that lovely name as my climax reached its peak — wanting her, needing her.

I came down from this sexual high, tiny shivers running through my body. Karen held me tightly against her, not letting me fall. Finally steadying myself, I turned to take her in my arms and assaulted her lips, cheeks and neck with kisses, whispering, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Soon enough, my gratitude had hardened into raw, naked lust. I all but tore Karen’s blouse off, then my lips found her nipples. I licked and playfully bit those hard nubs, my hands gliding down until I was clutching her denim-covered ass. Dropping to my knees, I unbuttoned her 501’s and slid them to the ground, then pulled them off, followed by her thong. Quickly rising, I grabbed Karen’s ass with both hands, lifted her up, then threw her onto Chelsea’s bed. She landed with a bounce, and I was on top of her in an instant.

Looking deep into her eyes, I said, “Now, I’m going to show you what I want to do to your daughter,” and kissed her passionately.

Breaking away, I stood up and stripped out of my clothes, then knelt at the foot of the bed, grabbed Karen by the hips and dragged her ass to the edge. In one motion, I shoved her knees apart and back, so her pussy and anus were entirely exposed to me.

Without hesitation, my lips smothered her asshole in a deep, hungry kiss. I made my tongue into a point and speared it into her, then licked my new lover from her anus to her clit.

Karen grabbed my head, her fingers entwined in my hair as she held me between her legs. “That! Do that! Don’t stop,” she begged. “Oh, God, yes. Fuck me with your tongue!”

Over and over, I licked the cleft of her sex until I felt Karen’s thighs tense, trapping my head between them as she came. Her orgasm was intense, and I had to brace myself as she twisted and bucked beneath me. Her sweet cream flowed copiously into my waiting mouth and I drank down every drop as if it, alone, could sustain me for life.

Her legs loosened their vice-like grip, and I crawled up to lie beside Karen’s body. Spent, we kissed gently, but with genuine passion.

After a few minutes of cuddling, Karen said, “I have a surprise for you.” She jumped up from the bed and opened Chelsea’s closet. I saw her delve into a laundry hamper and paw through its contents, soon emerging with a handful of dirty panties.

“My, my… what do we have here?” she cooed. Sitting back down on the bed with legs crossed, she deposited four or five pairs of Chelsea’s undies between us. I sat up so that we were facing each other, looking down at the colorful pile.

I reached for a peppermint-striped pair of panties and Karen slapped my hand away. “Oh, no. Look, but don’t touch.” She picked up a pale blue pair of cotton underpants and held them up with both hands. “She wore these yesterday. I know because she paraded around the house in them all day long. God, she is adorable in these. I’m not sure if Chelsea knew what she was doing to me, but the effect was still the same. By the end of the day, all I wanted was to kneel before my little girl, take hold of the waistband, slide them down to her ankles and… well, I’ll leave it at that.” She sighed. “I knew I had to talk to you soon, or I might do something with my daughter that I would regret.”

Karen opened the panties, peering inside, then glanced up at me with an impish smile. “You know… it looks to me as if she might have masturbated in these.”

I was trembling inside. “Can I see? Please?”

Turning Chelsea’s panties inside out, Karen held the gusset up for me to see. She was right — traces of Chelsea’s juices lingered there.

Karen brought those pretty blue panties to within an inch of my face. “Smell them,” she whispered.

I began to roll my nipples between fingers and thumbs, breathing in Chelsea’s essence. It was an earthy, yet delicate fragrance that made my heart race. I looked up into Karen’s eyes just as a small orgasm shuddered through me.

“Wow! I’ve never seen anyone come from just playing with their nipples before,” she said, grinning with delight. “That’s crazy.”

With that, I grabbed the striped pair of panties from the pile and held them right under Karen’s nose. “Smell them. You know you want to.” She hesitated, but quickly succumbed to her passion and inhaled the musky scent of her daughter.

Taking the panties from me, Karen pressed them to her face as I leaned down and took one of her nipples between my lips to suck. In a short time, she had her own orgasm.

“Oh, my God! That was wild. I can’t believe you got me off that way,” Karen said. “That was amazing.”

“Oh, I’m a woman of many talents,” I told her.

I saw her expression turn from astonished to predatory.  “Well, it’s my turn now, and I’m gonna make you fucking scream.”

Karen shoved me back and rolled me over so I was face down in the covers on Chelsea’s bed, covers that were perfumed with the smell of her. Karen positioned herself between my legs, lifting my hips up enough to leave my ass crack fully exposed to her. I felt her hands spreading my cheeks apart, then she lightly blew against my tightest hole so I could feel it inside. That was how I knew that Karen had me wide open.

Pressing my face deeper into the pillow, still bathing in the scent of Chelsea, I waited, my body taut as piano wire, for what I hoped and prayed would come next. I wasn’t disappointed — as I felt the tip of Karen’s tongue as she began to rim my asshole.

A shiver raced through me, and I raised my face from the pillow just long enough to gasp, “Fuck! Mmmm, Karen, that feels so good. Please, don’t stop.”

As her tongue probed the opening of my anus, Karen slid a hand between my legs, seeking the wetness that flowed there. She began to finger me, using her thumb to tease my clit. For the third time, I was building to a climax brought on by my beautiful, attentive lover.

But before I could come, Karen raised her face from my ass and quickly replaced her tongue with a finger. In one stroke, she pushed her finger into my rectum, right up to the third knuckle. A split second later, she shoved two fingers into my cunt. I thrust a hand down there to maul my clit while Karen fucked me in both holes.

Seconds later, I came, nearly screaming the house down. I rode the wave as far as it would take me, then went limp, slumping over onto my side.

Karen laid down next to me and, with a bad-girl grin, proffered her hand, which was glistening with wetness. We came together to lick and suck her fingers, cleaning them of my juices, then our mouths met in a delightfully messy kiss.

She finally broke away, her expression wistful. “Kim, we need to get cleaned up. Jim and Chelsea will be home soon. We’ve got just enough time to take a quick shower, make ourselves presentable and tidy up her bed.”

When Jim and Chelsea arrived half an hour later, they found us seated on the back porch, each sipping from a glass of wine. Chelsea was over the top about her evening. She and her father had dined at the top of the Space Needle, then took in a showing of Frozen 2.

We chatted for a while longer, then Karen told Chelsea to give me a goodbye hug, then get ready for bed. I took the child in my arms and held her, trying to convey every bit of the love I felt in that warm embrace.

Once I’d released her, I said my own goodbyes. Mother and daughter saw me out, and I thanked Karen for a lovely evening. They made their way back toward the front door, and Karen glanced back to give me a smoldering look that said everything about the delights we’d just shared. Chelsea turned to wave one last time before the door closed.

As I drove away I knew I’d sleep well, dreaming of an amazingly passionate woman and her beautiful daughter.

***

About fifteen minutes after Kim’s departure, Karen went to Chelsea’s room to tuck her daughter in. “I’m glad you had a great evening, little one,” she said. I can see why you like Ms. Johnson so much. We had a wonderful evening getting to know each other.”

“Oh, Mommy, I knew you’d like her. She’s the best.”

“Goodnight, darling,” Karen said, turning off the light.

“G’night, Mommy,” Chelsea replied before her mother closed the door.

Snuggling into the blankets, Chelsea thought about that nice hug Ms. Johnson had given her. She’d always loved how her teacher smelled, and being in the woman’s arms had given her the opportunity to fall into that sweet aroma, letting it surround her completely.

As the child closed her eyes, slowly drifting into slumber, it seemed as if she could still detect it somehow, the enchanting scent of the teacher that she loved so very much.

On to Chapter Three!

 

Sena, Elle and Me

  • Posted on April 19, 2020 at 3:24 pm

Author Unknown

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

***

I was thirty-two when I divorced my husband. Thirty-two and free at last. Free, embarking on a new life with my fourteen-year-old daughter Elle. A future filled with uncertainty, risk and opportunity. What would I make of it?

A bit intimidated by my new circumstances, I sought support from a group of newly divorced women who met weekly at the local library. Most were about my age, some a little younger, some older.

One woman, however, stood out immediately. Sena was different not only because she was by far the youngest – maybe twenty-two – but also because she was so beautiful. She had long blonde hair, a slender but shapely body with perfect lines, and a manner that suggested confidence and humor. All of us were charmed by her presence. She was a delight.

After my fourth meeting with the group I found myself walking out the door with Sena. I couldn’t resist telling her how much I liked her, her humor, her stories. She chatted me up very naturally and I found myself at a Starbucks talking with her. We were there for hours.

When we got up to go, Sena suggested we meet the coming Friday night at a place more interesting than a coffee shop. She took a napkin and wrote an address on it along with 10pm Friday. I said I would be there. When I asked Sena what I should wear, she simply stated, “It’s a club… look hot.” I laughed and said I would try.

Before Friday came I went shopping. I was on a mission to find something hot. I told myself that it was for the guys I might meet with Sena, but now I know that was not true… I wanted to look hot for her. Each day heading towards Friday I was more and more consumed by thoughts of her. Thinking about how beautiful she was, how sexy.

When Friday finally came, I kissed my daughter Elle goodnight. She had made a big deal over my new clothes. My short skirt and low cut blouse had made her stare and exclaim, “Wow!” We laughed about how I was back on the market, out looking for a man… I couldn’t possibly tell her the truth, about how I was dressed up for a young woman only a few years older than she was. What would she think? How would she feel? Besides, I hadn’t admitted it to myself yet… how could I explain it to my daughter?

I got to the club a little early. It was a nice place, quiet and dark with a small dance floor and an oak bar with brass trimmings. As I started to look around, I noticed that there were more than a few beautiful women hanging in the bar. Not only were they beautiful, but many of them were quite young, about Sena’s age or a little older.

Then I noticed that there were no men anywhere to be seen. How could a club with so many hot girls not have any men ogling them, trying to score? Finally, I noticed that more than a few of the women appeared to be paired up. Had Sena suggested we meet at a lesbian bar? The thought thrilled me to the core.

I looked again for Sena. Where was she? Here I was, alone, dressed to attract sex, in a lesbian bar. Was Sena into girls? Did she come here often? Why did she ask me to come here? Did she sense my attraction to her? Was she attracted to me?

My mind raced, considering all these possibilities. I kept looking for Sena, but she still hadn’t arrived. Then I noticed some of the women looking at me. Trying to appear nonchalant, I walked over to the bar and perched on a stool. The bartender looked like she was still in college, wearing a black halter top that exposed the sexiest tan tummy. As she asked me what I wanted, I could only think about how hot she looked. I ordered a martini.

Dressed as I was, I realized that I appeared to be looking for action. The fact that I actually was a woman looking for action in a lesbian bar never really occurred to me. Although I tried to resist it, I was getting hot just by being in the club. I found myself striking poses that casually revealed my body to any woman there who might be interested. I found myself looking around to see if anyone was interested.

To my left at a small table were two women staring at me and whispering to each other. I felt heat between my legs. To my right was an older woman, very striking in appearance, who was also looking.

Then from across the room, a young girl with short black hair was walking towards me. She looked right into my eyes as she passed through the tables and worked her way to me at the bar.

She was hot, very hot. Her short black dress highlighted her small yet perfectly proportioned tits and long beautiful legs. Her neck was so tantalizing that I found myself wanting to bury my face in it. I suspected that she could seduce anyone. Then I realized she could seduce me, right here at this bar, in front of all these women.

“Buy you a drink?” is all she said, her eyes penetrating into my soul.

I felt myself becoming anxious. This young girl was hitting on me. Everyone could see her do it. Everyone could see me, see how I was dressed, see how she was coming on to me. Everyone would think I was into girls, that I was looking for lesbian sex, that I was gay.

The bartender set down my martini and said, “Sure, Stacie. You can pay for this one. What do you want?”

Stacie never took her eyes off me. “Get me whatever she’s having.”

I never said anything. I just sat on the stool as she looked into my eyes. I felt her gaze as it moved down to my breasts. She wasn’t subtle about looking at them, just stared and quietly said, “Nice.” Then she looked back into my eyes and asked, “First time?”

I couldn’t even answer her. My head was spinning. I felt the heat between my legs. She just smiled at me as I remained mute, probably looking overwhelmed by her mere presence, her interest in me, her lust. I didn’t know what to say, but I knew that if she wanted to fuck me -– to take me home or even lead me into the restroom in the back and have me there -– she could do it. Who was I to stop her?

“Jesus, Stacie,” said a familiar voice coming from behind me. “You’re always after the newbies.”

It was Sena. She had arrived and was taking charge. “This one is with me.”

Stacie looked at Sena, then back at me. Getting up, she said, “Enjoy your drinks.” She turned and walked away.

As I stared at Stacie leaving, Sena whispered in my ear, “She’s gorgeous, but a bit much for you right now, don’t you think?” Then she lightly kissed my ear.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well,” Sena explained, “before you had finished that drink, Stacie would have had her tongue in your mouth and her hand in your panties. And she would have done it right here at the bar, as publicly as possible. There’s even a chalk board in the little girl’s room that keeps her scores posted… a bit of an inside joke.”

The bartender arrived with a drink for Sena, who slipped a ten-dollar bill into the redhead’s shirt pocket with a wink. It was obvious that she was a regular here.

She held up her glass for a toast. “To a wonderful evening,” she said softly. We clinked glasses and drank, then Sena put her drink down and brushed my hand with her fingertips. “God, you look hot tonight…”

A few feet away from us, a tall young woman greeted a teenage girl with a full-body embrace and a steamy kiss. Well, I certainly couldn’t pretend I didn’t know what was going on now.

“So…” I slowly said, “this is a lesbian bar.”

“The girl’s perceptive,” Sena laughed.

“So…” I again slowly mused, “are you a lesbian?”

“Well,” Sena explained, “technically I’m bisexual, having been married and all. But I guess that’s why I got divorced… I couldn’t stop fucking college girls. My husband couldn’t handle it. In all honesty, I’m pretty much done with men.”

“So…” I slowly mused for a third time, “why did you ask me here? Do you like me? I mean, are you interested in me?”

“What’s not to like?” Sena replied with a suggestive smile. “Tell you what, let’s take these drinks to a booth near the back and find out how we feel about each other.”

Sena grabbed her drink and my hand, and we headed towards the back of the bar. My heart was pounding with excitement. I didn’t know what to expect. But maybe, just maybe, before I finished my drink Sena would be kissing me just like that woman I had just seen. We slid into a booth and sat close to each other, looking into each other’s eyes.

***

When I awoke the next morning in Sena’s bed, her apartment was quiet except for the clicking of computer keys. I looked at the empty pillow next to me and realized my beautiful Sena, my new lover, my very first lesbian fuck, was already up and apparently hard at work. Still naked, I followed the clicking sound into her study.

There she was, my delightful Sena, naked at the computer, checking her email. I came up behind her, cupped both her breasts with my hands and kissed her neck.

“Mmmm, that feels good,” was all she said as she finished her last email. “But don’t get me started, not until I’ve made coffee.”

Then Sena got up and motioned for me to sit at the computer. “Click around. There are lots of cool things to see on my computer,” she told me with a sly smile.

As she went into the kitchen to make coffee, I sat down and started looking at the different folders on the screen. Sena called from the kitchen, “Click the folder named ‘The Best’ and then open up the folders in there that look interesting to you.”

I found the folder, clicked on it, and saw that it was filled with many subfolders. I clicked on one named ‘Sisters’ and suddenly found myself looking at an extraordinarily beautiful pair of girls – identical twins – kissing each other!

As I clicked through a series of pictures of these sexy twins, I started to tingle all over. They went from kissing to finger fucking to dildo action. The last picture showed one twin licking the asshole of the other. Needless to say, I was getting very wet.

The next picture was of a different pair of sisters, going at it just as hard and looking just as sexy as the first pair. I quickly moved through a few dozen of these loving sisters before trying another folder.

I saw one named “College” and opened it to find tons of young girls, all sexy, all really cute, all either making out or fucking. Seeing these pictures of sexy girls getting it on made me even hotter. I started to wonder why I hadn’t done that while I was in college.

Then Sena was sitting on the floor next to me. She reached for the mouse, closed that folder, looked me in the eye, and said, “Time to get serious now.” I thought she was going to take me right there, right in front of her computer. Instead, Sena clicked on another folder named “Young.”

The first picture hooked me instantly. It was of two very, very young girls – very young and very attractive. Their bodies looked about twelve, but the sex in their eyes made them look experienced, lustful, ready to fuck.

They were wearing skimpy halter tops and panties. Their slender, childish bodies were exquisite. As Sena clicked through the series I saw the young girls kiss, feel each other up, strip one another naked, lick and kiss each other’s nipples, finger each other’s hairless cunts. As I looked at the last picture in the series where one little girl ate out her little friend, Sena took my hand and put it on my cunt. I immediately started masturbating right in front of my lover, masturbating to pictures of very young girls making love.

Sena showed me picture after picture of young girls: twelve-year-old girls kissing and touching; thirteen-year-old girls masturbating while they looked at skin magazines; groups of young girls getting naked, getting excited, fucking each other… older girls with younger girls; younger girls with even younger girls… I masturbated harder and harder at the sight of their budding breasts, their firm little nipples, their hairless cunts, the desire in their young eyes.

As soon as I saw the next series, however, I realized it would put me over the top. It was called “Moms.”

The first shot was of a very young girl, maybe fifteen, very pretty, very tan, with absolutely exquisite breasts. She had the sexiest little body… athletic, trim, and incredibly hot. With her was a woman, an older woman who looked like she might be the girl’s mother. As I saw more of the pictures in the series, I realized: that’s exactly who she was.

They were mother and daughter, they were naked, they were about to make love. As they kissed hotly, I moaned out loud. As the next photo revealed the girl sucking on her mom’s nipples, a soft “Yes,” escaped my lips.

As the mom fingered her daughter, I started to come. As the girl used her tongue to lick her mom’s cunt, I came and I came hard. It was the most powerful orgasm of my life, and I got it by masturbating to pornography, masturbating to the sight of a beautiful mom fucking her hot young daughter, masturbating right in front of Sena.

When it was over and my body belonged to me once again, Sena, licking at my nipples, raised her face to smile wickedly at me. “That will give you something to think about,” she whispered.

I was still a little too hazy from my pleasure to respond to what Sena had said, but she had planted a picture in my mind. I looked again at the series of pictures of the mom and daughter fucking, already feeling hungry for more lovemaking. I grabbed Sena and took her right there on the floor, licking her pussy until she begged me to stop.

***

Over the next two weeks Sena and I saw each other often. We fucked like animals each time we got together. These sex sessions were often over lunch or at some other time that wouldn’t make my daughter suspicious.

When Sena and I met at night, it could be frustrating, my having to be back home early so as not to make Elle wonder what I was doing. Sena was very patient with all this, very understanding. She never gave me a hard time about keeping our relationship a secret from my daughter.

For weeks, I was planning my sex life around Elle’s schedule. Then one day, unexpectedly, she asked permission to spend the night at her friend Annie’s house. I tried to play it cool, act like I was thinking about it. Eventually I told Elle that it was okay with me, as long as she got her schoolwork done before she went.

When I told Sena about it, I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. We would finally be able to spend the night together again! Sena was thrilled, and suggested she come over to my place this time. We both looked forward to Saturday.

I had told Sena to come over to the house around 4 PM because my daughter was supposed to have left by then for the sleepover. But then Annie called to let Elle know that she was running late, and to come over at 5 PM instead. When Sena arrived, Elle was still home, lying out back in a bikini sunning herself. Elle couldn’t see us from the patio, so I let Sena kiss me once she was inside the front door.

As we kissed, it was obvious how hot we were for each other. Sena immediately started pulling at my clothes and I wanted to let her, I wanted her to fuck me right there in the entry hall. But instead I told her, “We can’t, not just yet. My daughter’s still here. Don’t worry, she’ll be leaving soon.”

“Okay, that’s cool,” Sena replied.

“You can kiss me again, though,” I said, reaching for my lover.

As Sena’s mouth met mine, we both heard the back door open, which meant that Elle was coming back inside. Sena and I quickly drew apart, made sure we were both presentable, then I led her to the kitchen to meet my daughter for the first time.

I made the introductions, and we began to chat. Sena was her usual charming self, and Elle took to her right away. After a few minutes, Elle said she needed to get ready to leave.

While she was upstairs getting dressed, Sena simply said, “You have a beautiful daughter.” Then she came over to me to sneak a little kiss and give my ass a squeeze. I was anxious for Elle to leave so that Sena and I could fuck.

Finally, Elle came down the stairs, dressed in jeans and a shirt, an overnight bag slung over her shoulder. She shook hands again with Sena, gave me a kiss and hug goodbye, and left to walk to her friend’s house. As I watched her walk down the street, she turned and waved goodbye.

As soon as Elle was out of sight, Sena grabbed me, pushed me up against the wall and kissed me with a fierce hunger I had not experienced from her before. She was ravenous for me, her tongue fucking my mouth furiously, her hands groping my breasts. I was hot for her, too. I kissed Sena hungrily and started tearing at her clothes.

I heard her moan as her fingers found my nipples. “They’re all yours,” I replied as I pushed my breasts up into Sena’s hands.

“God,” she breathed, “you have such beautiful tits.”

Sena’s erotic exclamations made me even hotter, made me arch my back to thrust my breasts at her as she moaned about how beautiful they were. As her hand came down and cupped my pussy, Sena whispered, “And your cunt… your cunt is so hot.”

“It is,” I moaned back as Sena yanked down my jeans and panties. She brought them just low enough so that she could play with my naked cunt. Her finger pushed up into me, just the tip at first… and then, suddenly, all the way up into me so that her knuckles ground against my labia.

Then she was looking me in the eye, “Has anyone ever fucked you like this? Have you ever had your cunt fingered so deep? Has anyone ever pleasured you so well?”

“Only you, my love,” I whispered back as my cunt started to drip down my thighs from her finger play. “Only you.”

Sena seemed in an erotic daze, kissing me, fingering me, whipping me into a sexual frenzy. Suddenly her hands were lowering my jeans and panties to the floor. I stepped out of them. As I pulled off my top, Sena stripped herself naked in seconds. Then she placed a warm hand on my chest and pushed me onto the hall table. As I sat there, back against the wall, Sena parted my legs and gazed rapturously at my wet cunt.

With both her hands, she open my sticky labia and stared into my sex. Her breathing was heavy as her finger plunged into my cunt again. She pulled it out, sucked it clean and then pushed two fingers in me. I felt my vagina contracting around them.

“So beautiful,” Sena whispered as she made little thrusts into my cunt. “So beautiful. Your pussy is so beautiful.”

I was moaning, whimpering, my pleasure building to a crescendo… and then her mouth was brushing my ear as she whispered, “You know someone else who is incredibly beautiful… someone I’d just love to fuck…”

I shook my head… then she shocked the hell out of me when she replied:

“Why, that beautiful daughter of yours.”

I could feel the blood drain from my face, only able to gasp, “W-what?”

Sena broke off her kisses and stepped back from me. There I was sitting on the table, sitting on the cusp of an earth-shattering orgasm, my legs wide open, my cunt aching, my breasts swelling. I weakly asked a second time, “What?”

“Elle,” Sena replied, looking into my eyes intensely. “Your daughter. Don’t you want to fuck her? Don’t you want to watch me fuck her? Isn’t she totally hot?”

“Nooo,” I slowly whispered, nearly struck speechless.

But I felt my hips twitching, then rocking, my body crying out for Sena’s touch. I was aroused by her words — how could that be?

“Oh, right,” laughed Sena. “You don’t think you should fuck Elle, being her mother and all. But don’t you want to fuck her? Don’t you want to watch me fuck her?”

Before I could answer, Sena slipped four fingers into my cunt. With her other hand she started to play with my clit. Oh, God, she was going to finish me off right now.

With her hand fingering me faster and faster, Sena spoke softly. “Imagine Elle here with us. Imagine her lying naked in bed between you and me, both of us caressing her body. Don’t you want to fuck her? Don’t you?”

Then Sena glanced down at her fingers, still sliding in and out of my pussy, then back up at me with a wicked smirk. Suddenly I could feel my cunt being opened even wider. Oh, GOD… she was pushing her whole hand into me. I had heard of fist fucking before, but had never experienced such a thing myself.

It was incredible. I had never felt so full, so completely, satisfyingly penetrated before. Once her hand was completely inside, she wriggled it around in me a bit before she began to pump her arm in and out. My breath hissed through my clenched teeth as she started fisting me for real. As her hand moved, she spoke again.

“Imagine Elle climbing on top of you, slipping her thigh between your legs. She smiles at you, then your mouths touch in a soft kiss. Then you and Elle are kissing for real, like lovers. Your hand slides down her body to touch her pussy. She’s so wet… wet for you. Her sweet, loving mother.”

I was being fist fucked for the first time in my life. Fist fucked into orgasm as my lesbian lover described to me her forbidden desire to have my young daughter join us, join our sex. I was going to come.

“Imagine her straddling your face, offering you her pussy. She wants this, lover… your own daughter wants you to kiss her there, to taste that beautiful young cunt of hers. Have you seen her cunt? Don’t you want to see it?”

As I started to come, almost against my will, I was imagining Elle with us. My daughter Elle naked. Elle being kissed by Sena. Elle’s budding breasts. Elle kissing Sena’s mouth. Elle’s flat tummy. Sena’s tongue lavishing my daughter’s young mouth. Elle’s long beautiful legs. Sena caressing those legs. Elle parting her legs for Sena. Elle’s cunt. Elle’s cunt being licked by Sena.

I imagined going down on Elle… lying between her thin thighs and making my daughter mine. Taking her as my lover. I wondered how long I’d wanted this without knowing it.

I started to scream as a convulsive orgasm seized me. I closed my eyes and saw my sweet daughter in wild, frantic orgasm, screaming herself as I loved her.

I came and I came and I came… all the while seeing Elle in my mind, naked in my arms, moaning, crying, coming.

Finally, I was completely spent. So weak I couldn’t move. I rested, my eyes closed, rested to find strength. In my mind, the most erotic image floated up: Elle, my sweet little Elle, exhausted from orgasm, moisture glistening over her young girl’s body, her small breasts heaving with erect, pointed nipples, her legs wide open, lying in my arms, her eyes closed as I gently kissed her mouth.

As my breathing became less desperate, my heartbeat less frantic, I sensed Sena gently nuzzling my neck and shoulders. Her fist was still in my cunt, moving slightly, gently, slowly easing itself in and out. As she fucked me, her body squirmed atop mine, and I felt her tongue part my lips. My mouth opened to her, and we kissed with lusty fervor. Then I felt her face raise up from mine.

Gradually – still too weak to move, to speak – I opened my eyes to gaze tenderly at my lover, but she was staring intently down the hall towards the door. I felt her fist gently push itself back into me, then slowly out again, then in again. I turned my eyes down the hall to see what Sena was staring at.

I saw someone in the doorway, someone young and beautiful. I saw my Elle, staring at Sena and me. There she stood, still in her school uniform.

Even the sight of my daughter staring at us could not restore my strength. Still too weak to move, I just sat there on the table with Sena’s fist slowly moving in and out of my wide open cunt. Too shocked to speak, I tried… but only a whispered “Elle,” came out.

I was frightened. My daughter was standing there, staring at me, her own mother, indulging in sex play with her lesbian lover.

The look on Elle’s face was unimaginable. She was awestruck, mesmerized, entranced… her eyes filled with shock and surprise. But there was more: Elle was excited. I could see her excitement glowing through her eyes. She stood there, impossibly beautiful, looking at us with interest in her eyes, with lust in her eyes.

She looked at us with sex in her eyes.

This, this is what Sena was staring back at: the sex in Elle’s eyes. My lover recognized it immediately. That’s why she continued to slowly fist fuck me in front of my own daughter. Sena was exciting Elle by pleasuring me in front of her.

And now I too was looking at Elle. Too weak to cover myself, too weak to stop Sena, too weak to do anything but accept the slow-motion of Sena’s hand twisting in and out of my vagina.

I watched Elle’s gaze move from Sena’s eyes to mine, down to my bare breasts, down to the fist inside me, over to Sena’s naked body, up into Sena’s eyes.

Sena carefully removed her hand from my cunt, quietly stood and turned to face my daughter. Her nipples were firm and hard. She returned Elle’s stare and slowly padded barefoot towards her.

I saw Elle’s lips part slightly. I saw the desire she felt.

As Sena approached Elle she raised her hand, still wet from my body, and cupped Elle’s left breast. As she fondled my daughter, I could see my essence from my cunt staining Elle’s shirt. Elle arched her back as if to make her breasts more available to Sena.

As Elle gazed into Sena’s eyes with a deep hunger that shocked me. Sena smiled back and quietly said, “You are so lovely… so perfect.”

Elle was breathing heavily by now, her mouth open, eyes ablaze. As Sena’s lips lightly nibbled at Elle’s mouth, I heard a quiet sigh of pleasure from my daughter.

Sena kissed Elle.

Beautiful, naked Sena kissed my fourteen-year-old daughter like a lover right in front of me. I sat naked on the hall table, my legs wide open, transfixed by this incredible sight.

As Sena’s tongue gently fucked its way into Elle’s open mouth, I saw Elle’s eyes flutter, then close in rapture. Sena kissed her, and suddenly Elle was returning the kiss, her tongue flashing into my lover’s mouth.

My child melted into Sena’s arms. I watched my lover kiss my daughter, watched her hand travel down from Elle’s stained shirt, over her flat tummy, down to her pale thigh. Sena stroked Elle’s soft skin as they kissed… then that exploring hand slipped beneath Elle’s skirt. My head spun at  the sight of Sena’s hand sliding into my daughter’s panties, at the sound of Elle’s gasp as my lover touched between her legs. My daughter shuddered with pleasure, moaning deeply into Sena’s embrace.

I imagined Sena’s finger pushing into Elle’s cunt just as Sena’s tongue was flicking in and out of her luscious mouth. It was the hottest, most arousing sight I had ever known. I realized that I wanted to see Sena fuck my daughter.

I realized that I wanted to fuck my daughter.

I realized that I would fuck my daughter.

Then Sena released my panting child from her hot embrace. She turned Elle towards me and gently nudged her in my direction. I felt my buttocks tighten, my cunt tingle. As my daughter slowly approached, her eyes burning into mine, I found my legs spreading further apart, inviting her into me.

Elle stopped about two feet short of me. She stared openly at my breasts, my glistening cunt, my naked body… now offered up to her.

Sena urged her on. “Unbutton your shirt, Elle.”

Elle never hesitated. Eyes flashing with excitement, she started unbuttoning her shirt. As it opened I saw her smooth pale skin, her lacy bra, her smooth tummy melting into the top of her skirt. As Elle unfastened the last button, Sena pulled the shirt off my daughter’s shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Elle stood between her naked mother and her mom’s equally naked lesbian lover, in a skirt and a little white bra. God, she was hot. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Then her bra was loosened, and I realized that Sena had undone the clasp. “Take your bra off slowly, Elle,” instructed Sena. “Tease your mom a bit… she wants to see your breasts.”

Elle did tease me. First she lowered the bra just enough so that I could see the pale softness of those beautiful little breasts of hers. Then, slowly, she lowered the bra down just past her nipples. I thought I might faint, they were so delectable. I whimpered, my cunt a river. Elle dropped her bra to the floor and stood before me.

Then I saw Sena’s hands come from behind to cup Elle’s breasts, cup them and caress them, her fingers brushing those delectable nipples.

“Now take off your skirt, Elle,” Sena whispered, nuzzling my daughter’s ear. “Show your mom those long, beautiful legs of yours. Show her your smooth young thighs. Show her your body. Make her want it, make her want you.”

Again, Elle needed no encouragement. She gazed at my nakedness as she unzipped her plaid skirt. Her eyes rising to meet mine, Elle licked her lips as she lowered the skirt to the floor and stepped out of it. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and lowered them slightly, teasing me with a glimpse of her chestnut pubes. Elle smiled a dark, sexual smile at me. She clearly saw my desire for her. She was realizing that she would have me. Elle knew that we would soon be making love.

“Go ahead,” urged Sena. “take off your panties. Show Mommy your pussy. Open those legs and let your mom see that beautiful cunt of yours. Drive her wild, sweetie.”

Elle slowly slid her panties down her thighs, revealing her sparse, downy pubes and the sweet pinkness of her sex. She was now naked, and visibly wet.

When I heard Sena chuckle excitedly, I realized that I was staring at my daughter, trembling with desire, making my lust obvious to all. Elle wasn’t laughing, however. She just smiled that dark, sexual smile at me. She knew how badly I wanted her… and I knew that she wanted me as well.

Sena embraced Elle from behind, claiming my daughter’s breasts with her hands, dipping her head to plant a kiss on her neck. Elle sighed with pleasure, and Sena’s hands moved from Elle’s breasts to slip down her tummy and between her legs. She used both hands to stroke Elle’s cunt, parting her sticky labia, her fingertips exploring the girl to find her clit.

Elle’s cunt was gorgeous. Sena expertly stroked it, toyed with it, excited it. Elle whimpered as Sena gently fingered her clit, making her dizzy with the need to come. Within seconds, Elle’s pussy was so wet that her essence was oozing down her thighs.

Sena was rubbing her own cunt up against Elle’s ass, grinding against my daughter. As Sena humped Elle’s ass, still playing with the young girl’s pussy, she was moving Elle towards me, positioning my daughter right between my legs.

My thighs parted even further as I stared at Elle’s magnificent cunt, just inches from my own. Sena pushed herself against Elle’s ass one more time… and suddenly Elle’s cunt was against mine, her wetness and heat mingling with my own. All three of us gasped loudly.

Sena thrust her hips against my daughter’s ass again, and Elle’s cunt pressed harder into mine. Sena thrust again. And again. And again. As she got a steady rhythm going, Elle began to push her cunt against mine in time with Sena’s thrusts. The feeling was beyond anything I had ever experienced.

I slid down the wall enough to tilt my hips upward, opening myself up to my darling daughter. I saw beads of perspiration forming on Elle’s breasts as she and Sena worked their hips together to fuck me. Elle leaned closer to me, pushing our breasts together. Elle and I both cried out in utter delight from the sweet sensation of our nipples brushing.

Then my mouth was on Elle’s, my tongue tasting her, fucking her, kissing her as hungrily and passionately as I had ever kissed anyone. Her own tongue flashed to life, and she returned my kiss measure for measure.

And we came.

Elle and I moaned into each other’s mouths, still grinding our cunts together, bucking and rocking in a clutching embrace. Then Sena moaned loudly as she came herself. The three of us thrust together one more time and then froze – motionless, breathless in our sweet eternity of orgasm, our forbidden fuck, our taboo love. Completely still.

I remember that the three of us eventually untangled and that Sena took Elle by the hand and led her up the stairs into my bedroom, me following close behind.

Sena laid Elle out on my bed and spread her legs wide open, spread her wide so that we could see her pussy. God, she was beautiful. When did my Elle become so beautiful, so sexual, so fuckable?

I watched Sena take her.

I watched Sena bring Elle to an explosive climax with her hot, sucking mouth. And as tears of joy and exhaustion streamed down Elle’s young face, Sena made her come yet again.

As Elle lay there, happily exhausted, spread open for everyone and anyone to fuck, her body glistening with sweat, face flushed, nipples erect… as she lay there, Sena beckoned me to join them.

Then Sena rolled Elle over onto her tummy and slipped a fat pillow beneath her hips. The pillow propped up Elle’s ass, her cheeks spread slightly.

As I knelt on the bed and looked down at my young daughter, I saw her perfect little asshole exposed… so vulnerable, inviting, luscious. Sena reached for Elle’s ass and parted her cheeks, looking back at me and smiling.

“You get to be the first to make love to her ass,” Sena whispered.

The sight of my daughter’s butt crack, spread open for me, had me wet all over again. Since discovering lesbian love with Sena, I had developed a real taste for anal play… and she was now offering me a precious gift.

Elle was quivering in anticipation, thrilled at the prospect of being licked by her own mother.

I knelt behind her and leaned in close to savor the sight and smell of my daughter’s asshole. My tongue emerged and I began to gently lick her dark cleft.

Elle moaned. As my mouth and tongue pleasured her ass, I could feel her anus relax for me.

I tongue fucked Elle’s crack, loving the taste of her. As I sensed her excitement growing, my hand slipped beneath her, seeking her clit. When I found it, I started teasing it with the tips of my fingers. I could feel tremors of ecstasy pulse through Elle’s body, growing stronger by the second until she screamed out her pleasure yet again.

As she came, her ass opened for me, accepting my tongue deep inside her. I was inside her ass. I was in heaven. She shook and gasped for a long moment, finally slumping over on her side.

I crawled up to my daughter — my new lover — and drew her into a loving embrace. Out of breath as she was, Elle somehow summoned up the strength to wrap her arms around me and kiss my mouth, her tongue emerging to sample the flavor of her ass.

And so the evening went. Every imaginable combination of the three of us making love. Every possible position. Every possible fuck. Every possible pleasure.

Finally I dozed off. Later I awoke to the rocking of the bed. As I looked over at Elle, I saw her deeply kissing Sena as my lover’s fingers probed into my daughter’s cunt.

After Elle came, Sena straddled her face. I watched my daughter eat my lesbian lover, then I got on all fours and slid between Elle’s thighs to lick her pussy. She tasted wonderful.

I remember lying spread out on the bed, Sena’s mouth nibbling at mine. Down below, Elle was nuzzling my cunt. Lick me. Eat me. Make me come.

***

Our fuck fest continued, with occasional snooze breaks, until noon the next day. Then Sena had to leave, and Elle had to get dressed for a soccer match. As Elle climbed into the car with me to head to the match, dressed in her team uniform, I saw her once again as my young daughter, not my new lover. It felt strange.

While I watched Elle play soccer, I wondered if the previous night had been a dream. Worse, I worried that it might have been a one-time thing.

In the car on the way back home, Elle was clearly just being my daughter, bubbling over with excitement about the goal she scored, scorning the ref, being a young girl. Will I ever be with her as a lover again? I fretted.

As Elle showered after the game, I was in the kitchen preparing dinner. While I was chopping vegetables at the sink, I heard Elle’s soft voice from behind me, “Nice ass.”

My heart skipped. “What’s that, Elle?” I asked without turning around.

“I said that you have a nice ass, Mom,” repeated Elle.

I turned around, and what I saw took my breath away: Elle standing in the kitchen entrance, wearing nothing but her jeans.

No top, no bra, not even socks to cover up those sexy feet of hers. Her jeans were unzipped and open to reveal the top of her sparse bush. Mmm, no panties either.

I could tell by the way her nipples stood up that she had been playing with them in the shower moments before. When I looked into her face, I could see the hunger in her eyes.

Elle padded over and kissed me, kissed me ever so sweetly. Then her tongue slipped into my mouth and started to gently toy with mine, exciting me, making me wet.

Then Elle stood back. “Dinner can wait,” she whispered, stroking my face. Taking my hand, she led me upstairs to my bed… our bed, I thought to myself.

My lover was back.

The End

 

Twin Brides

  • Posted on April 13, 2020 at 2:42 pm

By Jan Vincent

{ This story was originally posted at the long-defunct Sisters in Love story site }

“You cannot marry your sister, Brenda.”

“Why?” I was defiant, furious with my mother.

“Because sisters don’t marry their sisters.”

“And why not?”

My mother’s stern face was losing its patient expression. I was her ten-year-old daughter, dressed in white taffeta, the flower girl in my older cousin Louise’s wedding.

My grandmother Rose came to my rescue. She gave me a kindly look. “Oh, let them be, Grace. They’re so cute together.”

I smiled at Granny, so absolutely happy to have her confirm that I could wed my twin sister Sylvia.

Sounds naive, doesn’t it? But when you’re ten, a lot of things make sense in your head, even if they defy what’s socially acceptable. Because you’re ten, almost anything you do can be seen as innocent play. And ever since I was a child I’ve known to whom I wanted to get married, to share my entire life with. Not to a man, not to anyone else… only Sylvia.

As Sylvia and I got older and entered our teenage years, I realized how foolish I’d been. Marry my own twin sister? It was a ridiculous idea. Sylvia was interested in guys, I wasn’t. In a way, I envied the ease with which she accepted the flirtations of boys, while I was cast away in a dream world, alone, musing about things that could never be.

My infatuation for Sylvia was platonic at first. I didn’t want her sexually then, I just knew that I liked her company, loved her embraces and kisses on my ticklish cheek. I got jealous of other people being with her. It was childish, I know, but she meant so very much to me.

Soon I would realize that I was much more interested in love with girls, rather than guys — and from there it was only a small skip to the realization that my beautiful sister was the girl I wanted most of all. She quickly became the featured performer in my hottest fantasies.

I loved her. I wanted her. It made me ache inside.

I had my own group of friends, mostly girls who were into heavy stuff like punk rock, piercings, vampires, black leather and Goth paraphernalia — like metal-studded bracelets and belts, black-tinted makeup and ripped Bauhaus t-shirts. There were a few boys in the gang, but I usually hated them because they would all get crushes on Sylvia.

My sister was one of the most popular girls at our school — smart as a whip, charming, always pretty, always adorable. We were identical twins physically, but we couldn’t have been more different when it came to our styles and tastes.

Despite that, we always got along well, especially when we were by ourselves. Sylvia liked to tickle me, because she knew how sensitive I was around my ribs and under my arms. Tickling was a game that made us relax… and enabled me to be intimate and physical with my sister without crossing a dangerous line.

Did I really want more? It’s hard to say. All I knew was that I enjoyed her touch, her knowing fingers looking for the right spot, attacking me with no mercy. I loved her winning smile the most. She was gorgeous, with long blonde hair and shimmering blue eyes. She was a happy person, and her joy was contagious, the perfect remedy to bring me out of my morose nature and periods of self-imposed isolation and loneliness.

Sylvia and I completed each other. More than friends, more than sisters, we were soul mates. Soon we would become lovers, too.

It happened when we were fifteen, and we’d been invited to a party. I usually never bothered, but Sylvia didn’t want to go without me. She wanted to see Chad, this horrible boyfriend who had hit her more than once — out of jealousy, out of drunkenness. I’d argued with her so many times about him, not able to figure out why she still had feelings for that creep. She deserved better, I told her. But she wouldn’t listen to me.

“C’mon, Brenda… come with me, please?”

“No way, Syl.”

“Why not?”

“‘Cause I hate those parties… I can’t go, really I can’t.”

She kept pleading with me. “C’mon, sis… don’t make me go on my own!”

“Why do you want me to go with you? Call your stupid friends and go with them.”

“They’re at the party already. I don’t want to go there alone.”

“You won’t be alone. All your friends are already there. You said so yourself.”

“I know,” she said, lowering her voice as she sat down on my bed, right next to me. She held my hand, her soft hands caressing my studded bracelet and wristbands. “But I want you to come with me. I feel… safe when you’re around.”

I was surprised by Sylvia’s confession of vulnerability, her willingness to accept my protection. And then she looked into my eyes and smiled at me, her expression dreamy. “And… if you come with me, I promise…”

“What?”

She giggled as if embarrassed, her face now near, her hands clutching mine. “I promise I will say yes.”

“Yes? To what?” I really didn’t know what she was talking about. So much for that myth that a twin knows everything the other twin is thinking of.

“Remember how you wanted us to get married when you were little?”

I must have grimaced, even winced, because she laughed easily at my expression.

“I know we were little,” she went on, “but I think that would be fun. I don’t know why I remembered that. It’s just… nice… to know you’re there for me, and that you’re my wonderful sister.”

It was lovely; she was lovely. My beloved twin sister still remembered my early obsession, long forgotten by common sense and the acquired knowledge of what society expects from us. How could I say no to her?

So I went to the party with Sylvia, as if I were her boyfriend, the perfect escort. She wanted me to come in with her and — despite my uncertainty — I tagged along.

An hour after we got there, I caught a glimpse of my sister and Chad talking at the end of the main hallway of the house. It was obvious that it was escalating into an argument. I know my sister very well, and she was getting mad at him. Secretly, selfishly, I hoped to God it was true. I was jealous of him — so absolutely, unequivocally jealous of that goddamned creep.

I watched them from the doorway of the den until Sylvia spotted me. Before I could speak, she pounced on my arm and dragged me with her, while Chad came after us, vociferating, spewing out a stream of vicious insults, intended to hurt. There was one that I remember clearly: “Fuckin’ dykes.”

Sylvia urged me to leave with her, clasping my arm so tightly that it hurt.

We were at least one hundred yards away from the party when she wilted and burst into tears. I was surprised by her sudden crying fit. I wanted to hug her, to make her feel better, but I didn’t want people staring at us, getting into our business.

I looked around in the deserted street, illuminated by lampposts and the headlights of an occasional car. I hunkered down on the sidewalk, brushing my sister’s satin-like hair away from her flushed face.

“He doesn’t deserve your tears, Syl. He doesn’t deserve you.”

With puffy eyes and a damp face, she gazed at me. Her long arms snaked around my neck and she kissed my cheek. I think I heard her whisper “Thank you,” but I wasn’t positive. The only thing I knew for sure is that I smiled at her and made her stand up.

It took us an eternity to reach home, as Syl wanted us to walk slowly, very slowly, as though our arrival was the final admission that she’d lost Chad forever.

When we arrived home our parents were still awake, watching TV in the den. They were surprised by our early return, but I was able to explain the whole situation without raising the painful subject of Chad.

We silently undressed in our room, brushed our teeth and went to our respective beds. In the darkness surrounding us, I could hear and feel her hushed whimpers.

“Syl?”

“Yes?”

“Come get in bed with me. Otherwise I won’t be able to sleep, what with you crying all night.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I am.”

There was a moment of absolute silence, as though we both had stopped breathing. I heard and felt a shadow rise on her bed and scuttle toward mine.

“Thanks, sis.” She hugged me and kissed me, my cheek becoming moist with her own tears. “You’re too sweet.”

She turned over, her right hand draping my arm around her waist, her back pressing against my breasts. We remained in that position for a while, my other hand playing with her golden locks, which smelled nice and felt good between my fingers.

“Syl?”

She raised her head slightly. “Yeah?…”

“I want you to look at me. I want to ask you something.”

She did as she was told, her eyes glimmering in the darkness. I wanted her to forget Chad, ease her pain, soothe it all away.

“What?” she asked, curious.

“Will you marry me?”

I could feel her surprise in the way that she gasped right next to me. Then she giggled. “You didn’t forget.”

“Of course not.”

“Then I have to say yes, I will marry you. I promised, didn’t I? You, my future husband.”

“No, silly,” I protested. “I’m not a man. I’ll be your wife.”

“But I’m not a man, either. So, who’s gonna be the groom?”

“No groom… just two beautiful brides, me and you.”

“Yeah,” she said, giggling again. “Two twin brides. That would be something.”

I laughed as well, feeling incredibly excited, getting damp between my legs. I wanted to cover Sylvia with kisses, making her mine, all mine. Almost involuntarily, my hand left her waist and touched my sex.

“What are you doing?” she asked, a giggle dying in her mouth.

“Nothing,” I said, removing my hand from between my legs.

“Are you hot?” she asked, with a deceivingly innocent intonation.

“Well… yes. All this stuff is making me… hot.”

She laughed. “What? Why?”

“I don’t know,” I said, losing all fear, overcome by the moment and my growing lust. I began to rub myself in earnest. “Probably because we’d be so beautiful in our matching wedding gowns, I’d hitch up your veil and you would mine, and we’d kiss…”

“That would be so frigging cool,” she exclaimed, slowly becoming excited as well.

“But before that we would dress each other. I would help with your petticoat and garter belt, and you’d give me a hand with mine.”

I kept describing to her the whole process of getting a bride ready, the soft feel of lace and satin against our bodies, as I kept fondling my pussy with one hand, stroking her hair with the other. I could tell that she was getting turned on by my shameless act, but it didn’t matter if she wasn’t. Nobody could stop me. I was so close to coming.

“Then we will walk down the aisle together, hand in hand, and the priest will bless our union. And then we will have our own party, and a cake. You’ll grab my hand and we will cut the cake together. We will feed each other, then drink champagne together. Then a limousine will pick us up and take us to our honeymoon suite. And when the door closes behind us, you and I will hold hands and gaze deep, deep into each other’s eyes…”

“Go on,” she murmured. I felt her touch herself for the first time — first her own breasts, then between her thighs. “Go on, please…”

“And you will draw me into your arms and hold me close… I’ll nuzzle your neck, brushing your skin with my lips. Then I will tilt my face up to meet yours, and we’ll kiss… softly, at first.” I could feel Sylvia’s hand steal down between her thighs and slip into those French-cut panties she wore. “But the feel of our mouths as they touch is so incredible that we both want more. Your lips part enough for my tongue to slide between them, and suddenly you and I are French kissing…”

“Yes, go on,” she said with urgency, her hand making squishing sounds in her panties. “Oh, yes… Go on, Brenda… please…”

“We kiss for a long, lovely time,” I whisper in her ear. “Then we break apart and smile at each other, all shy because this is our first night together as wives. Then we begin undressing one another, a piece of clothing at a time.”

“Oh, Brenda,” she moaned. “You’re m-making me…” She didn’t continue, her breath coming in gasps as though she was on the verge of an orgasm.

I press my body against hers. “Soon you and I are completely naked, Sylvia. We look at one another for a long, sweet moment. God, you are beautiful.” My sister was trembling with excitement. “Then you pad over to our bed and lie down, waiting for me… and I climb onto the bed and kneel next to you, giving you a hot kiss before I take you in my arms…”

“Oh…” Sylvia moaned softly, “oh…”

“And we will make love, two newlyweds on their wedding night. Only we’ll make love the way girls do, our naked bodies fitting together so perfectly…”

That did it. I felt an explosion of pleasure hitting me, the heat radiating outward from my sex  and into my stretched thighs, my breasts, my nipples. I moaned low, like an animal, like a wolf.

“Oh, Brenda… that’s so…”

“Let me,” I said, displacing the hand between her legs with my own, giving away the secret hunger I had for my twin sister, heedless of the consequences.

“Brenda,” she said, her eyes wide.

“I love you,” I breathed.

When I touched Sylvia there for the first time, she moaned into my mouth. “Oh, Brenda… Brenda…” Her voice went weak, her arms encircled my neck. “Oh yes, Brenda… yes…. oh…. oooh… oh, my love.”

Overcome with passion, she gave me our very first lover’s kiss. “Oh baby, you make me so hot, so hot…”

I trailed my fingers through her outer lips and to her clitoris. “Yes… oh, yes. Like that.” She kissed me eagerly as I masturbated her. “Ooohhh!” she squealed as I gave her clit a tiny tweak. “Yes, yes. Please, baby, more. Keep doing my clit, yes, just like that.”

I felt her body move against mine, her essence coating my busy fingers while she covered my face with hot kisses, filling my ears with sounds of pleasure as she drew nearer and nearer to release.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, d-don’t stop,” she begged me. “I’m almost there…”

She came with a howl that rose from the bottom of her throat, squeezing my neck so tightly that I saw stars for a moment. But then, as her ecstasy subsided, her grip loosened and I was able to breathe again.

Sylvia lay quietly for a long time, her eyes closed, the rise and fall of her chest and an occasional twitch of her mouth the only movement she made.

Finally, I saw her eyelids flutter open, She began to caress my cheeks, staring at me in disbelief. I could see her questions, maybe even doubts, but I could also see something different in her. My sister loved me, was falling in love with me. Sylvia was able to accept the fact that we had crossed the barrier of what was acceptable in our society — and she didn’t care any more than I did.

And to that she pulled me to her, and we kissed for ages. My twin sister was untiring, as though she’d waited for this moment all her life.

***

Now Sylvia and I are twenty-three years old, fresh out of college, and still very much in love with each other. We have decided to make my childhood wish come true. We’ve already ordered the cake, the champagne, the limousine and the honeymoon suite. Sylvia looks absolutely amazing in her wedding gown.

As in my impossible dream, I wear an exact replica of her dress. I wanted us to look exactly the same — even our hairdos are identical. In just over an hour, we will be joined together as twin brides, wife and wife. I am lucky enough to have a sister who’s crazy enough to take me as her one and only.

We have no guests… this wedding is only for Sylvia and me. It’s our way of declaring our love for each other, making it clear that no one — and I mean no one — will ever come between us.

The End

 

A Mother’s Plea, Chapter 1

  • Posted on April 10, 2020 at 2:52 pm

by 3 Fingers Neat

I jumped when I heard Karen’s voice. “Isn’t she just too cute?”

It was fall in Washington state, and the youth soccer season was in full swing. Many of my fifth-grade students played soccer, so I dropped by most Saturdays to watch them. This group was U12 Girls, an age group classification designating girls under twelve years of age. Most of my kids were eleven, so they played in the U12 group.

I was at this specific game because I got an invitation from Chelsea, one of my students, to come and watch her play. She said that if I came, she’d score a goal for me. As I stood on the sideline, Chelsea’s mother, Karen, came up from behind and surprised me with her question. I was startled and hoping she hadn’t noticed that I’d only been watching Chelsea for the past fifteen minutes.

“Oh, they’re all cute,” I said, trying to seem casual about it.

Karen leaned against my back, her breath noticeable against my cheek, “Yeah, but she’s your favorite.”

Turning to face her, I said, “I’m not allowed to have favorites.”

There was amusement in Karen’s eyes. “You seem to find your way to every one of Chelsea’s games, Kim. Look around, some of your students are playing right now on three of the different pitches. I don’t ever see you watching those games. Just Chelsea’s team, and you seem to only be looking at her.”

I took a half step back but, with a light touch on my arm, Karen stopped me. “It’s okay,” she said. “You get to have a favorite. I know that Chelsea’s yours.”

“She, um, invited me to come today. She said she’d score a goal for me. I’m watching her so I don’t miss it.” I hoped that my response would be enough of an explanation for Karen.

“You do know she likes you, right?”

“She’s a great kid, and so helpful in class. I like her, too.”

Karen laughed lightly, “That’s not what I meant. She has a crush on you.”

With that, she turned away and walked away from the other parents, towards the parking lot. A quick nod over her shoulder told me she wanted me to follow. We stopped just far enough away from the other parents so they couldn’t hear our conversation, but close enough to see the pitch.

“Chelsea talks about you all the time. When she was getting ready today, all she could talk about was you coming to watch her play.”

“It isn’t uncommon for students to like a particular teacher… or even think they have a crush on one,” I said.

“Oh, it’s a crush, all right. Trust me. She went on and on about you after our pool party last month. Thanks for coming, by the way. The kids loved having you there. Afterwards, she couldn’t stop talking about how beautiful you are,  and how much she liked your swimsuit.

“That week, I noticed certain… changes in Chelsea. Her bedroom door was closed more than normal and her panties were very messy when I washed them. Then one night, I heard her masturbating in her room. Do you know whose name Chelsea moans when she’s fingering herself?”

“Karen, this is entirely inappropriate,” I pleaded. “I am your daughter’s teacher. You’re her mother, for God’s sake. This discussion shouldn’t be happening.”

“Relax, Kim. This is just between us. And it’s not like I don’t already know that you like women. Young ones, at that.”

“That is simply not true,” I said frantically.

She touched my arm. “Kim, don’t worry. I’m not going to tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me.”

“What makes you so sure I’m a lesbian?” I huffed.

“Let’s just say that a certain grade school principal knows quite a bit about what happened in your room after school last year with Rachael Miller.”

“Ms. Randall? She – she knows?” I stammered.

“The same, and yes.”

“So, what is this? Am I in trouble?”

“No, of course not. I’m fine with it. In fact, it’s only fair you know that I learned of your indiscretion with young Miss Miller while my face was between the principal’s legs.” She smiled. “You see, you’re not the only one in this small town with a secret to keep.”

My heart was hammering as I struggled to process all of this. “Ms Randall? Really? I didn’t know. She’s married and definitely doesn’t seem the type. And you? Oh, my.”

“Kim, it really isn’t all that uncommon. I don’t work, and Jim is always on one of his sales trips or out late. I’m alone a lot of the time. It’s just Chelsea and me. I get lonely, and I’m really not interested in having an affair with a guy. That would definitely get around. Plus, guys are simply too much work and I’ve always liked women. I’m surprised you’ve never caught me checking you out.”

“Well, I’ve seen you looking, and definitely considered the possibility during the pool party. I seem to remember you spending a lot of time in the kitchen with me, while I was putting my fruit salad together.”

“I’m sure I just wanted the recipe,” Karen joked.

“Karen, what’s this all about? I like Chelsea, sure. She’s adorable and has the sweetest personality of all my kids. If they were all like her, I’d be the happiest teacher in the world.”

“Oh, she’s a great kid. I know that as well as anyone but, honestly, you really don’t know how adorable she can be. I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but I need your help.”

“My help? What do you want me to do?”

Karen only sighed. My eyes followed hers as she looked towards the pitch at her eleven-year-old daughter. In an almost dreamy voice, she said, “You should see her at home when it’s just the two of us. She rarely wears a lot of clothes. It’s always shorts or yoga pants and a tank top or sports bra. This summer it was just panties and a tank top. It’s more than I can handle.”

She turned back to me. “From all her soccer, Chelsea is really fit. With those long legs, I know she’s going to be fairly tall like me, though I sure don’t remember having an ass like hers at eleven. Her bottom in a pair of panties is perfection, and her nipples are constantly poking through her tops when she’s cold. It’s just too much for me.” Karen sighed again, shaking her head.

“Yesterday, I was on my laptop in the living room when Chelsea walked by and stopped to pet our dog Luke. She was wearing a pair of old, almost threadbare Disney panties that are much too small for her. When she bent over I could see those panties pull up into her butt crack. The material was so thin, I swear I could see right through it. I was practically salivating.”

I was utterly shocked. “Karen, she’s your daughter!,” I said, trying to keep my voice down so the other parents wouldn’t hear me.

“I know, Kim. It’s wrong. So wrong. But we’re together all the time and the sight of her is really getting to me. And from what I hear going on in her room when she touches herself, it’s very clear you’re getting to her.“

All I wanted to do right then was flee. “Karen, I…”

She stopped me with a hand on my arm. “Kim, this is important. I need you to help me before I do something foolish.”

“ I… I don’t know what I can do to help you with any of this.”

“Then I’ll just come out and say it. I need you to make love to my daughter.”

What?” My voice was loud enough that other parents turned to look at us. With a helpless shrug, I mouthed “Sorry!” to the mothers and fathers of the other girls before turning back to our conversation. “For God’s sake, Karen, I can’t do that!” I whispered as the onlookers refocused on the game.

“I wouldn’t have thought so, either, if I hadn’t learned about your relationship with Rachel. Look, Chelsea is becoming… sexual. I’m not sure if that’s the right way to say that, but I see the changes in my daughter. I hear her in there, behind that door – three times a day, at least. Chelsea can get pretty loud when she comes. And afterwards, her room always smells like sex. God, the scent of her! It makes my head spin.

“That’s hard enough for me to take, but it gets worse. Lately, she wants to cuddle all the time, and even asked me to take a nap with her last weekend. That surprised me so much that I spilled water down my front when she asked. I went to change my shirt, and I was so turned on I stood in my closet, pinching my nipples while I thought about spooning with her.

“I’ll tell you something else… I don’t think the way Chelsea bent over in front of me yesterday was an innocent mistake. I think it was intentional, that she’s starting to flirt with me. If this keeps up, I’m going to end up making a move on her… and I’m afraid that she’ll let me, and we’ll end up in bed together.  Or, even worse, she decides to explore other avenues for sex. I’m not even sure how she’d go about it, but I know it wouldn’t be good.”

“Karen, this is crazy. We can’t talk about this. We can’t even think about it. Someone will find out. I’d lose my job!”

“Listen to me, Kim. No one will find out. The only people who will know are you, me and Chelsea. And Chelsea won’t tell anyone. That girl is like a vault when it comes to secrets.”

“But… I mean, how exactly are we supposed to do something like this?” I realized, hearing my own words, that I wasn’t just entertaining the idea of sex with Chelsea, but already working out how to make it happen.

Everything Karen said about Chelsea rang true for me. I had seen her around the school and in my classroom often enough to know exactly what her body looked like. The sight of her in gym shorts and a tank top as she jogged around the track with the other girls made me weak inside.

What Karen didn’t suspect was that I also knew firsthand that Chelsea was masturbating with me as her muse. Every Tuesday after school, a group of students meets with a dance instructor for lessons in the school gym. I regularly find my way there to watch the girls dance. Sometimes, I even join them. Last week, Chelsea excused herself to go to the toilet. Once she left, I followed her into the bathroom without giving my presence away. The school was empty save for the dance class, a few teachers and the janitor, so we were alone in the bathroom.

When I entered, Chelsea was already in the furthest stall from the door, where I could hear her relieving herself. I was just about to sneak back out when I heard the unmistakable sound of fingers on a very wet pussy and a little moan. Then I heard the sound of my own name. “Oh… oh, Ms. Johnson!” Chelsea whispered as she came.

As she flushed the toilet, I made a hasty exit from the bathroom. That night, I laid in bed and played that moment over and over in my mind while I fingered myself into a stupor.

Karen pulled me out of my thoughts with her answer. “I’ve got it all figured out. Thanksgiving is just a few weeks off, and Jim and I want to get away for a quiet weekend, just the two of us. We’re planning on leaving early Friday morning and returning late Sunday night. If we can’t find somewhere for Chelsea to go, somewhere where she doesn’t feel like she’s being dumped for the weekend, we’ll have to take her with us. What do you think about having a long weekend with Chelsea at a very nice hotel, my treat? I know she’d jump at the chance of spending time alone with you. I’ll tell Jim that she’s staying with a friend. He won’t ask any questions. What do you think?”

“Karen, I… I just don’t know. There’s too much to think about. I’m not saying no, but I need time to process this.”

“How about we do this, then. Jim and Chelsea are going out this afternoon at four. Jim thinks that taking Chelsea out for dinner and a movie a couple of times a month will make up for all the time he’s off at work. What the hell, Chelsea looks forward to it, so I can’t complain. Why don’t you pop over just after four and we’ll have a glass of wine and talk it through. They’ll be gone until nine, at the earliest. Maybe I can… convince you.”

I knew immediately what convincing me would entail – and after our discussion, I was feeling very much in the mood for some of Karen’s persuasion. “Okay, I’ll be there about 4:15. Let’s go watch the game, shall we?”

We walked towards the pitch just in time to hear the whistle ending the first half, the score tied 0-0. Chelsea ran off the field and directly towards us. With outstretched arms, she hugged me, talking a mile a minute.

“Ms. Johnson! Thank you for coming. I almost scored that goal for you. I had a couple of chances, but their keeper is really good and she stopped them. Are you gonna stay for the second half?”

From the look on her face, I knew that the only answer I could give was yes. “Of course I’m staying. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

“Chelsea,” Karen said, “Go get a snack and some water, so you don’t bonk in the second half.”

“Mom, no one uses the word, “bonk.” It was cute to see Chelsea roll her eyes at her mom, but with a cute little smile that let us know that she was teasing. Then she grabbed Karen’s hand and dragged her over to where the other mothers were hovering around their girls. Seeing the two of them together, it was plain to see that Karen and Chelsea had a very good relationship.

The second half of the game was a much different affair. Chelsea was on fire. Within five minutes she had scored a goal and five minutes later, a second. The other team scored two goals in rapid succession soon after. With time running out in the game and the score tied, Chelsea stole the ball from one of the opposing players and turned to take it down the field. We all thought she’d take it in for a third goal and her first hat trick but, at the last moment, Chelsea saw a teammate running to the goal with no one guarding her. The pass was perfect and the other girl, who we later learned had never scored before, put in the game winner just as time ran out.

Chelsea was the first one to congratulate her teammate just before all the other players mobbed her and lifted her up to carry her off the pitch. As Chelsea walked off the field, I saw a look of satisfaction on her face, a look that made me realize what made her so very special.

The game over, everyone started drifting toward the exit. I said hello to some of my other kids, then walked to the parking lot with Karen and her daughter. Chelsea thanked me over and over for coming to the game, and I thanked her for scoring that goal for me. She gave me a funny look when I said that and replied, “But Ms. Johnson, both my goals were for you.”

With tears welling in my eyes, I did the only thing I was capable of at that moment and hugged her. Chelsea wrapped both arms around me to return the hug, her cheek resting against my breast. And for the first time, as we stood there caught up in a warm embrace, I began to seriously consider the possibility of taking this precious little girl as my lover.

When I looked up, Karen gave me a smile, one that told me she was well aware of just how deep down the rabbit hole I had gone.

Onward to Chapter Two!

Author’s Note: This is my first attempt at writing… anything. I hope/pray it is up to the standard of the many fine writers here. I would like to thank Jetboy for his help editing my work. He accepted my story, warts and all, and cleaned it up, improving it in the process. Thank you, my friend.

 

My Lonely Mother, Part Two

  • Posted on April 4, 2020 at 4:03 pm

by Maverick

There we were, my mother and I, enjoying a little chat. Only she was dressed in a snug blouse and sexy undies, while all I had on was a tiny silk crop top, a garter belt and stockings. The moment seemed ripe for seduction, and I was more than ready to make my move.

“You look tense, Mom,” I said. “Lie down on my bed. I’ll give you a massage.”

“You’re the one who made me tense,” she replied.

“Then let me make it up to you by helping you relax,” I said, pointing to the bed. “You won’t be sorry. My hands are instruments of pleasure.”

“Um… okay,” she tentatively replied.

“Wait! Take off that blouse. It’ll be easier to massage you without it.”

“Put it on, take it off,” she mock-complained, but she did as I asked.

“Now lie face down on the bed,” I ordered, already deciding that her sensual massage would begin with my hands and end with my mouth.

“Yes, ma’am,” she said matter-of-factly, climbing onto the bed and lying down on her tummy.

Kneeling at the foot of the bed, I took Mom’s stocking-clad right foot in my hands. The moment my thumbs put pressure on her arch, she gave a soft moan.

Very few people understand what a foot massage can do.

It mellows the receiver.

It relaxes her.

It slowly, gradually turns her on.

I kneaded the entire sole of her foot, taking my time with it. Each tiny portion of a sole has a nerve ending that connects to some organ in the body, so each part matters. By the time I finished, every organ in my mother’s body was subtly different, less constricted, more alive.

I did her ankle, then rubbed each toe individually. Now I wanted to suck on her toes, well aware of how much that can excite a sensual woman.

Deciding to take the risk, I said, “Mom, I’m gonna do something a little unorthodox… and I need you not to freak out on me. All right?”

“Um, okay,” she hesitantly said.

“Roll over on your back,” I said.

She obeyed, looking somewhat dazed as she did so. I noticed her nipples were still stiff, and when I glanced between her legs I noticed a large damp spot on her thong.

I had to stop myself from grinning — the truly sensual phase of the massage had yet to begin, and Mom was already turned on.

As she watched from her pillow, I separated her pinkie toe from its neighbor and sucked it into my mouth.

“Ohhhh, what are you doing?” Mom asked, though she didn’t attempt to take her foot away.

“I’m giving you the most intimate, loving and relaxing massage that I can,” I replied, removing her toe from my mouth for a moment. “Now lie back and enjoy.”

“But you’re my daughter,” she said.

“I’m not going down on you, Mom,” I said, “I’m just giving you a foot massage.”

“Um, okay,” she said, as she leaned back but added, “I’m still not sure about this…”

“Just relax,” I said, as I took her second toe in my mouth while I simultaneously massaged her ankle and calf, noticing she hadn’t scolded me for referring to oral sex.

“That does feel nice,” Mom sighed.

“Don’t think… just be in the moment,” I said, moving to her middle toe.

“Fair enough.” Her eyes closed and her legs spread far enough apart that I could see the contour of Mom’s labia through the sheer wet thong.

God, I wanted to just bury my face between her legs and go to town… but they say patience is a virtue, and I was going to give that theory all the time needed to prove itself true.

I sucked the remaining two toes before moving to the other foot and starting over.

Mom moaned, then whispered, “That feels so good, Hannah!”

Once I’d lavished an equal amount of attention on all ten toes, I began to slowly make my way up Mom’s leg with tender kisses and caresses. I figured she might protest, but she didn’t.

So I kept nuzzling upward to her knee, to her thigh, Mom’s breathing getting heavier as I went.

This was turning her on, and not in a small way.

Just as I seemed to be on the verge of kissing her pussy — and by this time, I hoped that she was ready for me to do just that — I switched to the ankle of the other leg and repeated my slow, methodical teasing until I was back between Mom’s thighs.

I moved my hands to her thong and urged, “Lift up, Mom. These undies are really damp.”

Even as she obeyed, raising her hips, she weakly protested, “Sweetheart, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Doing what, Mom?” I innocently asked as I pulled her thong down and off, resisting the impulse to sniff it before casting it to one side. Her body was already surrendering to me, her mind lagging behind just a bit.

This,” was all she could say, waving her hands vaguely.

“Mom, it’s obvious that you’re in need. I want to help.”

Before she could respond, I brought my hand to her wet pussy, her lips literally glistening with expectation, and slid two fingers inside.

“Oooooh, Hannah!” she cried — yet once again, she didn’t move away.

“Mom, your pussy is so warm, so wet,” I said. “Let me help you out. I want to do this.”

I pumped my fingers in and out of her, hoping that this pleasure assault would override her common sense and propriety, that she’d let me take her completely

“Oh, God… Hannah… th-this is… oh, fuck… please, sweetheart, we mustn’t… Ohhhh, oh, no.” I think Mom was trying to tell me to stop, but was unable to get much more than a word or two out at a time. Soon she was moaning instead of speaking.

Sensing that she was already very close to an orgasm, and deciding it was now or never, I buried my mouth in her pussy and got to licking.

“Hannah! Oh, Hannah, no!” she moaned as my tongue made contact — although once again, she didn’t move a muscle to push me away.

In fact, Mom shocked me this time… she actually raised her hips, grabbed the back of my head and held me to her!

“Oh, baby girl, yes!” she cried. “D-don’t stop!”

Her scent was strong… her pussy juicy and delicious. Mom’s cunt had to have been the sweetest I’d ever sampled, but it was also unlike any other… except mine, at least. Like mother, like daughter.

She was dripping wet, the flavor of her tart and tangy like some new, perfect fruit — forbidden fruit.

I didn’t want her to come too quickly, This momentous experience was meant to last as long as possible, so I withdrew my very wet fingers from Mom’s vagina and focused on pleasuring her with my tongue.

“Oh God,” she moaned, letting go of my head. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to your own mommy.”

Hearing her say mommy turned me on — so sexy under the circumstances, adding to the rapture I felt as I dove headlong into the delights of incest. I purred back between licks, “You taste good, Mommy.”

“Your father didn’t think so.”

“Let’s not talk about him,” I suggested, “he’s history.” I put extra energy into licking my mother, hoping to wash the painful memory of that horrible man out of her system completely.

“You’re right, honey,” she whispered. “To hell with him.”

I slid two fingers back inside Mom’s cunt, searching for her g-spot, guessing she’d never come that way before. “Now let me show you what real pleasure is,” I purred, my fingers finding the place I wanted.

“You already have!” Her voice went up in pitch as I tapped her g-spot, while simultaneously flicking the tip of my tongue rapidly across her clit. I called this my double-go move, intended to make a lover go off like a geyser.

Sure enough, her legs stiffened and she screamed, “Oh God, I’m c-coming, Hannah! Ohhhhhh!”

She didn’t have to tell me that, because Mom was a squirter. She splashed my face with a full flood of honeyed sweetness as I feasted on her cunt.

“Motherfucker!” she screamed, and I promised myself there and then that I would indeed become a mother fucker, already thinking about breaking out my strap-on for our next round.

Mom’s ecstasy rose to an unimaginable peak, and I was confronted with a choice: keep going, push her to another orgasm, or give her a break, let my mother rest before taking her again? After a moment’s thought, II elected to go with the latter, pulling away.

I gazed at my mother in loving admiration. She looked so sweet and sexy with her eyes closed, her mouth slack and her cheeks radiating the rosy afterglow of euphoria.

I got up from the bed, went to the closet and pulled out a medium-sized box that included a few sex toys: two vibrators, a strap-on, anal beads, and a double ended dildo.

“Goodness, that was amazing,” Mom said, lifting herself up a bit.

“Agreed,” I smiled.

“Did you find my g-spot? I always thought that was a myth.”

“As far as I can tell, only a woman can locate it.” I set the box on the bed.

“What’s in the box?” she asked. Mom seemed to be merely curious and not, I was glad to see, showing any remorse for the incestuous act we’d just committed.

I pulled out the black eight-inch vibe and a smaller pink six-incher, displayed them to her and asked in a posh voice, “Which of these would you prefer, madam?”

“Goodness me!” she gasped. “Where did you get those?”

“Amazon,” I replied.

She laughed. “Less embarrassing than going into an adult store, I suppose.”

“How many vibrators do you have?” I asked.

“Two fewer than you have in your hands.”

“Oh, Mother,” I sighed. “It’s 2018. With the advancements made in the field of sex toys, men are utterly useless in the bedroom.”

“They were before then, too,” she jokingly said.

“I’ll take your word for it,” I said. “Do you have any toys at all?” She shook her head. “None?”

“Just these fingers,” she admitted, waving a hand as she sat up to peer into the toy box. “You have a strap-on?”

“Of course. Amanda has five.”

“Five?”

“Different sizes, shapes and levels of intensity.” I held up the two vibrators. “Which one shall I use on you?”

“We can’t,” she quickly said, but I wasn’t fooled.

“Which one?” I repeated, holding out the six-inch with one hand, then the eight-inch with the other, then the first one again.

“Are you going to let this go?” she asked, even though she was already giving in to me.

“Only after you come again,” I said. “I’m going to do for you what Dad couldn’t.”

“They’re both bigger than he is,” she said with a smile.

“Figures.”

Mom pointed into the box. “How about that one?”

“The strap-on?” I asked. Damn, she’d just shocked me again!

“Sweet girl, you’ve gotten me so fucking hot and bothered.” She gave me a big grin.

“Mother, language,” I said, pretending to be aghast.

“Hannah, darling, will you please put that prick on and do me with it?” she said, with an expression as sweet and innocent as Julia Roberts in Notting Hill.

I sternly asked, “Mother dearest, are you trying to turn your sweet innocent daughter into a mother fucker?” Actually, I’d already fucked a couple of moms, but sex with my own mother was a whole new level of kinky achievement.

Her eyes sparkled at me wickedly, “Yes, my dear sweet Hannah, I want you to repent of your innocent ways and pound your wicked mommy like a filthy slut. Can your delicate sensibilities handle that, dear?”

“Actually, you had me convinced when you pointed at this strap-on,” I chuckled as I fastened the harness around me, my pussy already throbbing with anticipation.

“You’re so fucking sexy in my lingerie… especially while wearing that cock,” Mom said, looking at me with a lust I often saw in my lovers, but had never expected to find at home.

“And you look so hot in the afterglow of your first orgasm of the day,” I countered.

Mom admitted, “I’m not lying or exaggerating when I tell you… that was the most intense sexual pleasure of my entire life, you sweet girl.”

“Happy I could oblige,” I smiled, joining her back in the bed. “And now for orgasm number… two.” I held up two fingers.

She shook her head. “Oh, no, sweetheart, I can’t have multiple orgasms.”

“Okay, that’s just flat-out wrong,” I said, guiding Mom onto her knees. I loved the power of fucking doggy style. I loved watching my cock slide in and out of a woman, I loved watching a body rock back against mine, I loved being in control and taking a partner however I liked. “You just haven’t met the right girl. Or maybe you have, but just had to wait for her to grow up.” I moved behind her.

“I’ve tried myself,” she admitted. “Countless times.”

“Well, I’m determined to break that losing streak,” I said, as I penetrated her already very wet pussy, “and if I say so myself, I’m damn good at this.”

“Oh, yes,” she moaned as my cock filled her.

Sometimes I start slow when fucking a lover, other times I fuck hard and fast. This time would definitely be hard and fast. But first, I grabbed Mom’s hips and held her tightly against me, my prick buried deep inside her. “Tell me what you want, Mommy.”

“Oh God, Hannah, I want you to fuck me as wild as you can,” she cried. “Please!”

I gave her five quick hard thrusts before I withdrew, all but the tip. I asked, as a high priest might inquire of a supplicant, “Margaret Baxter, do you want to be your daughter Hannah’s mommy-slut?” God, I felt so hot and wicked.

“Yes, Hannah,” Mom moaned, struggling to impale herself on my cock, but I held her hips firmly in place. “I… I, Margaret Baxter, very much want to be your mommy-slut.”

Five more deep, hard thrusts — and she made a face when I stopped again. “Stop teasing, Hannah. Just fuck the ass off me!”

“Oh? You want anal? I can do that!” I withdrew all the way, even though I knew that wasn’t what she meant..

“No, no — in my cunt, baby,” Mom pleaded, looking back at me with hungry eyes. “Please fuck me, make me yours, Hannah. I want to be your lover!”

I loved the idea of that, the idea of what we had being much more than just this evening.

I slid back into her and began pounding her hard, just like she’d asked me to. “I’m going to fuck you all the time, my sweet mommy-pet.”

“Yes, Hannah, yes. I need someone to do that for me.”

The difference was that, unlike my asshole father, I would treat my mother like a princess — a submissive princess who loved to be taken by her daughter, but still a princess. And I would be the queen.

Then there was just fucking and moaning. I fucked her hard as I could, fast as I could. Her moans and heavy breathing were sweet music to my ears.

I never wanted to make someone come as much as I did her at the moment. Yet, even though she sounded close to release, she wasn’t coming.

Then an idea popped into my head. I pulled out and ordered, “On your stomach, Mom.”

She obeyed, but shook her head. “It’s okay, honey. I love how this feels, but I’m not going to come.”

“You are going to come, trust me,” I insisted, and delved into the nightstand drawer for my magic wand, which I hoped would live up to its name. It always had for me, so I was feeling optimistic.

I plugged the wand into the wall and returned to kneel between Mom’s legs. “Raise your hips just a little,” I said. She did, and I placed the toy underneath where she lay, positioning it in just the right way to stimulate her clitoris.

“Ohhhhhh my,” she moaned, as the vibrations hit her.

I got behind Mom, angled the strap-on cock into position, arched my back and entered her again.

The position was slightly awkward, but I was back inside, resting my weight on her, which forced the wand to do its magic.

“My God… my God!” her voice rising from a moan to a wail as I got down to fucking my mother.

I bucked my hips forward in a series of savage thrusts, filling her again and again, making the entire bed move and the headboard bump rhythmically against the wall.

“Oh yes,” Mom panted. “F-fuck me, Hannah. God, I love this!”

Listening to her beg for more only made me hotter. I suspected that she was just as turned on by the kinky incestuous aspect of our lovemaking just as much as I was. I decided to play with the idea.

“You like your daughter fucking you, Mommy?” I asked, as I filled her box.

“Oh, yes… Mommy loves… loves being fucked by her… s-sexy daughter,” she gasped.

“Then come for your little girl,” I said. “Come for me, and you’ll be my mommy-pet forever!”

“Harder, more,” Mom begged, clearly inches away from the orgasm she hadn’t thought was possible. Now she was almost clawing her way toward it.

“Soon, I’ll be fucking you in the kitchen. I’ll be bending you over the sink and doing you from behind. I’ll have you right on the dining table.”

“Oh God, Hannah,” she moaned, her eyes wide in astonishment, “I’m — I’m getting close.”

“I’ll have you eating my pussy for breakfast,” I continued. That was an idea I found immensely appealing, as I almost always woke up horny.

“I’ll do anything for you, Hannah,” she moaned, humping her ass up and down with a strength I didn’t know she had.

“Anything at all? Then be a good girl and come for me,” I said, as I sucked on my thumb, preparing for the big finish. Placing the tip of it against her anus, I began to push.

It wasn’t easy to penetrate Mom’s rectum, the way she was thrashing around, but with a little work, I got in, and she screamed, “Ohhhhhh fuck!”

Come for me, Mom!” I growled, my thumb all the way up her asshole.

“Yesssssss!” she screamed, loud enough to wake the dead as a second climax ripped through her.

She collapsed on the bed and I, wanting more of her sweet nectar, flipped Mom onto her back and buried my face in her flooding cunt, amazed at the size of the damp spot that was already there on the sheets.

I licked her for a minute or so before I decided it was time to deal with my own throbbing pussy, as well as initiate Mom into the fine art of cunnilingus.

I got up, removed my strap-on and admired my beautiful mother. She looked so sexy in the afterglow of her ecstasy. Her face was all blotchy with color, her mouth slack as she gasped, her hair was a mess and her body was covered in sweat. She was beautiful!

She turned her head to look at me and said, “I can’t believe I just had two orgasms.”

“I don’t take no for an answer,” I shrugged.

“Two orgasms from my daughter,” she added.

“I was just comforting you,” I added, as I moved back to her bed. “Still sad?”

“No, I’m in love. Can I try getting you off?” she asked, which was so cute to hear, as I’d already decided that was exactly what she was doing next.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” as I knee-walked up the bed and straddled Mom’s face.

“Your pussy is all wet,” she noticed.

“Fucking and licking my darling mother got me pretty hot,” I admitted, “You’d better get used to it like this,” as I lowered my wet cunt to her open mouth.

I can’t believe I’m about to lick my baby girl’s pussy,” she said, just before she did.

“Oh, trust me, you’re going to be going down on me so often that you’ll count it as part of your diet,” I said. I could have a dozen orgasms on a good day, easily… although only three or four was my norm. “No one has ever been able to eat my peach just once.”

“Mmmmm,” she crooned, quite muffled. “You taste so good.”

“So I’ve been told,” I replied. “And tonight, I learned I taste a lot like you.”

She moved her hands to my nylon-clad legs and began to massage them as she licked.

Although I like a few positions such as legs spread and lying down, legs spread and sitting down, and a sideways sixty-nine, my favorite was being on top.

I was in control.

I could enjoy a nice, slow licking.

Or grind one out on her face.

Although I wanted to enjoy a leisurely licking, my pussy was too excited at the moment.

After two or three minutes of her gentle oral, I ordered, “Now get your daughter off, my Mommy-pet.”

She began licking faster… and I began to press my cunt into her mouth, my need to climax overriding everything else.

And then I was coming, shrieking my rapture to the skies as I flooded my mother’s face, demonstrating my own squirting abilities.

She eagerly drank down every drop of my honey. I figured that she’d become just as hooked on my pussy as my other lovers, but by that time I was just as addicted to hers.

Not wanting this to end, I waited until my orgasm had only just begun to subside before I climbed off her.

I asked, looking down at her very wet and messy face, “Want to see if three times is a charm?”

She gave me a look that I’d have to call befuddled. “Um, what?”

“One more orgasm.” I moved between her legs with my own spread wide until our pussies were kissing. Her eyes widened, and I said, “This is called tribbing.”

“Wh-what is?” she asked, accompanied by a soft whimper.

“This is. Pussy to pussy rubbing,” I answered. I grabbed one of her feet and began sucking on her toes again as I began to work my cunt against hers.

“Oh,” my mother moaned, suddenly understanding what I meant. She began to grind back, then grabbed one of my nylon-clad feet and stuffed several of my toes into her mouth.

For a few minutes, we rubbed our pussies together in a frenzied lesbian fuck.

There was moaning.

There was writhing.

There was sweat. It was beautiful.

Suddenly, my mother stopped moving. “I want to taste you again,” she said. “Can we sixty-nine?”

I grinned. “How can I say no to that?”

We repositioned ourselves side-by-side, each burying her mouth between the other’s thighs.

Then we licked each other.

And then we fingered each other.

And then I found her g-spot.

Then she found mine.

And then we both came, baptizing each other’s faces with what felt like gallons of sweet, delicious nectar.

We kissed, for many long minutes… kissed like lovers. Because that’s what we had become.

Finally my beautiful mother backed away before giving me one more gentle kiss and gazing tenderly into my eyes. “My darling child, I can’t believe we just did that.”

“You needed comforting, Mom,” I replied, gently caressing her tits.

“But now you’ll need therapy,” she said, then giggled.

I laughed, then said, “No, now I have my own live-in human alarm clock and life is good.”

“You want me to wake you up every morning by licking that yummy cunt of yours?”

“Breakfast in bed,” I joked.

Mom grinned. “They do say it’s the most important meal of the day.” She moved back between my legs and said, “I think I still owe you one more orgasm.”

I watched as she buried her face between my legs and began to lick.

I wrapped my nylon-clad legs around her, wondering what tomorrow would bring as I moaned, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mommy.”

Mom said between licks, “This is way better than overpriced roses… smells nicer, too.”

“And it won’t wilt in a few days,” I retorted, before adding, “you’ll be enjoying this bouquet for years to come.”

“And now it’s time to get you to come,” she said, burying her mouth in my wetness, going down on me like the eager lesbian I’d just taught her to be.

The End