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Sheltering, Chapter 2

  • Posted on June 24, 2020 at 1:40 pm

by Shy Mom

“Mommy?”

My maternal instincts rose with that word and the shaky way it fell from my little girl’s lips. My shocking desire to taste the wet spot on her panties vanished.

“Olivia,” I breathed. She stood frozen just outside the open door to my bedroom.

Tenderly, instinctively, I said, “Come here, honey.” I patted gently on the bed, just in front of where I sat against the headboard. I was fearful she might take flight.

But Olivia was only eight, and I was still her mom. Reflex and routine drew her toward me. I enfolded her in a protective hug as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. All I had on was my flimsy thong.

My lips brushed her ear. “I love you, Olivia.”

She began to cry. Sobs shook her slender frame. “Oh, Mommy!”

“Baby.” I hugged her tighter and began to inhale and exhale slowly, deeply. Her breathing soon matched mine. Her tears wet my naked breasts as her sobbing faded.

“Olivia … Olivia … I love you.”

“I love you, Mommy.” She hugged me back tightly, her cheek pressing against my nipple. I felt a tug, maternal and something more.

“Don’t cry …” I sniffed her hair. Shampoo and girl scent, like mixed flowers. “You did nothing wrong, my sweet.”

“I—I didn’t mean to see …” She started shaking again. I reached under her nightgown and caressed her back. My girls always found comfort in skin to skin contact. So did I.

“Tell Mommy what you saw,” I encouraged. “It’s okay. Mommy can help.”

She took a breath. “I couldn’t sleep … and I heard … and I thought … but you weren’t hurt … and I couldn’t stop when I saw …”

Olivia seemed on the edge of another burst of sobs. She turned into me to hide her face. Her lips almost brushed my nipple. Her breath and tears stiffened it.

I’ve never hidden anything from my daughters, and they’re mostly open with me, too. But the subject of Mommy’s Sex Life had not come up in conversation before. Now it seemed unavoidable.

I dove in with the direct approach. “You saw Mommy masturbating, darling.”

“Mass … stir … bating?” Olivia tried to sound it out.

“Yes, masturbating.” Anticipating her next question, I added, “Mommy was having sex with herself.”

Olivia fell silent. This was a lot for her eight-year-old mind to process.

The only time I remember us discussing sex was last summer, after we had attended a lesbian friend’s wedding. During the drive home, the topic of the honeymoon came up. Olivia asked what people do on honeymoons.

“Have sex, silly!” declared Ashley, her big sister.

As seven- and nine-year-olds then, the girls had a general sense what sex was and how babies were made (no stork nonsense in our household). But uncertain of specifics, Olivia asked, “Can two ladies have sex?”

“Of course!” her sister answered, proud to display her superior but limited knowledge.

It fell on me to fill in the rest. “Women can kiss and touch each other to express their love. And if they kiss and touch each other’s girl parts, they’re having sex.”

“Oh,” Olivia said.

The next likely question—“Have you had sex with another lady, Mommy?”—did not get asked. Ashley spotted a shaved ice stand, and I gave in. A part of me was relieved to delay the details of my lesbian sex life for another day, but strangely, another part felt something like disappointment.

I thought of my college lover Alyssa as I sat at a picnic table with the girls, licking the shaved ice and crossing my legs. How did her life turn out? I wondered.

Olivia kept quiet the rest of the ride. Always the thinker. But Ashley, amped up on sugar, jumped from topic to topic all the way home, the idea of Sex Between Ladies long forgotten.

Now, I ran my fingers lightly up and down Olivia’s back. I wanted (I told myself) to convey that what she had witnessed was just as normal, natural, and nice as my touching her like this.

She sighed.

“You saw Mommy having sex with herself,” I repeated. “It’s something Mommy loves to do.”

Olivia didn’t say anything. Her head rested against my breast like it was story time. Without my robe between us, her breath directly enveloped my nipple in its warmth. The sensation made my nipple strain out even further. I caught myself turning it toward her reflexively. Olivia stared in wonder.

Of course, she’d seen me naked many times, or just in a thong or g-string. Though the girls had their own bathroom down the hall, it was not as spacious as mine. When they were younger, they liked to “swim” in the hot tub or run around the master suite while I showered and dressed. They still came in every now and then to lotion themselves after showering. Their soft young skin didn’t need it, but they enjoyed mimicking the grown-up things that I did.

I never minded. As I said, ours is an open relationship. I also wanted my girls to feel good about their bodies. There’s too much body-shaming in this world as it is.

Besides, I felt motherly joy and pride at seeing my girls in all their glory. Their tangles of honey-gold hair, their bright sea-blue eyes, their flawless pale skin, and even, I noticed—and why not, being their mother?—their tiny pink nipples, their smooth little-girl slits, and their tight round bottoms. My daughters are heedless of their own heart-fluttering beauty.

My fingers played down Olivia’s back, then tickled her bottom before coming back up. She giggled and ticked mine. Two can play, I see. I smiled at her mischievousness.

“The thing is,” I continued, “when Mommy makes herself feel good, her voice can get awfully loud. That’s what you heard.”

“You said ‘fuck me,’” she tittered. “That’s what I heard!”

“I did say that,” I conceded, trying not to seem shocked. “Mommy says that when she gets excited during sex.”

“And what you did was sex, Mommy?”

“Yes, baby,” I replied. “I was having sex with myself. I was fucking myself. That’s what masturbation is.”

Repetition is reinforcement, and I could tell it was sinking in. The teacher in me continued, “There are many kinds of sex. Remember sex between girls—the kind that we talked about after the wedding?”

“Yes.”

“And there’s sex between boys and girls too.”

She blurted, “You mean when they stick their wee-wee in your pee-pee?”

Hmm. “Did your sister tell you that?” I didn’t remember going into those kinds of details with Olivia.

“Yes,” she admitted, retreating a little further into my arms. Still so shy! And so close to my tit, she could kiss it.

“I’m impressed you know so much!” I reassured her. “One thing, though. Grown-ups call wee-wees ‘cocks’ and pee-pees ‘pussies.’ Especially when they’re fucking.”

I dropped my hands back down to her bottom. This time, instead of tickling, I massaged.

“Mmm,” Olivia moaned.

“You like?”

She didn’t answer. At least, not verbally. Instead, she gave my taut nipple an approving peck.

My God.

She looked up and I looked back. I could fall into those eyes if I gazed into them too long.

“And Mommy likes …” I took a breath. “Mommy likes to call her pussy her ‘cunt.’”

“Cunt,” Olivia repeated.

It was like she was trying a magic word. And it was magic, coming from her darling eight-year-old mouth. My floodgates were opening.

“Yes, cunt. Especially when Mommy’s fucking her cunt. Fucking her cunt with her fingers.”

“I saw that,” Olivia said, eyes widening.

“Tell me what you saw.”

“You were … slapping your cunt.”

Precious.

“Yes, Mommy was ‘slapping’ her cunt.” My voice turned husky. “Slapping it hard.” It was all I could do not to touch myself. “Do you know where Mommy’s fingers were?”

“Inside your undies?”

Deeper. Inside my pussy. Inside my cunt. Mommy’s. Wet. Cunt.”

Silence.

“Say it for me, honey. Please.”

“Mommy’s … wet cunt.”

My heart skipped a beat.

I was still massaging Olivia’s bottom. My fingers had worked their way inside her panties. Skin to skin, how we like it.

“It gets wet, Mommy?”

“It does. Mommy’s cunt gets very wet when she gets excited. It gets soaked.”

“Why?”

Good question. Always the learner, my Olivia.

“To make it easy to fuck.”

“Oh.”

“Easy to pump Mommy’s fingers in and out of her wet cunt. In and out of her mommy cunt.”

“Is it wet now?” Olivia asked.

Another good question. “Is what wet?” I wanted to hear her say it again.

“Your cunt. Your mommy cunt.”

God, she learns fast.

“Yes, Olivia. My mommy cunt is wet.” I hesitated. “You made it wet.”

“I did?” she breathed, hardly believing.

“You did.”

“How?”

“First, I saw you at the door.”

“And that … it made you excited?”

“My heart always leaps to see you, love. But something else made me excited in a different way.” I paused, recollecting. “Made my cunt tingle.”

“Something else? What?”

“Remember how you were holding up your nightgown?”

“No.”

“Well, you were, poor dear! You had it bunched up in your hands.”

“Oh … I was scared, I think.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Just scared?”

“Maybe … excited, too?”

“I think so.”

Realization dawned on Olivia’s face. She looked down at her panties.

“Yes, I could see your panties. Your lovely white little-girl panties. That’s not all I saw, though. Look, there it is. Right on the front.”

“I see it! A wet spot!”

“Your very own. It’s even wetter now.”

I was bursting with maternal pride and—no mistaking it, now—maternal lust. Like mother, like daughter!

“Is that bad?” Olivia looked up at me for assurance. “Like … like pee?”

“No, darling. And it’s not bad at all. Quite the opposite.”

She waited for me to continue, as if anticipating the next plot twist. The girls loved when storytime involved a thinly-veiled version of themselves (“a courageous princess with honey-blonde locks”) or a fairytale incarnation of me (“a beautiful queen with hair like sunshine”). Now the two of us were the actual characters.

“It’s good that your cunt can get so very wet. It means that, like Mommy, you’ll have great sex.”

“I will?!” Awe and disbelief washed over Olivia. Her cheeks flushed. Being “like Mommy” was always tops in her book. This enlarged the comparison in ways she had yet to imagine.

But trust Olivia to take two steps ahead, once she found her footing.

“Mommy … what if I don’t want boys putting their wee-wees in my cunt?”

My baby! Her eyes filled with worry.

“It’ll be your choice, angel!” I put on my most affirming mommy voice. “No one can make you have sex if you don’t want. And if you don’t want to have sex with boys, not ever, that’s perfectly fine!”

Olivia looked relieved. She still had a child’s faith in my words.

“There are other kinds of sex, remember?”

She pondered, then cried out, “With girls!”

“Yes! With girls!”

As a mother, encouraging my girls’ enthusiasm had become second nature. But my heart fluttered at how she glowed with excitement at the idea of sex with other girls. Of course, at her age, she didn’t want anything to do with boys, and her life and love revolved entirely around our all-female family. Still.

“And with yourself!” I added. After all, that’s what started this little mommy-daughter talk!

Olivia turned it over. “With myself.”

“You know, like Mommy. Fucking her cunt. Her mommy cunt.”

She giggled. “I don’t have a mommy cunt.”

“No. You have something better.” It was pure maternal reflex, intended to give her positive reinforcement. But saying it made its truth apparent, like a revelation.

“I do?”

“Yes, you do. You have a precious little-girl pussy. A girl cunt.”

“A girl cunt.” She seemed to like how it sounded. “A girl cunt!”

I wanted to fuck myself then and there in front of Olivia. In front of my eight-year-old daughter with her wet girl cunt.

“But why is it better, Mommy?”

I should have seen that question coming. I could definitely see where it was going. A responsible part of me asked if things were getting out of hand—too far, too fast for me to assess possible consequences. But a more responsible part (so I decided) replied, Teach her. Show her. You’re her mother.

“Well … why don’t we get out of our undies so we can see?”

The question hung in the air. She looked eager, but suddenly shy.

“Here, I’ll go first.”

I lifted Olivia from my lap, giving her a quick reassuring kiss, and set her down in front of me.

Olivia crossed her legs to get comfy, and the hem of her nightgown fell over her crotch. I felt a touch of disappointment, but also anticipation. Soon, I would see much more of her than this.

I slipped out of my thong as nonchalantly as I could. But my attempt at easing us into I’ll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours took an unexpected turn that I should have foreseen. My cunt had gotten so juicy that strings of wetness stretched from me to the soaked thong. A long glistening strand fell on my inner thigh.

I couldn’t help but laugh, and Olivia followed suit. Well, that broke the ice!

I also couldn’t resist the teaching opportunity—or, to be honest, a chance to taste myself.

“We shouldn’t let this go to waste,” I said cheerfully.

Olivia’s rapt face told me she suspected what might come next. Her mouth hung open.

I slowly ran two fingers up my inner thigh, so Olivia could see me scoop up the thick wet strand. I brought my fingers within inches of Olivia’s face. Her eyes grew as large as quarters.

“See? You made Mommy wet.”

“You mean … when you saw my panties?”

“That started it.”

I brought my fingers to Olivia’s nose. She inhaled. Her eyes fluttered. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips.

“Like how it smells?”

“Yes.” No hesitation.

“It tastes even better.”

She remembered. “I saw you licking your fingers!”

“Yes. I was licking my pussy juice. My cunt juice.” Wait—even better: “My mommy juice.”

My dreamy-eyed child whispered, “Mommy juice …”

I had to let my daughter see this.

With long, wet licks, I ran my tongue up and down and around my fingers. Then I plunged them into my mouth, slurping and sucking until they were clean.

I kept my eyes fixed on Olivia the whole time. She started back in shock. Her breath quickened. Her hands dropped to her crotch, cupping it.

I took one last slow suck. Through hooded eyes, I saw my child moisten her lips again.

“Darling,” I said. “Want a taste?”

Olivia didn’t say anything. But I knew, as surely as she was my daughter.

Sliding my ass forward, I inserted the same two fingers, very slowly, into my dripping cunt. Olivia could clearly see them, buried up to the knuckles. They were drowning inside.

Mmm.

I pulled my fingers out. My cunt contracted. Gooey strands trailed my soaked fingers all the way back to the source.

I held them in front of her. “Yours, love.”

She sat frozen. Her gaze went from my fingers to my eyes. I gazed back fondly. I gave her a nod. That broke the spell.

Olivia leaned forward and grabbed my hand. I expected her to taste-test first, as she does with more exotic foods. But whether owing to her trust in my motherly lead, or to the tug of her newly inflamed lust—I could plainly see unabashed desire in her child’s eyes—she didn’t hesitate for a second.

Olivia licked and sucked the “mommy juice” off my fingers like it was melting ice-cream. Her mouth felt even hotter than my cunt. Her little-girl tongue swirled and darted with surprising agility. My heart raced as my pussy gushed.

When Olivia started licking up and down my fingers with the urgency of a lover, I lost it.

I began to maul my cunt with my free hand as waves of pleasure rippled through me. My hips started bucking. Olivia gripped my other hand tighter, sucking the fingers with surprising force.

My hips flopped uncontrollably. I must have screamed because my ears rang. My God. Oh my God. Oh my FUCKING God

Finally, I collapsed.

“Olivia!” I gasped.

“Mommy!” She fell on me and hugged for dear life. I hugged back harder.

“I love you, baby.” I cried. “I love you so much!”

On to Chapter Three!

 

Hidden in the Snow, Chapter 3

  • Posted on June 20, 2020 at 4:02 pm

by Funtoppings

Only once, Julie recalled, had they experienced a snowstorm as horrible as this one. It was the Christmas family vacation circa ’04. Julie’s dad told her at the time that the two greatest comforts on a stormy night were central heating, and a TV with good reception. Tonight, Julie was enjoying both. Sure, the pictures on the screen were a little grainy and sometimes they faded out to snow and then snapped back even more muddled than before, but it was still watchable — even in Julie’s half-fuddled state.

“This one’s for you, Newmie,” Julie raised her champagne flute and toasted Paul Newman, who had one of his classics playing on the TCM channel.

On top of the coffee table was one of the champagne bottles Krystal had brought; it was nearly empty. Beside it was a wine bottle, taken out of the fridge with the cork-sealing foil still intact, now half drained. After an hour of solid drinking, Julie wasn’t feeling much sorrow anymore. It had been drowned by a sea of bubbles and the rich flavor of ripe Muscat grapes. The heat coming from the fireplace only added to her buzz.

She downed another glass and threw her head back on the couch. A weird drunken smile dawned on her face. Her eyelids were heavy, yet the rest of her body was so light it seemed to float. She didn’t even notice Bailey coming down the stairs.

The young eighteen-year-old wore black spandex shorts and a two-sizes-too-big high school jersey, which would have easily hidden any sign of a chest if it wasn’t for Bailey’s ample figure.

“Jules?” Bailey tentatively approached her cousin.

“Bailey!” Julie threw her hands up, excitement in her voice. “What up, cuz? Come on, sit, pour yourself a glass, don’t be shy now.”

Bailey sat next to her cousin. A line of concern delved between her eyebrows; it looked out of place on her young features.

“Hey, are you okay, Jules? You look kinda wasted.”

“Wasted?” Julie tucked her chin and snickered. “No, no, no, I’m pretty cool. I’m really cool, in fact.”

Bailey stared at her cousin, then glanced at the half-empty bottles on the table. She didn’t think Julie looked terribly sloshed, but it certainly sounded like sje was in good spirits, and Bailey was sure the alcohol had something to do with that. After all, how else could she explain Julie’s apparent eagerness to see her, after all that had happened in the past twenty-four hours?

Earlier in the day, around four o’clock in the afternoon, while Julie was looking for a nice quiet place to catch lunch, and Debra was pacing about and mulling over what had transpired in her sister’s bedroom, Krystal walked into Bailey’s room with one of her midday cravings, ready to be loved.

Bailey was used to it, and most of the times her mother didn’t even have to say explicitly that she wanted sex; it was plainly written in the glimmer of her eyes and wanting smile.

“The Black King?” Baileys had asked her mother, who stood at her doorstep in bra and panties, holding the black strap-on between her fingers.

“The Black King it is,” Krystal agreed with a grin.

“I’ll bring the lube.”

The Black King, otherwise known as the Anal-Only Dildo, was one of Krystal’s favorite toys in the pack. It was a large one, and Krystal never used it on her daughter. She felt Bailey was too young and inexperienced to experiment with anal penetration, especially from a device as big and unyielding as the Black King. She, however, absolutely loved it.

“I got something to tell you, Bai,” Krystal told her daughter as she crashed on the bed and removed her undergarments.”Your aunt Debra stopped by my room this morning. And, boy, did we have quite the talk…”

That was when Krystal told Bailey about Julie spying on them while they had sex, and how she’d gone on to tell her mother about it. Krystal also told her about the sexual encounter she’d shared with Debra.

And later on in the night, minutes after the date had changed on the calendar, Krystal brought to Bailey’s attention the fresh news of all that had just occurred between Julie and her mother. How in a moment of weakness — though Krystal could hardly blame her — Debra had tried to seduce Julie, which, unfortunately, had backfired in a big way. She then politely asked Bailey to spend the night in her room and refrain from going downstairs to talk to Julie, as per Debra’s request.

Bailey had only offered her mother a tight-lipped smile of agreement. Of course, she had no intention of leaving Julie on her own, letting her cousin stew in anger all night. Now they were sitting side by side.

“Hey, you know who else is cool?” Julie asked as she swayed in her seat.

Bailey paused, drew a nervous breath, and said “What? I mean, who?”

For a moment there, Bailey was positive that her cousin wasn’t going to answer her. Worse, she was sure that Julie was going to smack her instead. She wasn’t sure why she felt like that, but there was a slightly uneasy shift in Julie’s demeanor; it was like her sparkling sapphire eyes suddenly turned into ice pebbles.

“Why, Cool Hand Luke, of course!” Julie finally said, and burst into hysterical laughter.

Bailey politely smiled at her cousin like she would to a person going mad before her eyes. “Cool Hand… who?”

“Cool Hand Luke!” Julie pointed at the television. “Paul Newman? C’mon, it’s one of my all-time favorite movies!”

Glancing at the TV screen, Bailey was even more perplexed than before. She wasn’t sure who this Paul Newman fellow was, but she nodded, pretending to understand.

“Oh, you don’t even know good movies, Bai,” Julie waved her off. “All you watch is those ditzy comedy flicks. Unless, of course, you have your head tucked between your mother’s legs, in that case you probably can’t watch squat…”

And there it was — the underlying truth, coming from Julie’s mouth like a screaming bullet. A truth that poked such an enormous hole in the girl that something had to spill out.

Bailey quietly nodded. She’d felt a little timid before, but now that the bullet had been fired at her, she was perfectly fine, because she could live with the truth. And she’d come downstairs for a reason, so there was no holding back, not now.

“That’s right,” she said, “Mom and I have sex. I know you saw us. I’m not ashamed of it.”

“Fine with me,” Julie snorted as she picked up an empty glass. She studied its curves with her eyes. “I don’t care,” she added bleakly.

Bailey inched closer to Julie. “I know I’m just eighteen, and maybe not that experienced… but Christ, Jules, sex with a woman, especially an older woman? It’s… fucking incredible!” Her hand dropped on the bare portion of Julie’s thigh.

The twenty-two-year-old pretended not to notice, still staring vacantly at her empty glass. Inside, her heart was thumping wildly. Sweat had formed on her brow and hands. Even the alcohol buzz she had was slowly drifting away.

“I know what people think — mother and daughter being lovers, how wrong it is and how it’s… I don’t know, totally perverted. But you know what? Screw those people.” Bailey’s chestnut eyes blazed with excitement. “I have sex that is unimaginable to most people. I have friends who have sex; I read about it everywhere and no one… nothing that I’ve heard or read even comes close to what I feel when I have it with Mom. I have sex that is nothing short of a fantasy. I mean… it’s fucking out of this world, Jules!”

“Yeah… I bet,” Julie muttered into her glass.

Bailey leaned closer to her cousin. Her large breasts swayed under the loose shirt and grazed Julie’s arm. The young law student could tell that her cousin wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.

“Don’t you wanna know how it feels?” Bailey murmured, her breath warming Julie’s neck. “Forget what other people might think, forget everything. There’s nobody here but us girls. We are literally snowed in and hidden from society; it’s the perfect time and place for experiments. No one needs to know.”

Julie didn’t reply. She didn’t say anything, just kept staring through her glass. Her cousin’s hand was still on her thigh, only now it was moving back and forth. The sweet fragrance of coconut and honey emanated from the young girl’s long hazel hair and it enveloped Julie like the heat from the fireplace. She suddenly felt very sober and very immobile, as if trapped by Bailey’s words.

“Mom told me that your mom just made a move on you, and you totally blew her off. Now why on earth would you do that? Aunt Deb is so hot, so sexy. I’ll be honest, sometimes I masturbate while fantasizing about your mother. Hell, I fantasize about you, sweet cousin. I dream about us lying naked together, kissing each other — on the lips, and down there. I even dream of maybe fucking you with one of those big rubber toys that Mom brought. And then you could use it on me. Listen, Julie — I may be young, but I’m awesome in bed. No guy can give you an orgasm like I can. I promise you, after me, you’ll be swearing off men for life. Just give me one chance. What do you say, college girl? Feel like getting wild with me?”

Julie said nothing. She didn’t blow her cousin off, though, instead allowing Bailey‘s words to trickle into her consciousness and linger. And she was surprised to find herself honestly weighing the thought of giving in, of letting Bailey have her.

Bailey took the glass from Julie and put it aside on the table. She was no longer just rubbing Julie’s thigh, but massaging it in a very intimate and inviting manner. She’d come down for a reason, and that reason was about to unfold.

She drew closer, and even though Julie knew that a kiss was coming, she made no attempt to recoil — nor could she. Something in her had gone frozen, as if she’d been rendered motionless by a spell. Then Bailey’s lips were pressing against hers.

For the first few seconds, though it seemed much longer, the kiss was passionless and cold. Julie was stiff as a statue, her lips unwilling to cooperate. But then it changed — suddenly, Bailey’s tongue slipped between a cautious pair of lips, claiming Julie’s mouth as her own. Unable to stop herself, Julie inched her own tongue forward, suddenly wanting just a taste of her cousin’s mouth. A few seconds later, their mouths melted together and their wet tongues mingled with the type of passion that is reserved for first-time lovers. And this was Julie’s first time; her first truly romantic kiss with a female.

At that moment, she felt her heart growing larger with each noticeable thud. It felt like being reborn.

What am I doing? Julie thought. This is Bailey, my cousin. Hell, she’s always been more like my little sister! She questioned her sobriety; maybe she was drunker than she thought. But a calm voice in her head told her: You’re not drunk at all. And slowly she began to realize that the kiss felt wonderful, and that Bailey felt good in her mouth, just like she had imagined.

And she had imagined it; there was no point in denying it any longer. She had imagined kissing all of them since last night: Bailey, Krystal, but most of all, her mom. She spent the entire day trying to shake those thoughts, pretending she was appalled by them. But every time, her knees grew a little weaker, her heart pumped a little faster, and even her pussy became wetter.

“Mmmmm…” Bailey unlocked her lips from her cousin’s, and swept her tongue over her moist lower lip. “You taste like sweet wine, my child,” she said, giggling. Then she grabbed the lower hem of her jersey and took off her shirt, revealing that, sure enough, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

The sight would forever be treasured in Julie’s memory. Her cousin’s breasts were magnificent. Julie suspected that they were the kinds of things that men dream about at night. She was certainly no man, but felt aroused by the sight just the same.

“You like?” Bailey asked with a devilish smile, which made her look a little bit like her mother. She leaned forward and arched her back like a cat, those luscious breasts projecting proudly from her small, delicate frame.

The young law student was completely flustered. She wanted to do something to them, but was afraid to make a move.

Bailey read the hesitation on Julie’s face. “It’s okay, you can touch.” She seized Julie by the wrist, guiding the young woman’s hand to the swell of her bosom.

Julie’s excitement magnified at first touch. She marveled at the size of Bailey’s chest as her hands moved around the curvature of the breasts, caressing them with the lightness of a feather. Once again, she found herself amazed at how her cousin’s tiny body could support such a prodigious bust.

“It’s okay, Jules, you can suck them. I know you want to. Don’t think, just do it.” As if her words of encouragement weren’t enough, Bailey placed a hand on the back of Julie’s head, slowly drawing her close.

It only took a gentle graze of the nipple against Julie’s lip to make her suckle on Bailey’s breasts. Her tongue, suddenly feeling very invigorated, twirled around the already stiffening nipple in a clockwise direction. Bailey hummed in approval as Julie nursed like a hungry child drinking from her mother. Then the thought of doing the same thing to her mother crossed her mind; a thought which, an hour ago, would have completely unnerved her.

“God, you’re good at this,” Bailey said, then dipped down to plant a wet one on Julie’s lips. “Now let’s get you outta those clothes, cuz. I’m betting your pussy is, like, on fire right about now.”

Embarrassed, Julie felt her cheeks get warm. Bailey was right; her pussy was dripping by that point.

Bailey stripped Julie of her white camisole, then slipped off her pink shorts, leaving the young woman’s body in only a bright lacy bra and a snow-white pair of panties.

They were nearing the moment of truth and Julie recognized it, still feeling anxious. The air roared in her lungs, her muscles drew taut, anticipation sang in her veins. When Bailey grabbed at the waistband of the panties, Julie clutched both shaking hands around her cousin’s wrists in a final moment of indecision.

“C’mon, Jules, relax. I can see the wet spot in your panties from here. I can also see it in your eyes, how much you want it. Let me do this for you. And for me…”

“What if… what if someone comes downstairs?”

“Not gonna happen. Your mother still thinks you’re upset and she specifically asked me and Mom to stay upstairs tonight and let you be. Honestly.”

“Oh… so what exactly are you doing down here, then?”

Bailey grinned slyly. “You know me. I never listen.”

Julie smiled at that answer, then nodded in agreement. She released her cousin’s wrists, submitting to her forbidden desires.

Bailey swiftly stripped the panties from Julie’s body, unveiling her cousin’s cunt to her voracious gaze. She swallowed hard, her eyes widening at the glorious sight.

“Your pussy…” Bailey whispered, bending to administer a kiss fraught with lust and awe to the rosy flesh, as if it was the most coveted prize in the world. “It’s beautiful!” she said, and burrowed her face between Julie’s ivory thighs.

Julie writhed with pleasure on the couch. Bailey’s tongue swept through the cleft of her pussy, driving her into new realms of bliss. Once the tongue delved further inside, it wandered freely, blushing the narrow walls of Julie’s vagina.

Julie’s legs jerked until they eventually grew useless, just like the rest of her body. The shock of having her most lustful needs taken care of by her own cousin only added fire to the excitement she felt.

Bailey hummed happily as she worked her skilled tongue around inside Julie, who was moaning heartily by that point.

Briefly lifting her face, Bailey exclaimed, “God, Jules, you taste so freaking awesome!”

Julie couldn’t muster enough strength to reply. It was like a dream that is so fantastically amazing that you simply want to scream with joy, but your jaws are locked, your voice muted.

Then Bailey stopped licking her again. “Sorry, cuz,” she said, “but I’m not ready to make you come, not yet.” She crawled on top of Julie, until their faces were nearly touching.

Their young bodies, filmed with sweat, pressed against each other. They shared a look, one that was long and absorbing; Bailey through her large chestnut eyes and Julie through her bright sapphires. They studied each other’s faces as they were suddenly swept by memories of childhood: birthdays, holidays, playing with dolls, doing homework, going to the mall. And somehow it all came down to this moment, the two of them naked and vulnerable in each other’s arms.

Electric energy surged through their bodies as they studied one another. Bailey lowered her head and pressed her lips to Julie’s. This time they shared a much more drawn out and sultry kiss, and they only detached once they became breathless.

“You like the way you taste?” Bailey whispered.

Julie nodded. She had sampled the creamy new texture on Bailey’s tongue, and for the first time in her life was able to give a flavor to sex. She never imagined how sweet and wonderful her fluids tasted. Hopefully,  soon she would be able to taste Bailey as well. Just the thought of it made her mouth water.

Bailey continued kissing Julie — on the lips, on the chin, on her neck, going lower each time. Once she reached Julie’s chest, she kissed the black lace that covered her cousin’s shapely breasts. Then she bit the front clasp of the bra, tugged it with her seething teeth and growled.

“Are you mad?” Julie laughed heartily, a vibrating and infectious sound.

“A little bit,” Bailey smiled mischievously. She then unhooked the bra in a more reserved manner.

There was as much excitement in Bailey staring at her cousin’s bare breasts as there had been in Julie looking at hers. She’d always found Julie to have a perfectly sculpted body, and being able to see it unveiled for the first time in years was a gift she treasured.

Julie moaned with delight as her nipples hardened, changing to a much darker hue from the touch of her cousin’s warm mouth. It was a brand new territory of pleasure, one that she had never experienced. She hugged her cousin closely, realizing that she’d accepted this whole new reality of sex with a family member much more quickly than she would ever have imagined.

Bailey fondled Julie’s ivory cheek; there was love in her touch. “I want to taste your pussy again. Is it okay? Can I do it?”

Julie kissed her cousin’s loving hand. “Only if you’ll allow me to do the same for you.”

“Mmmm… I think we can arrange that,” Bailey said, still grinning that devious smile of hers. She stepped off the couch and rapidly removed her shorts and panties. Her pussy was smoothly shaven; the pink nether lips glistening even in the half-darkness of the dimly lit room.

Julie stared at her cousin’s nude figure, her eyes blazing, head reeling.  “I never…” She paused, struggling to finish her sentence.

“You never what?”

“I… I never imagined how… turned on I can get from seeing… you know, your p-pussy,” stuttered on the last word, which hadn’t been part of her regular vernacular before. Of course this wasn’t the same Julie as before. This was the new Julie.

Bailey ran a hand between her legs. “I know what you mean, sweet cousin. I still get turned on every time I see my mother’s pussy… and I feel the same way, looking at yours. ”

My mother’s pussy, Julie thought, as a sudden image of her mother popped inside her head. Her mother. Naked. The picture in her head was vividly sexy and exquisitely detailed. She could trace every curve and contour of the woman’s forty-eight-year-old body. Spot any fold or wrinkle on the skin. She could see Mom’s nipples, standing out prominently on her ripe breasts, begging to be licked and kissed. Her smoothly tanned tummy, gracefully pouched out a little at the waist. Below was her glorious mound, covered by a wealth of fine golden curls, each wisp of hair drenched with a powerful aroma of sex. Her rosy cunt lips peeking out from the golden patch, swollen and wet, ready to be caressed by Julie’s tongue. And as crazy, even downright perverted, it may have seemed in the past, she now saw herself going down on her own mother.

My God… I want her, Julie told herself. I really do.

“Make a little room for me,” Bailey’s voice echoed above Julie. She climbed on top of her cousin, arranging herself until each girl’s head was parallel with the other’s pussy.

Julie, momentarily lost in her fantasy world, snapped back into reality — as much as you can call this lustful new venture a reality. She peeked up and looked directly into her cousin’s pink ravine, its clit swollen and ready at the apex.

Her brain was reeling; so many things were happening so quickly. Her desires and wants swiftly transitioned into action, and she closed her eyes, parting her lips.

Then they began to lick each other.

Julie grabbed her cousin’s ass, squeezing each tight cheek between her fingers, trying to still the squirming pelvis above her face. The sweet scent of teen lust seemed to descend from the dampness and filter straight into her lungs. Before she could take it all in, she felt Bailey’s magical tongue once again sweeping over her pussy, then lips closing over her bulging clit.

The quivers started in her knees but quickly transitioned to her thighs and waist and torso. Her nipples ached with pleasure. She felt the orgasm building up inside like a whirlwind; that well-known feeling of impending release, only magnified into something much greater and much more overwhelming. The heat of sexual rapture conquered every fiber of her body.

In her moment of pleasure and self indulgence, the old Julie was able to shriek one final thought: It’s your cousin, Julie. Your cousin! It’s depraved. It’s wrong. It’s incest! But that cry was drowned by the growing voices of her lust. It was overpowered by the newer, bolder Julie, the Julie who only wanted to satisfy her own voracious appetite.

“Oh!” Bailey jerked as her own pussy was ravished by her cousin’s virgin mouth.

Julie vibrated with excitement as her tongue delved further into uncharted waters. The feeling was so powerful that she could only mourn the fact that she hadn’t been exposed to her mother’s lifestyle before, yet rejoice over the fact that it had finally caught up with her.

“Oh, fuck, Mommy! Fuck yes!” Bailey moaned excitedly as Julie’s mouth attacked her pussy. She wasn’t even aware that she’d cried out for her mother. It was a force of habit. But no one noticed and no one cared.

The long couch at the heart of the living room creaked as memories of sex were embedded within its frame. The fireplace hissed and crackled with aged oak, its glow shining beautifully over the two wet bodies.

“Ohhmmm… yeah… right there, baby! Right there!” Bailey frantically cried.

“Oh yes, yes… oh, fuck me…” Julie moaned as her clit throbbed in Bailey’s mouth.

Their orgasms came crashing down like a tidal wave, claiming both girls simultaneously. She shook and moaned, and finally lay still.

Julie smiled, knowing that she had truly found peace. She had made a choice — much like her mother and aunt had years ago — to walk a path. And it was a damn good path.

Bailey rolled off of Julie, trying to stand, but instead dropping onto the carpeted floor. Her lips glistened with her cousin’s juices. Her breathing grew shallow as her ecstasy slowly ebbed away.

Her body feeling like it had been poked with a thousand warm needles Julie peered down from the couch and saw her cousin collapsed on the floor, that devilish smile still on her lips. She wanted to say something, but her physical resources were exhausted. So she just laid there, gently stroking her pussy, drifting along the waves of her subsiding climax.

“Listen, Jules,” Bailey said in a low and husky voice. “How about me and you go upstairs and get ourselves more comfy? Let’s go up to my room, snuggle up in that big bed.”

Julie rolled on her side and tilted her head down. Her face hovered over Bailey’s.

“I would love to, sweetheart, but… I think I need to make a different visit first.”

“Oh?”

Julie cocked her eyebrow at Bailey and tilted her head towards the upstairs landing.

Now Bailey got it. “Oh! You mean… your mother.”

Julie, her face pillowed over her folded arm, stared down at her nude cousin. “Seriously, how fucked up is that?”

“It’s not,” Bailey answered. “I told you; don’t get caught up in what other people think. Get caught up in what you think. And right now you’re thinking: Man, there’s a woman upstairs and I wanna get naked with her, and kiss her and taste her. You wanna fuck her! And y’know what; she’s upstairs thinking the exact same about you. And at the end of the day, you two and Mom and me will be the only ones to know about it. The only ones that really matter.”

Such simple truths she speaks, Julie thought. Simple and easy. Maybe it was time to look at the world, not through the eyes of a soon-to-be-lawyer, but through the eyes of someone who saw what she wanted and went for it. Bailey was a creature of impulse, with a heart that outweighed her brain. Maybe it was time to take a page from her book.

“You’re right.” Julie said, suddenly sitting up. Her mind was lucid, her decision had been made.

“Of course I am,” Bailey murmured with a smile.

Julie rose from the couch. Her legs felt wobbly, like the night before, when she caught her cousin and her aunt having sex. Now that memory felt like it happened to an older version of her, in a different universe.

She walked towards the stairwell, giving Bailey a good look atf her nude figure walking away. Her long sleek legs moved seductively across the hardwood. The dim light reflected beautifully off her taut skin. The well defined muscles on her peachy ass flexed and relaxed with each step she took.

“Hey, Jules.”

Her hand on the staircase’s steel handrail, Julie glanced over her shoulder. She saw Bailey’s bad-girl smile, peeking at her from behind the long couch.

“I dunno if you’re up for it, but in case you are — go to my bedroom and look under the covers before you pay your mom a visit.”

Julie’s lips parted; she was about to ask a question, but changed her mind. She glanced down at her body, realizing she was still nude. She realized the absurdity of sauntering around naked in the very house she had vacationed in ever since she was a child. Now she was about to walk into her mother’s room and do something that would very likely shatter any memory she had in this place to tiny bits and pieces. But she had already made peace with it. And as for the rest of society, as Bailey had put it so eloquently: screw those people. Screw them. And without even noticing, she was already standing at the top of the stairs.

The last time Julie saw her mother was in her bedroom, lying on the bed, wearing a very revealing crimson nightgown. Since then, more than an hour had passed. So much has happened in those sixty minutes, Julie thought.

She peeked inside her room and found it dark and empty. Her mother had clearly gone back to her own room. It’s long after midnight, Julie thought. She might have already gone to sleep. But somehow, she suspected otherwise. Somehow she knew her mother was awake.

Julie went into Bailey’s room first. She looked around, instantly noticing how the door to the adjoining shower-room was wide open. Sitting naked on Bailey’s bed, she could see the small window above the shower-room mirror that had started all of this. What she saw from that window still danced lucidly in her head: mother and daughter, playing into each other’s fantasies and dirty secrets. She remembered how watching them at first was like staring at two outsiders invading her own delicate reality. But very quickly, she’d begun to feel like the outsider who was looking in. And she remembered jealousy burning in her heart. Of course, she couldn’t forget that increasing feeling of arousal.

Maybe it was wrong to feel that way — or so least that voice in her head had insisted — but she had to be truthful with herself. And the truth was that watching Krystal and Bailey had gotten her hot, and she’d been thrilled when Mom had touched her. It was time to share her excitement with the others. What she had just done with Bailey was amazing; now she was ready for the next step — the ultimate step.

Look under the covers, Bailey had told her. She lifted the heavy blanket from the bed. Now what have you got under here, Bai? 

It didn’t take her long to notice. She drew closer to it, fixed on it with wide open eyes, felt her heart thumping. She looked at it; the first one she had ever seen in person. Its figure was harsh and unyielding. It looked like a medieval torture device, but she knew that it was anything but. In fact, just by studying its crude and purposeful shape, it breathed new and thrilling sensations into Julie’s pussy; a warm twinge between her legs like a deep, hollow void seeking fulfillment.

Julie picked up the impressively sized strap-on with both hands. She recognized the black leather harness, then glanced again at the small window in the shower-room. It was the same sex toy she’d seen Krystal using on Bailey. For no reason she could understand, Julie drew the rubber cock close to her nose and took a hearty whiff from it. There was a smell that she recognized, and liked.

She stood with the rubbery phallus in her hands, then positioned the toy over her pubic bone as if she was a man holding an erection. She licked her lips and slowly began to thrust her pelvis back and forth in a fucking motion.

I wonder if Mom would let me use this on her. She swept her tongue over her lips again. I wonder if she would use it on me. Her knees swayed forward, burying the cock in an imaginary cunt. Can I even take this thing inside me? It’s so damn… big! Then she began to imagine a voice, whispering in her ear. The sound came from her head, but it sounded a lot like her mother. Oh yes, you like that? I know you do. Then there was a climax and even Julie, who was only playing a pretending game, shuddered with excitement.

Julie knew then that she was completely committed to what she was about to do. And she had no doubt that it would be incredible.

On to Chapter Four!

 

Ripples, Chapter 25

  • Posted on June 15, 2020 at 3:22 pm

by Sapphmore 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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Staring at Jessica and Rachel, Laura’s heart hammered as she realised how this illicit tableau must appear to them — what she’d been doing, and who she’d been doing it with.

The tables had been turned. Mere hours ago, Laura had interrupted her sister and Rachel in the middle of a lesbian orgy involving their own underage daughters… and at the time, she’d made no secret of her disdain. How could anyone have sex with their kids, for fuck’s sake?

Now there she was, caught naked and in bed with three of those same girls, her lips still wet with the juices of the youngest… and Laura wasn’t exactly sure how she’d got there in the first place.

She frantically cast about for something, anything to say. “Jess, Rachel, this isn’t what — I mean, I… Oh, shit, what am I saying, of course it’s what it looks like. I’m so sorry; I don’t know how this happened. I was just passing and heard a noise, and the next thing I knew… oh, Christ almighty, what have I done?”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she seemed to wilt, burying her head in her hands. A sob broke from her lips.

Removing her arm from Rachel’s waist, Jess moved towards the bed to stand before her little sister, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t cry, Laura.”

Laura slowly straightened, staring at her naked older sister, who she’d fantasised about so many times before. She hadn’t seen Jess fully naked since their teens and, even in the midst of her shame, noted that she was every bit as beautiful now as she’d been in those days. Better, she told herself. She’s ripened like a luscious fruit.

Forcing her eyes to continue their upward journey, Laura managed to meet her sister’s gaze. Jess was smiling sympathetically at the distraught woman.

“It’s okay, sis. I know exactly what you’re feeling; I had the same regrets after my first time with Alice. I told myself it was all my fault. I mean, I was the adult, her mother; I was supposed to protect my daughter, not make love to her. I felt the guilt, and tried to rationalise it away, but still felt that I’d done wrong. The thing is, I wanted to be with her again. Desperately. But I didn’t have the courage to do anything about it.

“I’m not sure I would ever have made love to Alice again on my own… but you know what happened?” Laura shook her head. “One night she came to me and told me, very sweetly, that she very much wanted to, to be with me again, and spend the night together. Oh, Laura, if you’d seen what I saw in her eyes right then… I couldn’t tell her no.” Jessica gave a happy sigh. “That night was magical. I knew then that yes, it was good, it was right for us to be intimate.

“After that, it seemed… easier to accept the idea of making love to Katie and Poppy as well. Oh, I kept going back and forth about it, unable to decide yes or no, but once again, Alice took the initiative. She taught them both, showed them how special love between girls could be. And once they were all exploring sex together, it only seemed natural for me to join in. As you’ve discovered, my girls can be very persuasive.” She paused, smiling wryly. “I’m actually surprised that Alice didn’t join in when she watched from the bathroom. It’s not like her to pass up a chance to make love with her aunt, the way she feels about you… but I’m glad she decided to come to me instead.”

Laura sat motionless, hands in her lap, then glanced towards the door at the mention of her eldest niece, barely registering the fact that she was still naked, her robe discarded somewhere in the room. She turned back to Jessica, weighing what she’d just said — but even then, couldn’t keep herself from gazing longingly at her sister’s bare, beautifully shaped breasts, now inches from her face. She fought a crazy impulse to lean closer and capture a dark pink nipple with her lips.

Noticing Laura’s hungry look, Jess allowed herself a slight smile. What would she do if I guided her face to my chest, offered her what she wants?

Instead, she dropped to her knees to face Poppy, extending her arms. The naked child slid out of Katie’s arms and came to her. Jess kissed her tenderly on the lips, and Poppy was happy to respond. This was not just the embrace of a mother and her daughter, it was a warm, intimate meeting of lovers.

Finally, they drifted apart, all smiles. “Morning, Mummy,” Poppy cooed.

“Morning, sweetheart. It looked like you were having fun.”

“Oh, yes, Mummy. Auntie Laura’s really good at licking… and she tastes nice, too!”

Drawing close to the little girl, Jess kissed her again, this time circling Poppy’s mouth with her tongue. Breaking away, she said, “Mmmm, yes, I see what you mean — she does taste good.”

Jessica turned back to smile at a stunned Laura, who felt someone sit beside her on the bed. Glancing to her left side, she saw Rachel there. She couldn’t help but steal a quick peek at the generous breasts of her big sister’s lover, the nicest she’d seen in some time. I don’t understand this, Laura thought. I just had sex, for fuck’s sake — why am I already craving more?

Rachel was now beckoning to her daughter Cindy, who scrambled across the bed to hug her mother, then they too shared a sweet, yet very romantic kiss. “Lovely child,” the woman murmured, cradling the nude ten-year-old in her arms.

Not to be left out, Katie sidled up to Laura and wrapped both arms around the shell-shocked woman. “Mum,” she said, “Does that mean Auntie Laura will be joining our love club?”

Is that their name for it? Laura mused. That must’ve been the bloody initiation ritual I just got put through, then.

“Well, why don’t we ask her?” Jess replied, then looked deep into Laura’s eyes, as if she meant to read her sister’s soul. “You know, Laura; I think the girls will be very upset if you don’t take up their offer. Especially Alice, as you’ve not been with her yet. Me, I’d love to share my bed with you… and I’m certain that Rachel feels the same way,” she added, glancing at her lover as if seeking confirmation.

“It’s true,” said Rachel, placing a warm hand on Laura’s thigh. “I’ve always fancied you, ever since I began to suspect that I might be gay. The last time you visited, when I saw you in that blue swimsuit…” She fanned herself with the other hand, as if suddenly feeling hot. “Besides,” she added with a chuckle, “I’d feel awfully cross if my little girl could have it off with you, but not me.”

“It was so nice, Mum, making love to her!” Cindy said, wrapping both arms around her mother’s neck from behind. “I hope you get to someday.” She glanced shyly at Laura, her face resting on Rachel’s shoulder. “Um, can I call you Auntie Laura too… even if you’re not really my aunt?”

Laura felt herself melting as she gazed into the warm blue eyes of the naked ten-year-old. “Of course you can,” she murmured. Unable to check the sudden impulse, she bent to kiss Cindy’s cheek, feeling a shiver as her nipple brushed Rachel’s arm. “Thank you for, um, making me feel good, sweetie.”

Straightening up, she stole another quick peek at Rachel’s breasts, then her eyes met those of the curvy older woman. Laura felt her face grew warm as she read the unabashed desire in them.

That’s right, Rachel silently told her lover’s sister. See it in my eyes — in all our eyes — how much we want you. Lying back, legs spread wide, ready to fuck and be fucked. She longed to ravish the younger woman then and there, but knew that the wiser move would be to bide their time. We’ll let her think about it for a few days, dream about the time she spent making love with the girls. Before the week’s out, she’ll be frantic for more.

“We love you very much,” Laura heard Jess say, then she turned to face her sister, who was extending a hand. Laura took it, allowing herself to be drawn to her feet. Before she could speak, Jessica leaned forward and gave her a lingering kiss on the mouth, then pulled away slightly. Their eyes met, then Jess moved in again, this time tracing Laura’s lower lip with her tongue — catching a hint of the fresh, familiar nectar of her littlest girl Poppy.

Reaching up to cup Jessica’s face, Laura let her eyes drift shut as she returned the tender kiss. As their bare bodies touched, she recalled the last time she’d masturbated while lost in a fantasy of sex with her luscious big sister. It wasn’t as lovely as this, she decided.

After a moment, they drifted apart. Laura found herself blushing when she noticed how pleased the others seemed to be. She’d always seen herself as a strong, confident woman; now she felt like an awkward teen in the presence of her older sister. Struggling for the right words, she finally gave up and admitted, “I don’t know how to respond, Jess. Not just yet. This is… it’s all happening so fast.”

Jessica nodded, giving her sibling’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Listen, Laura, we’re not going to push you into anything you don’t want, but you’ve experienced something wonderful with the girls. And believe me, that’s only the start of it.”

“Thank you for wanting to include me,” Laura murmured. “That does mean a lot.”

Jess moved closer to hug her sibling once more. “It’s great to have you home, sis. Sorry to have put you through so much.”

Laura gently broke away. “I really have to get back to the flat. I’ve got an article to write, and at the moment it’s a jumble of scribbled notes.. Er… mind if I shower off first?”

“No, not at all. Go right ahead.”

“Need any help, Auntie Laura?” Katie piped up.

Jess gave the girl a stern look. “Katie Matthews, I think your aunt’s had more than enough fun and games for the time being. You girls get washed and dressed, then come down for breakfast.”

Katie pouted a bit, but perked up when she saw Cindy and Poppy trot towards the bathroom. With a saucy grin, she hastened after them.

Jess turned back to her sister. “Come down when you’re ready. I’ll bring your bag up in a minute.” She headed toward the door, seizing Rachel’s hand. The two nude women left the room, followed by Laura’s longing gaze.

As the lovers disappeared from sight, Laura sighed, then began to make her way to the main bathroom. She paused to pick up her robe and was about to put it on, then thought, Why bother? Draping the garment over her arm, she stepped into the hallway.

As the two mothers reached Jessica’s bedroom, Rachel said, “Wait. Bella and Alice are still in there, remember?”

“Oh, let’s just take a peek,” Jess replied, reaching for the knob. She opened the door, and they peered inside. The girls were on the bed and engaged in a passionate sixty-nine, but they paused to look round when the door opened.

“You carry on, girls,” Jess told them. “Come down to breakfast when you’re done.”

Rachel glanced at Jess, a sly glint in her eye. “What if we just…”

Jess shook her head. “No, let’s let them be for now.” She reached around the door to lift their robes off the hook — shrugging into the big fluffy one, then handing the short satin dressing gown to Rachel. As Rachel slipped it on, Jess gave her lover’s body an appreciative look before she could tie the belt.

“Come on,” she said. “Let’s get started on breakfast.”

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Rachel was familiar enough with Jessica’s kitchen to only need reminding a time or two where things were, so they pitched in together and prepared a morning repast for everyone. They put the kettle on for tea and coffee, poured glasses of juice, took out boxes of cereal, popped crumpets and muffins under the grill and laid the table.

As Rachel was setting out plates, Jess stood behind admiring the view. Then she sidled up close, slipping both arms around her lover’s waist. Rachel swiveled her head about, curving a hand behind Jessica’s neck to guide the taller woman’s mouth to hers.

As they kissed languorously, Jess began to caress the thin shiny material that barely concealed Rachel’s body, her nipples now all but visible through the gossamer-thin material. Meanwhile, Jessica’s other hand slipped beneath the very short hem to dip a playful finger into the cleft between Rachel’s thighs.

With a blissful sigh, Rachel parted her legs to take in more of that probing finger, and Jess was happy to oblige. As their kiss grew increasingly urgent, Rachel began to fumble for the front of the thick robe that Jess wore — but then, the sound of girls’ voices began to ring through the upstairs hall.

They reluctantly parted, Rachel, giving her lover a very pointed look. “You owe me a fuck, my wicked little tease. Not a bloody quickie, either — I want to be rogered hard enough to rattle my fillings loose.”

Jess had to smile. “My, my… someone’s in a mood this fine morning.”

“I’m not the one who stopped us both from jumping into the sack with our big girls mere minutes ago. For that matter, we didn’t have to stop just now, did we? You could have ravished me right here on the kitchen top. It’s not like the girls would mind.”

“Oh, I’m sure they wouldn’t! But tempting as that sounds, I think we’d better take it slow this morning… at least, until we manage to get back to the bedroom. I’d prefer my sister didn’t come down and catch me eating your minge instead of a toasted crumpet.”

“Now, that’s my kind of breakfast,” Rachel said with a lecherous smile.

“Seriously, I do think Laura’s seen enough of our perverse lifestyle for now.”

“You’re telling me!” Rachel exclaimed, shaking her head. “From what I saw, I’m surprised she can walk.

Just then, Alice and Bella bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen, all giggles.

“Morning, girls,” said Jess. “Did you two have a good time?”

The pair of twelve-year-olds wrapped their arms around one another. “Well, yeah, sure… but we thought you and Aunt Rachel were coming back to bed,” Alice said, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

Bella coyly echoed the sentiment. “We were keeping it warm, just like you wanted.”

Jess smiled. “Don’t worry, girls. The day is still young, and there’s plenty of time to play. Did either of you notice if Laura was still in the shower?“

“I heard the water running,” Bella said. “Thought it would be a good idea if me and Alice went in and offered to scrub her back.”

“Ooooh, that’s a lovely idea!” Alice exclaimed, turning to her friend. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Jessica rolled her eyes heavenward. “Sex, sex, sex — is that all anyone in this family cares about?” With a snort of laughter, she wiped her hands on a dishtowel. “She’ll need a change of clothes… I’d better take her bag up. Watch the grill, Rach; I’ll be back in a minute.” Leaving the kitchen she picked up her sister’s suitcase from the hallway, then made her way upstairs.

Rachel casually sauntered around the kitchen island, giving the girls their first view of her skimpy attire. They both looked her up and down appreciatively. She was well familiar with the effect she had on both men and women, but seeing the hunger in the eyes of these young girls had her body pulsing with lust.

Leaning back against the counter, letting her gauzy nightgown slide up an inch or two, Rachel gazed at the teen pair, her lips set in a slight pout. “Don’t I get a morning kiss?”

Both girls rushed to her, one on each side. Turning to Bella, she kissed her daughter gently, then with a lusty fervor, soon bringing her tongue into play. Finally, they drifted apart. “Well, sweetie,” said Rachel, “you seem to have gotten over your shyness, haven’t you?”

Blushing, Bella said, “Guess I have, Mum.”

“And your lips have a very interesting flavor to them.” Rachel paused to savour it, then turned to Alice. “What about you, young lady? Do you taste like my daughter?”

“Only one way to find out,” Alice declared with a grin.

“Naughty child,” Rachel whispered, moving in to take what she wanted. Alice parted her lips, and they came together — mouths crushing together, tongues engaging.

Finally, they broke apart, and the dazed woman gave both girls an adoring smile. “You know, I can’t decide whose pussy tastes the nicest. We’ll have to kiss again, I think.”

Just as she was about to take Bella into her arms, Rachel gasped, “Oh, bloody hell!” and raced over to the grill, Stuffing her hand into an oven mitt, she hurried to pull the pan out before the smell of burning pervaded the kitchen. “Sorry, girls… I don’t want to burn the house down on our first morning together.”

Just then Jess returned, stopping at the doorway as she drank in the sight of her lover bending over to remove the crumpets from the low grill, the short dressing gown riding up to expose her shapely bum and full labia.

Glancing back, Rachel turned to see three pairs of eyes, all fixed on her nether regions. “Enjoying the view?” she said, arching an eyebrow as she straightened.

Alice spoke first, and with great enthusiasm. “Oh, yes.” They all laughed.

Jess moved into the kitchen, stopping next to Bella. The young girl looked up at the statuesque redhead with adoring puppy eyes. Jess placed her index finger under Bella’s chin, gently tilted her head up and leaned down to kiss her, chastely but lovingly, on the mouth. The twelve-year-old closed her eyes, filled with a helpless craving for the sexy mother of her girlfriend.

As Jess pulled back, Bella’s eyes remained closed for a couple of seconds before the girl returned to the here and now, her cheeks slightly flushed. Jess smiled, making a mental note to taste Rachel’s daughter as soon as possible, then turned to kiss Alice.

“When you lot are done with the snogging session, breakfast is served.” They all turned to see Rachel stood in a pose — one hand on her hip, the other balancing a plateful of toasted goodies.

Alice rushed to the table. “I’m starving, let’s eat!”

A cannonade of footsteps coming down the stairs announced the arrival of the three younger girls, swarming into the kitchen, all talking at once. They milled around for a moment, hugging and kissing both mothers in turn.

“Good morning, girls,” said Jessica. “Come and have breakfast, then we’ll decide what to do today.”

As Katie passed by Alice on the way to her seat, the older sister turned and held out her palm. “Way to go, sis,” she said. They high-fived.

Seating herself, Katie reached out to take a crumpet — then she noticed that her mother was gazing evenly at her, arms folded.

“Young lady,” Jess said, staring directly at Katie, “do you recall last night, when we had a little discussion about boundaries?”

Katie looked perplexed. “Um…”

“I think you know what I’m talking about — the way you tricked your Aunt Laura into bed like that. What would you have done if she’d gotten angry instead?”

“But Mum,” Katie protested, “I knew she wanted to — to make love with us!”

“Oh, I see… so now you know what people are thinking, do you?”

“No, she was, y’know, doing things… touching herself in her room.”

“When? How do you know that for certain?”

“It was last night. I listened outside Auntie Laura’s door and heard her making noises. She was totally, like, doing herself. And I knew she wasn’t dreaming, ‘cos she’d only just gone to bed.”

“So you were spying on her?”

Katie shook her head. “No, I just wanted to talk to her and tell her to not be angry; that we love having sex with each other. But then I heard her, um, masturbating, so I just listened for a while until it sounded like she finished. She got really loud, too. Then everything was quiet, so I went back to bed. But then… I sort of got an idea, and I woke up Poppy and Cindy to tell it to them.”

Jess nodded. “Ah, now we’re coming to it. What was this idea?”

Looking everywhere but at her mother, Katie said, “Well… we listened for when Auntie Laura got up to go to the bathroom, and when she did, I opened the door just a little bit… and we sort of, um, let her catch us having sex.”

“I see.” Jessica’s expression was neutral.

Encouraged, Katie continued. “She could’ve gone back to her room, Mum… but instead, she was watching us through the door. And — and touching herself, too!

“Then Auntie Laura saw I was looking at her, so I told her to come in. She just kinda stood there and didn’t move, but I got her to sit on the bed. She asked us about how we first started having sex, and we took turns telling her about it. After that, we just sort of… well, you know.”

“Oh, we saw what happened after that,” Jess fired back, walking around the kitchen island to position herself in front of Katie, a stern look on her face as she looked down at the nervous nine-year-old. “I have just one thing to say to you, missy.” Bending down until her face was level with her daughter’s, she broke into a wide grin. “You clever, clever girl.”

Overcome with relief, Katie threw both arms around her mum’s neck. As Jess straightened up, cradling the girl’s face to her breasts, she saw everyone look towards the doorway. Turning, she saw Laura, dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt, standing in the doorway. Her expression was pensive, perhaps embarrassed.

After an awkward moment of silence, Jess crossed over to where her younger sister stood and hugged her. Releasing her held breath, Laura melted into the embrace. As they broke apart, she looked around expecting to see everyone staring, and was a little surprised to see all five girls tucking into their breakfast as though nothing had happened. Only Rachel was watching with satisfaction, or perhaps a relieved smile.

Laura offered a shy smile of her own to Rachel, unable to conceal how much she enjoyed the sight of her sister’s lover. She couldn’t help but imagine the tantalising view she would have if that skimpy robe covering Rachel’s body was just an inch or two shorter. So strange… I’ve known her for years, but never realized how damned sexy she is.

Her mind was drifting to some very interesting places when Jess broke the spell. “Tea or coffee?”

Jerked back into the moment, Laura managed to stammer, “Ah, coffee.” She took a seat at the crowded table, her face growing warm as she realized that Rachel had taken note of her interest. In fact, the look the shapely brunette gave Laura made it clear that the desire was mutual.

The hubbub of young girls’ chatter gradually increased as they ate, each of them making suggestions for where they should spend the day. Laura sat and drank her coffee silently as she took in the comfortable familiarity of the group, gradually feeling more at ease. Her sister and Rachel seemed genuinely in love, and an outsider would have been hard-pressed to tell which daughter belonged to which mother by the way they interacted, apart from the contrasting difference in looks.

At the same time, Laura couldn’t help but notice how happy and well-adjusted the kids seemed to be. She’d always taken it on faith that children were too young to handle the complexities of sexual relationships, but none of these girls seemed to be damaged or traumatised in any way. Maybe Jess and Rachel really are onto something here, she thought.

As breakfast began to wind down and empty plates were pushed away, Jess asked for a final group decision as to how their day would be spent. The consensus seemed to be Willett’s Farm Garden & Leisure Centre, with each set of girls questioning the other as to which of the amenities they’d tried.

In recent years, garden centres had transformed from places where children suffered and complained while parents pushed trolleys around picking up plants and compost, to leisure destinations offering a multitude of facilities and ways to have fun. The Matthews girls asked the Thomas girls if they had been in the reptile house, and the Thomas sisters wanted to know if the Matthews sisters had explored the birds of prey and falconry centre.

“So, Willett’s it is, then!” Jess announced, to a chorus of cheers.

As the girls helped to clear the table, Jess reminded them to brush their teeth. “Then you can watch TV for a while, if you like. Just be ready at noon; we’ll be leaving around then.”

Over the clatter of dishes and cutlery being placed in the washer, Rachel handed her empty plate to Alice and said, “Why don’t you come with us, Laura?”

Laura was sorely tempted to take her up on the offer, but finally said, “I’d love to… but I really ought to go home and get cracking on my assignment, else I’ll have the sodding editor breathing down my neck, asking for a first draft.”

“What is it about, your article? Jess didn’t say.”

Laura looked round to see if any of the girls were listening. Alice and Katie were, so she simply said, “Er, this particular club scene in Europe.”

Rachel nodded. “You’ll have to tell us when it’s published; I’d love to read it.”

Jess interrupted, “Are you sure we can’t tempt you to join us today, Laura? I’m sure the girls would love for you to come.” The emphasis on that last word was not lost on the three grownups — or Alice, for that matter, who didn’t bother to hide a knowing smile. “You can stay the night, we’ll get a takeaway and you can go home first thing tomorrow.”

Images began to flicker through Laura’s mind; long-held fantasies involving her sister, along with the added attraction of the scantily clad Rachel. As her thoughts turned to other delights, like those she’d experienced barely an hour ago, she began to feel unnerved again, recalling how easily she’d been manipulated into bed by that trio of little girls.

The temptation to let herself go was stronger than she’d expected, but Laura managed to resist. “It sounds delightful, but I honestly do need to start work. I’ll call you in a few days.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.” Moving to the open door, she called into the living room. “Girls, come and say goodbye to your Aunt Laura.”

Racing into the kitchen, the gaggle of girls all descended on Laura, begging her to stay, promising she would enjoy it.

I would, too, she thought. That’s why I have to leave. “I’m sorry, girls,” she sighed. “I’d love to join you today, but there’s a mountain of work waiting for me when I get home.”

Katie came close and hugged her. “Thank you for this morning, Auntie Laura, it was fab.”

Poppy followed Katie in expressing her enjoyment. “Yeah, Auntie Laura; that was fun. Can we do it again? Really soon?”

Her face reddening, Laura mumbled her goodbyes, kissing the girls on their cheeks instead of the offered lips. One by one, the youngsters left the kitchen, until only Alice remained.

“You know, Aunt Laura,” she murmured, “we haven’t seen you for a long time, and I hardly got to spend any time with you at all. Can I maybe come over and visit one day? We could go shopping… or anything else you feel like doing.”

Uncertain how she ought to respond, Laura looked to her sister for help. Jess shrugged, as if to say It’s up to you, but it was obvious that she knew damn well what her daughter had in mind.

The only thing Laura could think to say was, “We’ll see. I need to finish my article, then drop by the London office. I might have some free time in a couple of days. I’ll let you know.” In truth, Laura was wondering how on earth she was going to concentrate on work, given the revelations and experiences of the last few hours.

“Okay,” Alice said, and hugged her aunt, then skipped out of the kitchen and up the stairs, leaving just the three women and a moment of awkward silence. Finally, Rachel took the lead.

“You travel a lot for your job; you must have some amazing experiences. Did you say your article is about nightclubs?”

“Well, not really nightclubs, as such.” Seeing Rachel’s intrigued look, Laura elaborated. “To be honest, II was investigating swinger clubs that are exclusively for women; it’s the new thing.”

Rachel’s eyes widened. “Well, that sounds like fun; let me know if you need any help with research.” She laughed. “You know, I went to a club like that once in Ibiza, just after my divorce.”

Jess arched an eyebrow. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Well, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. I figured if a little same-sex fun was good enough for my ex-husband, I might as well try pitching for the other team myself. It’s not as if I’d never fooled around with girls before. That night at the club was the first time I’d ever had full-on queer sex, though.”

Laura’s eyes had widened. “Your husband was gay?”

“I know. I mean, we had some fun with other singles now and again, but I found out he had a little twosome going with some Greek gym bunny. Still, silver lining and all that. It means I now get to spend the rest of my life with this goddess.” She wrapped her arms around Jessica, and they shared a brief kiss.

Laura was both a little shocked at Rachel’s confessions, but at the same she could see how happy and in love Jess was. A small pang of jealousy pricked her.

Turning to her sister, Jess took a deep breath. “As it seems to be confession time, I think I should come clean as well, Laura. I want you to know everything — no secrets.”

Not only was Laura intrigued, but Rachel too was wondering what juicy morsel Jess was about to share.

“I’ve had sex with another woman, other than the ones you know about. Well, a girl, really… she’s sixteen. It seems she had a crush on me. I was helping her with some college courses, and out of nowhere, she gave me a kiss. That’s as far as things went. But then we had sex a few days later.” She paused. “Her name is Sally; she works in my shop.”

Laura frowned. “You mean… you had it off with one of your employees?”

Jess nodded. “I suppose that makes me look awful, but she did all but throw herself at me… and I simply wasn’t strong enough to resist. But the point I’m trying to make is, although Rachel and I are very much in love, we’ve decided we might want to involve other women now and again, even other girls, perhaps — but only if we both agree to it.”

Rachel jumped in. “I think Jess feels the need to make up for what she’s been missing, and who am I to argue? She hasn’t had a real lover since the divorce… not until it hit her that she’d been looking in the wrong place.” Leaning in, she placed a kiss on Jessica’s cheek.

Jess kept her eyes on her sister, trying to gauge Laura’s feelings. She continued, and her voice now took on a hushed, sultry tone. “I think you can see where I’m going with this. I’m sure the thought of making love with the girls again has crossed your mind. I mean, who could blame you? They are very enthusiastic, eager to learn… and to please.” She paused. “What I’m saying, Laura, is that we’re not just talking about having sex with you. Rachel and I are inviting you to be a part of this family. In every sense of the word.”

Still seated at the dining table, Laura was staring into space, toying with her fork. She seemed to be having some kind of internal conflict, which Jess took to be a battle between outrage and acceptance.

She didn’t know the whole story, though. While Laura was struggling with her sense of right and wrong, her heart was racing at the thought of finally realising that crazy dream of making love with her sister. More than that, the chance to fuck Rachel was on the table too.

Who was it, Laura wondered, that said the gods punish us by making our dreams come true?

Rachel pictured Jess and her sister naked and entwined in bed, sharing messy kisses while she stood off to the side and watched. For some reason, that seemed wilder and more illicit than sex with their daughters.

Feeling increasingly giddy, Laura felt thankful that she was still seated. How had she fallen into this insane scenario? Her own sister was coming on to her, practically inviting her into bed. The threesome Laura had experienced in Paris had been amazing, but this was something else again. The long-held desire she’d had for Jessica was now on the verge of happening, with Rachel added as a very savoury bonus.

Then there were the girls. Until last night, she’d never given a thought to sex with an underage lover. In most of her relationships, she’d been the younger partner. But here was her sister, inviting Laura to have sex with her daughters, her very young daughters. Her children, she admitted. That’s what they are. And sweet Jesus, why does thinking about them arouse me so much?

During breakfast, Laura was shocked to catch herself stealing quick glances at Alice, noticing how lovely she’d become since her last visit. She tried not to look at her niece after that — which only made it worse, her dirty mind immediately summoning up the image of the twelve-year-old as she’d seen her the night before: stark naked but for a strap-on cock fastened about her waist, the toy glistening with fluids from her mum’s cunt, a fire in her eyes that made Laura shiver from the memory of it. If I’d taken my pants off and got down on all fours, she’d have fucked me right then and there. 

The very idea made her pulse race even faster — from arousal as much as fear. Why not? After all, I let Alice’s little sisters have their way with me. I even went down on them!

She’d tried to convince herself into believing that what happened this morning was a moment of weakness, never to be repeated. She was caught off guard and lost control. It wouldn’t happen again.

Who am I kidding? I loved it… and I already want more.

She decided to buy herself time. “Again, I — I’ll have to think about it, Jess. It’s a lot to take in.”

Reaching across the table, Jessica covered Laura’s hand with hers. “Take all the time you need. We’ll still be here.”

Laura gave her sibling a shaky smile. She’d managed to avoid making a commitment, but her nerves were still jangling, “I’d better go. Can you call me a taxi?”

“Oh, there’s no need for that. I can drive you home.”

“No, no — that’s okay, it’s fine. You go and enjoy yourselves. I’ll just fetch my bag.” With that, she left, and was soon heard mounting the stairs.

Jess went into the living room to pick up her phone from the end table, where she’d left it the night before, and called a local taxi service.

When she returned to the kitchen, Rachel said, “Well, I thought that went quite nicely. Must admit, I was a bit worried over how the conversation might go this morning… but once those little vixens made their big move on Laura, she was ours.”

“You think so?”

Rachel nodded. “Oh, she’s not quite ready to give in just yet, but mark my words — the next time we see your sister, she’ll be ready to strip off and park her arse on the coffee table, legs open to one and all.”

Jess smiled. “My, what a lovely picture you paint. By the way, I forgot to tell you, Stella invited me and the girls round for lunch tomorrow. Shall I ask if you and yours can come along? I’m going to tell her about us, if you’ve got no objection.”

“No, that’s fine. I’ll have to beg off on the invite, though — I need to do a bit of shopping and paperwork. Let’s get this kitchen sorted, then we can… relax for a while.”

Rachel cleared the remaining breakfast things away from the table, and Jess started washing up. Once the dishwasher was loaded, Rachel gathered up her sex toys from the living room, stashing them away in her bag just as Laura came back downstairs. Then came the toot of a car horn from outside.

“That’ll be Wayne, the taxi guy from the village,” Jess said. She called up the stairs. “Girls, Auntie Laura is leaving now.”

The pack of youngsters raced downstairs to see Laura off, surrounding her with hugs and goodbyes. Once they’d released her, she said, “Goodbye, girls,” her cheeks a slightly darker shade of pink. Hoisting her suitcase, she turned toward the front door.

Then Poppy spoke up. “Will you be coming back soon, Auntie Laura?”

Laura looked over at Jess, giving her sister a warm smile. Setting her suitcase down, she seated herself on it, reaching out to touch the little girl’s cheek. “I will, my sweet. I have to get some work done, then I’ll be back to visit all of you.” She quickly hugged each of them one last time, then they all raced into the living room.

Watching the girls, Laura gave a sigh as the last of them vanished, then she stood, smiling wistfully at her big sister. “Well, this has certainly been an interesting visit. Oh, and congratulations, you two, I really mean that. It’s great you’ve finally found someone, Jess.”

Rachel surprised Laura by leaning forward and kissing her lightly on the lips, just as another honk was heard from the street. Jess hastily opened the door, gesturing to the taxi driver to indicate that Laura was on her way. “Bye, Laura,” Rachel murmured, then began to climb the stairs.

Coming over to where Laura stood, Jess hugged her in the sisterly way that she always had. “It’s great to have you back, sis. Call me when you get settled back in.”

“I will.” Laura reached for her bag, but before she could grasp the handle, Jess clasped her face in both hands and drew her sister in for a passionate kiss. Laura hesitated briefly, then responded. Their tongues met and entwined before Jess broke away, leaving Laura standing with her eyes closed, her mouth gaping.

“That’s just so you know what will be waiting for you when you come back,” Jess said, then moved to open the door, smiling at the stunned reaction on her sister’s face. Eventually Laura regained her senses, fumbled for her suitcase, then turned to leave. As she walked down the path toward the taxi, her legs were trembling.

“I love you, little sister,” Jess whispered, but Laura was too far away to hear. She gave her bag to the driver and turned to give a shaky wave before climbing into the taxi. She glanced back as it pulled away from the curb, and Jessica blew her a kiss.

Once the vehicle was out of sight, Jess closed the door, then headed for the stairs. As she mounted the first step, she saw Rachel standing at the top, that skimpy dressing gown now wide open, her lover’s body on full display.

“About time you showed up,” Rachel said, cupping a breast. “I’m ready to collect on that IOU.“

Jess advanced another step, paused, and said, “Go slip into bed and get it warmed up, Rach. I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Shrugging out of the dressing gown, Rachel draped it over her arm. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, lover.” With a wink, she turned and strutted away.

Jess admired the woman’s supple arse, the way it jiggled so enticingly as she moved. I’ll be kissing that bum soon, she thought. Stepping down to ground level, she strode over to the living room door. Poking her head around the frame, she noticed that their daughters were all snuggled together on one sofa in a very cozy arrangement, watching a cartoon on the telly.

She called out to them. “Girls, Rachel and I are going to shower up and get dressed.”

“Okay, Mum,” Alice said, then turned to whisper in Bella’s ear, making her girlfriend giggle.

Jess pulled the door to, then peered around the hallway until she spotted what she wanted. Bending down, she took something out of a bag resting on the floor, examining it with a grin before she hurried up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom, pausing to arrange herself before making an entrance.

As she stepped into the open doorway, Jessica stopped to enjoy the sight of Rachel, seated naked on the edge of the bed, sliding a finger slowly up and down her vaginal crease. Moving into the room, Jess closed the door, then advanced toward the bed. Rachel looked up, her eyes blazing with desire.

Falling to her knees, Jessica moved between Rachel’s spread thighs to claim the mouth of her lover in a kiss that immediately grew hot and urgent. Their lips played teasing games, their tongues darted, danced and tangled, feeding a fierce hunger that had been postponed for much too long.

Abruptly breaking away, Jess gave Rachel a shove, tipping the startled woman onto her back, then pushed her legs further apart. Rachel propped herself up on both elbows, heart thrumming wildly as she watched Jess dip down to bathe her pussy with a long, lingering swipe of the tongue.

After a minute or two of deep, steady licking, Jess raised her head, then stood up. Rachel moaned in frustration, craning her neck to see why the lovemaking had stopped, her lips set in a scowl.

Smiling down at her lover, Jess reached for the belt on her robe. She opened it with a quick tug, then let the garment slip from her shoulders and fall to the carpet, revealing the latex cock that had already been used on her twice, now jutting defiantly from her groin.

“Oh, my, yes,” Rachel purred, all smiles as she relaxed, reaching down to spread her dripping cunt open. “Fuck me, Jess, nice and hard. Make me scream.”

Crawling onto the bed, Jessica knelt between her partner’s legs, placing a hand on the bed to hold herself up. She gripped the length of the latex prick in her free hand, then carefully pressed forward, aiming for Rachel’s cunt.

Rachel’s eyes widened. “Oooof. That’s not where you want it to go.”

“Sorry,” Jess muttered. Peering down, she tried to line the tip up with the vaginal opening, but found herself struggling to stay balanced. “Bloody hell, how the fuck are men able to do this without having an extra arm?”

Trying and failing to stifle her amusement, Rachel reached out to grasp the rubbery tool. “My poor helpless sweetheart… let me give you a hand.”

“It looks so damned easy on that sex tape of yours,” said Jess, her cheeks suddenly hot.

“Don’t get frustrated, love. You’ve not used a strap-on before. Once you really get cracking, you’ll love it. Here…” Furrowing her brow, Rachel manoeuvered the tip to where she wanted it, then sighed contentedly. “There, that’s got it. Go into me now.”

Jess leaned over her, easing her hips forward, eager to penetrate her lover. Rachel reached round to clutch Jessica’s arse with both hands, her mouth falling open as the latex tool slid into her cunt, smooth as a knife going into warm butter.

“Don’t stop,” Rachel hissed, “keep going, keep going…” Her voice rose to a choked cry when Jessica’s belly touched hers, the cock buried inside her up to the hilt. “Mmmm, perfect. Now… now you can fuck me. Start slow, g-get a good rhythm going, and — and don’t be scared to do me hard; that’s what I want!”

Taking a deep breath, Jess drew back, withdrawing from Rachel until only the bulbous cock head remained inside. Then she pressed forward again, filling her partner’s vagina with a single smooth stroke, unable to keep from grinning at the surprising ease of it. She began to move steadily, sliding in and out, letting her hips do most of the work as she gradually picked up speed.

Rachel moaned, then found herself squirming, breathing heavily, moving to meet Jessica’s strokes. It had been a long time since she’d been fully penetrated by a sex toy, other than one wielded by her own hand — and then, it took too much stamina to give herself the vigorous workout she craved.

Now, as the phallus sank even deeper into her slippery tunnel, Rachel placed both heels on her lover’s arse and began to pump her body along with Jess. They fell into a matched tempo, working in unison, the room echoing with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“Fuck,” Jessica gasped. “Oh… fuck!” She bent forward to take Rachel’s mouth in a hard kiss, a tremor of delight surging through her thrusting frame when Rachel’s tongue darted between her parted lips. Jess marvelled at this new experience. This must be how wild animals do it, she thought. Hot and brutal, the whole world reduced to the movement of cock and cunt. 

Suddenly craving greater control, Jess pushed herself up onto her knees, then reached back for Rachel’s ankles, pulling her legs out and upwards until they were raised vertically, the heels now resting on Jessica’s shoulders. With a growl, she started pumping again, gripping Rachel’s thighs, driving the lust-slicked cock even deeper than before.

“Oh, Jess — fuck me, lover, ohhh yes. My god, it’s b-been so long since I’ve been fucked like this! OHHHH!”

Downstairs, a few minutes earlier, Alice had signalled Bella towards the door with a quick nod. As they slowly rose, the three younger girls, now sprawled out on the carpet before the television, were far too engrossed in Danger Mouse to notice.

Once they slipped through the door and closed it behind them, Alice and Bella immediately heard the faint sounds of pleasure coming from the second floor. Bella put her hand over her mouth to suppress a giggle, then they crept upstairs.

Reaching the landing, Alice padded quietly to her mother’s door, Bella just behind. Alice turned to put a finger to her lips, then slowly turned the door handle and eased it open, the creaking sound muted by the gasps of exertion and ecstasy that came from the bed.

Pushing the door wider, the girls gleefully watched as Jess fiercely thrust into Rachel, quickly realising that she was wearing the same harness that Alice had used just last night to fuck her mum.

As Rachel’s moans of pleasure grew louder, the amused expressions faded from the girls’ faces as their arousal mounted and their breathing became shallow. Unable to keep still, Alice slipped a hand beneath Bella’s skirt and between her legs, feeling a luscious shiver of renewed arousal when she realised that her girlfriend had gone without knickers. She began to lightly trace Bella’s cleft, teasing the clitoral nubbin with each flick of her finger. After just a few strokes, Bella could no longer keep silent, and emitted a tiny squeak.

Pausing in mid-thrust, Jess peered round to see their eldest daughters standing side by side, Alice’s hand moving between Bella’s thighs.

Still panting for breath, Rachel managed to say, “Wh-what’s the matter, Jess? Why are you stopping?”

Jess turned back. “Well, my love… It seems that we have visitors.”

Rachel raised herself just enough to look round Jess, smiling at what she saw. “Hi, girls,” she murmured. Don’t just stand there… come join us!”

Glancing at each other, the girls giggled, then moved into the room, Alice pausing to close the door, and advanced towards the bed. Bella didn’t hesitate — she went straight to Jessica, wrapping both arms around her new girlfriend’s mum, hugging her. Jess enfolded Bella in a warm embrace.

As for Alice, she climbed onto the bed on the other side, homing in on Rachel. “Hi,” she cooed, gazing into the friendly eyes of her mum’s lover. “Can I kiss you, Aunt Rachel?”

“Silly girl,” Rachel sighed, drawing the sexy teen into her arms. “You don’t ever have to ask. If you want a kiss, take one.” Their mouths met, and Alice wasted no time in slipping her tongue between Rachel’s lips.

Bella held Jessica for a long, lovely while, finally raising her head to peer up at the beautiful redhead. “I love you, Auntie Jess,” she whispered. “I love you so much.”

The adoration Jess saw in Bella’s eyes nearly overwhelmed her. How wonderful it is, to love and be loved by a sweet young girl, she mused. There’s nothing better. “I love you too, my wonderful Bella,” she replied, and dipped down to kiss her.

Parting from Aunt Rachel with a wet smack, Alice grinned down at the curvy brunette. “So if I don’t have to ask to kiss your lips,” she purred, “I guess I don’t have to ask to kiss you other places, huh?” And with that, she bent to take Rachel’s nipple into her mouth.

Rachel didn’t bother to answer, just sank back into the pillow with a blissful sigh. She shifted her hips a bit, causing the rubbery phallus in her vagina to move about as well, producing some very pleasing sensations. After all, Jess is occupied at the moment.

Bella and Jessica were sharing a delicious kiss, their tongues engaged in playful teasing games. Then somehow it wasn’t a game anymore, the woman and the girl caught up in an ardent embrace of lovers.

“I love your tits, Aunt Rachel,” Alice said between licks. “Hope mine will be as nice as yours.“ She was fondling the other breast, rolling the swollen nipple between fingers and thumb.

“Ohhhhh… I think your titties are g-gorgeous now, Alice,” Rachel moaned.

Jess gently broke away from Bella, giving her a warm smile. “Wow,” the young girl said.

“Wow indeed,” Jessica replied. “Much as I enjoy kissing you, Bel, I think your mum and I are ready to take things to the next level with you girls. Why don’t you get undressed?” Glancing down at her own daughter, who was still showering affection on Rachel’s breasts, she added, “You too, Alice.”

“Cool!” Alice exclaimed. Pausing to plant one more brief kiss on Rachel’s lips, she jumped to her feet and started stripping off. Bella was unbuttoning her top.

As the girls shucked their clothing, Jess began to slowly work her hips once more, resuming the steady in-out motion of the glistening cock. “Ohhhh, yes,” Rachel groaned, rolling her eyes in awe. “Fucking hell, I love this.”

A glance to the side let Jess know that Bella hadn’t bothered with panties — and neither had Alice, for that matter. “You girls were planning to have some fun, I see,” she said.

Bella’s cheeks flushed a bit. “I was hoping…”

Now that everyone was naked, Jessica ceased her thrusts, then slowly withdrew the latex prick from her lover’s cunt. Rachel protested, “Jess, for fuck’s sake…”

“Don’t fret, love — I’m nowhere near done with you.”

Rachel watched, her frown turning into a leer as Jess stretched out on her back, the pink phallus jutting up obscenely, shining with wetness. The brunette didn’t need telling what to do next. Rising from where she laid, Rachel straddled Jessica on one knee and a foot, reaching down to grasp the cock in her right hand. Carefully guiding the head inside, she lowered her pelvis until the entire eight inches had disappeared into her slippery cunt.

The girls gaped as Rachel’s body jerked, a hoarse cry tearing loose from her throat. “Christ almighty,” the woman panted, her hands opening and closing, “It’s so deep, so f-fucking deep I can taste it!”

Releasing a shaky breath, she began to raise herself. An inch of the toy could be seen, and another… then Rachel sank down again, inhaling sharply through clenched teeth. “Oh, yes,” she mumbled. “Oh, yes.”

Glancing over at the girls, Jess signalled for Bella to come closer.

Thinking Alice’s mum wanted to be kissed, Bella climbed on the bed and crawled close to Auntie Jess, who accepted the girl’s lips for a moment before gently pulling away, cupping her cherubic face in both hands.

“I want to lick you, my sweet,” she said.

Bella’s face was alight with excitement as she quickly moved to straddle the woman’s mouth, facing her mum. She held her breath, trembling, waiting for Jessica to keep the promise she’d made.

Ever since Alice had admitted that she and her mother were lovers, Bella had longed to share those same pleasures with Auntie Jess. Now her friend’s mum was cradling the globes of her bum, parting Bella’s labia, opening her up. Suddenly she felt it — a lovely warm tongue, lightly grazing the cleft of her vagina. Then the woman’s mouth was on her, kissing, sucking, drinking her honey….

Dizzy with excitement, Bella leaned back against the padded headboard, stretching both arms out to hold herself steady. But then Rachel’s eyes met hers, and her mum leaned in, hips pumping and rolling as she moved up and down on the pretend man’s thing that Auntie Jess was wearing. “Baby,” she whispered, “kiss me.”

Without hesitation, Bella relinquished her hold on the padded headboard and leaned forward until their lips met, reaching out to fondle her mum’s breasts as their tongues engaged.

Enthralled by the sight of Mum licking her girlfriend, all the while thinking about how she wanted to get in on this hot sex action, Alice saw her opportunity when Aunt Rachel leaned forward, exposing both the dildo she was riding and her puckered rosebud. Getting down on her belly, Alice edged forward, marvelling at the close-up view she had of the strap-on dildo penetrating Rachel. Wonder when I’ll be able to have something that big inside me? she mused.

Moving in for the kill, Alice reached out to touch the shaft with two fingers, getting a sample of the thick juices that oozed down the shaft from Rachel’s vagina, then smearing it on her lips, humming with delight as she savoured the strong flavor of cunt. They all taste different, she thought, and they’re all yummy.

Satisfied with her treat, she raised herself up to lavish attention on Aunt Rachel’s bum hole, bathing the anal cleft with long, sweeping licks, then pressing at the opening with the tip of her tongue. Rachel jerked and clenched her buttocks at the unexpected intrusion, but quickly got over her surprise, moaning into her daughter’s mouth as they continued to kiss.

As Bella grew overwhelmed with the pleasure Jessica’s mouth was giving her, she couldn’t hold her balance and fell away from her mum, leaning back and clutching at the headboard as if for dear life. Then Aunt Jess switched her attention to the young girl’s bum, probing inside the crack with her tongue, and Bella began to tremble helplessly, unable to still herself.

At the other end of the chain, Alice noticed that Rachel’s bum hole had relaxed, fully open to the rim job she was getting, and decided to replace her tongue with a finger, which slid in easily. She only worked it in and out at first, then gradually increased the pace, pushing the digit deeper and twisting it round and round, massaging the walls of the rectum.

Pleased by the effect this had on Bella’s mum, who was now pumping her body harder and faster than before, Alice noticed that her own mum’s anus was also exposed, as Jess raised her hips to thrust into her lover. Quickly slipping the index finger of her free hand into her mouth to moisten it, Alice reached around Rachel, placed the tip against Jessica’s rosebud, then penetrated her with a steady stroke.

The result was amazing; a chain reaction. Jess jerked violently at the sudden invasion, her hips driving the slippery cock even deeper into Rachel — who then went rigid as she exploded in a frenzied climax, head lolling back as spasms of pure rapture shook her like a sapling in a gale. Finally, she slumped down onto Jessica’s torso, totally spent, still impaled on the thick phallus.

But Rachel managed to lift her head to look when she heard her daughter mewling in ecstasy. The twelve-year-old was fingering her clit as she came, while Jessica’s tongue trailed again and again through the crack of Bella’s arse. Acting on a sudden impulse, Rachel moved forward to lick her child’s rosy nipples, switching from one to the other, pausing to give one a playful bite.

Bella froze, then gave a sharp wail, her orgasm reaching its peak, then slumped back against the headboard in a daze. Sitting back, drawing a sharp breath as Jessica’s prick filled her again, Rachel had to grin at the sight of Bella’s fluids flowing freely from her lightly-downed cunt, feeling more than a little pride in her daughter’s talent. I’ve never licked a juicier pussy than hers, she told herself.

Realising she’d settled down onto Jessica’s face, Bella hastily raised her hips, afraid that she might be suffocating the woman. She struggled to her feet, looking down into the eyes of her mum’s lover, relieved to see Auntie Jess smile. Just then, a few more drops of juice dribbled from the girl’s slit, falling to splatter on Jessica’s breasts.

Never one to pass up an opportunity for a taste of her daughter, Rachel bent down to lick up those traces of cunt nectar, then moved in to give Jess a deep tongue kiss, the two women swapping the flavors of Bella’s holes.

Bella exhaled heavily as she sat down next to Jessica’s head, pausing to mop her damp brow. She waited until her mum sat back up, then leaned over to take her turn. Giving Jess a loving kiss, Bella tasted herself on those full lips before pulling away.

“Thank you, Auntie Jess,” she said. “That was — oh, wow, it was so good!”

Rachel carefully extracted herself from the latex cock, wincing slightly as the thick head popped out, then crawled to flop down beside Jess.

As the others relaxed, Alice pursed her lips thoughtfully as she studied the rubbery pink shaft, then on a sudden whim, bent down and used the tip of her tongue to sample the sticky secretions that coated its length. Parting her lips, she engulfed the head in her mouth, to the wide-eyed surprise of Bella and the mums.

When she had bobbed up and down a few times she raised her head, exclaiming, “Mmmm… best lolly I’ve ever tasted!”

On to Chapter 26!

 

Sheltering, Chapter 1

  • Posted on June 10, 2020 at 3:30 pm

Author’s Note: The exquisite stories on this site have given me countless hours of pleasure and splendid orgasms. I am grateful to its many contributors, most of all its co-founders. Your talents for writing erotica are peerless. Hearts and hugs especially to Naughty Mommy, who has delighted, awed, and inspired me with her symphonic works of mother-daughter love and lesbian incest.

This is a humble attempt to give back, my first effort at fiction since college. The story could not have reached this stage without JetBoy’s consummate editing and warm encouragement. He writes and edits at the highest levels. All faults, of course, remain my own. I hope you’ll find something in it to enjoy!

 

by Shy Mom

I wonder about the mother of every young girl I meet. How much physical contact do they enjoy in public? How much more in private? Maybe the juiciest secret of all is that, deep down, we moms harbor the same nurturing and naughty desires for our budding daughters, whether we have consummated them or not.

At thirty-four, I can still turn heads. I take no credit for being naturally blonde, but I do spin and swim several days a week to maintain an athletic figure. In tight leggings, which I love wearing, I’ve caught other moms wistfully checking out my ass. I show my small round breasts to advantage in extra-small sports bras. I think they compare favorably to those of many a teenager—though, from having nursed my daughters, my nipples are larger and longer.

I’m the mother of two girls, the blessings of an otherwise unsatisfying marriage to a college boyfriend. He seemed a handsome enough catch my freshman year, and we had frequent if not entirely fulfilling sex. At first, I felt like a goddess making him come again and again, but he didn’t seem to know or care if I ever got off. Usually, I didn’t.

In my sophomore year, a lovely sorority sister named Alyssa took pity and introduced me to vibrators. My solo sex life took off. I had never enjoyed so many orgasms. But sweet Alyssa didn’t just leave me fending (pleasurably) for myself. Taking me under her wing, she insisted on mentoring my masturbation sessions when she could. Her hands-on help, with and without toys, made me come harder and wetter. How could I object?

Eventually, Alyssa joined me and my boyfriend in bed. Thinking back, I suspect she did it more for me than him. We had sex without him on occasion, but I think the two of us would have fucked more often if she’d sensed (faithful girlfriend that I was) that I wouldn’t feel guilty about it.

Our threesomes fell into a pattern. Like any guy, my boyfriend loved the idea but could never last very long. Two girls was probably more than he could handle—two blondes, certainly. Alyssa and I could easily dispatch his needs in minutes and devote the rest of our time to lesbian lovemaking. She always brought me to multiple orgasms with her expert pussy eating. In turn, I learned to savor giving as much as receiving, and to love the taste of cunt (a word I had never uttered before she made me beg to eat hers; it still makes me wet).

Alas, sisterly, sexy Alyssa! She graduated a year ahead of me and left for graduate school in the UK. We gradually lost touch as other lovers entered her life and marriage entered mine.

Fucking was never the same after Alyssa left our relationship. I could still make my man come quickly, but preferred my hands and toys to his cock. At first, my masturbatory fantasies were full of Alyssa, but the eroticism of those memories faded with time.

My husband gradually became more interested in watching sports than fucking me. Sex became even less frequent after Ashley was born, and practically non-existent after Olivia. I shouldn’t have cared, given how little fulfillment it gave me. However, like many women in my situation, I came to question my own desirableness. I worried that my sexy “girl parts” had become unsexy “mom parts.”

Fortunately and unfortunately, that wasn’t it. One day, I caught my husband sexting with a coworker. Another mom, just not the mother of his daughters. And as it turned out, they had been doing much more than sexting. I was devastated.

After the shock wore off, if not the heartache, I assessed the situation as dispassionately as I could and came to conclude that neither I nor the girls needed my husband in our lives. He had taken little interest in raising them, and I much preferred pleasuring myself.

Thankfully, the divorce that I demanded didn’t change my life with the girls or affect my sex life in any meaningful way. And with the alimony from putting my husband through med school and my own income as a third-grade teacher, my girls and I have managed to live comfortably as a single-parent family.

My girls. How to describe them without gushing? (Figuratively, I mean.)

Several years ago, strangers often mistook Ashley and Olivia for twins—both blonde, both slender, both endowed with sea-blue eyes that seem to sparkle with secret, shared delights.

At eight and ten now, subtle and increasingly less subtle differences have added to their distinct allure. Ashley is a couple of inches taller, with elven cheeks like mine, and chest and hips that have just begun the years-long metamorphosis into womanhood. Olivia still has cherub cheeks and a chest as flat as her iPad. Her pert butt remains the only rounded part of her prepubescent figure.

Oh, I might add that wisps of honey-blonde hair have begun sprouting around Ashley’s vulva, while Olivia’s remains bare as the day I gave birth to her. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

***

Until this spring, I had never considered myself a pervert, much less a pedophile. The thought of lesbian incest had certainly never crossed my mind! My college threesome—more of a lesbian twosome—was about as adventurous as my sex life had gotten. But a lot of girls in college, especially in our sorority, developed a taste for their own sex and became lesbians at least until graduation, if not for life.

As for masturbation, I’d wager more women do it than let on. And I’d challenge any woman to stop once they’ve learned to make themselves come (and come again, and again) on demand.

My awakening to lesbian incest was serendipitous. It started, innocently enough, with masturbation.

The week after spring break, the suburban Catholic school where I teach had gone online for the remainder of the semester due to the pandemic. My girls attended the same school, so we were all three in the same boat. Sheltering in place seemed natural for us, as we’ve always loved spending our nights and weekends together as a family. Now we had even more time to ourselves.

Our days were filled with Zoom classes, online meetings and activities, lesson planning, and studying. Without after-school activities, we had evenings free to cook and eat together, and we enjoyed family activities such as board games, role-playing, or streaming TV before showering and going to bed.

I should say going to bed for the girls, who shared a room, but not for me. The last hours of the evening were “Mommy Time.” And so it was on the pivotal evening, at least until it wasn’t.

It was about two weeks into quarantine.  As usual, I showered, shaved, and lotioned myself all over, giving my naked sex a slather of cream and extra attention. I like to keep it baby smooth except above the hood, where I have maintained the barest strip of hair that’s a shade darker than my sunshine blonde tresses. I keep this soft strip just for me. I love how finely it garnishes the delights below.

I made an effort not to linger over my clit. Not yet.

To top things off, I massaged my breasts, then teased the tips of my enlarged nipples with drops of lotion and twirls of fingers. Before things got out of hand, I willed myself to stop, put on a skimpy black thong with a filmy front, and wrapped myself in a creamy silk robe that barely covered my ass. I loved how the cool silk brushed against my nipples—and how they were so clearly visible through the robe, tempting me with their twin promises of pleasure for the taking. And so I would.

I kissed the girls goodnight, then sat in bed to read a novel. Nothing naughty, just something to take me to a different place and time for an hour or so, long enough for the girls to fall asleep.

As I read, resting against the headboard of my king-sized bed, my robe parted around my legs. I instinctively reached down and lightly ran a finger up and down the front of my thong. The gauzy fabric slipped into my slit as the wetness seeped onto the tip of my finger. I dipped and sucked as I continued reading. God, I love the taste of my cunt.

After a few chapters, I put down the book. It was good, but no longer what I needed.

I was now rubbing my pussy through the sopping thong with my entire hand. My other hand teased my nipples through the silk robe, circling and flicking the hard tips.

My nipples stuck out like bullets, begging for more. I flung off my robe, sucked my fingers, and lathered my tits in saliva. Not enough. I reached inside my thong, scooped out a dollop of cunt juice and rubbed it all over my tits. God, I wished I could suck them. I gave my nipples sharp pinches. My cunt convulsed in a mini-orgasm.

I plunged my hand back under the waistband of my thong and slid two fingers into my pussy with a single thrust, up to the hilt. So wet. I withdrew my fingers and slurped up my cum, then penetrated myself again.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

I spread my legs, knees up, and closed my eyes. I began plunging my fingers in and out of my leaking cunt while my other hand played with my slippery tits.

I pulled my fingers out, straining my knuckles against the thong, then slapped them back in with the elastic assist. I did it again. And again.

My rhythm ramped up. The juices seeped out. Even my clit got soaked.

My clit. Engorged, pea-sized, it radiated pleasure with every wet slap.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck.”

Fuck.”

“Oh fuck!”

I sped up.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”

My furious thwacking filled the room. My words turned to screams. My hips buckled as contractions seized my cunt. I nearly ripped my tits off.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

“Fuck me!”

“Fuck me …”

“Fuck … me … oh … fuck.”

One final, weak slap. “Fuck.”

God. That was good.

I left those two fingers inside my recovering pussy. I loved how they filled me while soaking up my heat and juices. I kept my eyes closed to luxuriate in the sensations still radiating from all my mommy parts.

Mommy parts. Thinking those words made my pussy clench. Mmm.

I finally released my fingers and licked them lovingly, savoring my taste and aroma. Then I opened my eyes and leaned over to get a toy from the nightstand.

That’s when I saw her.

Olivia. Eight-year-old Olivia, standing at the door, eyes wide, cheeks flushed.

I stared back, lost for words.

Olivia’s hands had worked the hem of her pink nightgown into a nervous bunch. Below the lifted hem, her innocent white girl-panties peeked out.

I was horrified. How long had she been there? God, what had she seen? What had she heard?

And was that a wet spot on the front of her panties?

My next thought shocked me: I want to taste that.

On to Chapter Two!

 

Hidden in the Snow, Chapter 2

  • Posted on June 7, 2020 at 3:12 pm

by Funtoppings

(Previously in “Hidden in the Snow”: Julie is on a skiing vacation with her mother Debra, her aunt Krystal and cousin Bailey. They settle in for the evening, but when Julie gets up in the middle of the night, she is horrified to discover that Aunt Krystal and Bailey are having hot mother-daughter lesbian sex.)

***

After a minute, which felt like an eternity, of standing in front of her mother’s bedroom, contemplating and thinking about what she was going to say, Julie finally took a deep breath and tapped on the door.

“Mom, are you awake?”

“Yeah, honey. Come on in,” a voice uttered on the other end of the door.

It was early morning, quarter to eight the last time Julie checked the clock. She wasn’t sure how much she had slept, but it wasn’t a lot. She kept turning in bed most of the night, replaying those deplorable sights that she saw in Bailey’s room, chewing over how she should approach her mother about this.

Julie walked into her mother’s sunlit room. The window inside was wide open and a cool mountain breeze traveled inside, welcoming Julie with a cold kiss. A strong fragrance of lavender escaped from the shower, where Debra had just taken her morning bath.

Debra was sitting on the bed combing her wet hair. She was wearing her red cardigan sweater and a casual white skirt that ended just a few inches above her knees. The sunlight beamed beautifully off her clean golden hair. Once again, Julie found herself impressed by her mother’s well kept beauty. But it was a thought she would rather not have at that moment. It felt wrong.

“Jules, what are you doing up already? I thought you’ll be snoozing for at least another hour.”

“Yeah, well… I see you’re up early, too.”

“Oh, you know me, honey. I’m always the early-bird, already showered and everything. How was the night, you sleep okay?”

Julie opened her mouth to answer, then closed it immediately. She had an expression on her face as if her mother had asked her a trick math question, and she was trying to figure out the right answer in her head.

“You don’t look like you slept too well,” Debra jumped in before Julie could answer.

“No, I guess I didn’t,” Julie said wearily.

“You probably drank too much. Who am I kidding, I think I drank too much as well. You know your mother, kiddo, not much of a drinker.”

“Yeah… no, it’s not that.”

Debra put her comb aside and gave Julie a concerned look. She stood up looking wide eyed at her daughter. “What, what is it?”

Julie turned her head aside; she couldn’t say it and looked her mother straight in the eyes. She suddenly thought of how in a normal world, the next thing she was going to say to her mother was ‘I’m pregnant’ or ‘I’m getting married’, or even ‘Mom, I dropped out of school and joined a cult’. Anything was better than this. Of course this was not a normal world, not anymore. She woke up last night at 3:05 A.M to a new decadent and debauched world. The kind you read about in the papers. She knew it was time to share her insanity with the one person she trusted the most.

“I woke up in the middle of the night. I was thirsty as hell, had to go down to the kitchen to get some water.”

Debra listened carefully to her daughter. She was looking at her intently with squinted eyes, almost as if she was trying to decipher the image on a Magic Eye poster.

“Well, when I went into the hall, I heard noises coming out of Bailey’s room,” Julie continued. “I thought something was wrong and… I peeked into her room through the small window ouside.”

“What noises? What did you see?”

Julie took a deep breath and looked high above at the ceiling. Her mouth felt desert-dry. Warm tears were sizzling in her eyes.

“I saw Bailey… and I saw Aunt Krystal. And I swear to God I’m not lying, Mom, or telling a joke. But I saw Aunt Krystal and Bailey… on the bed… and they… they… they were naked. They were having sex.”

“What?”

Sex, they were having sex,” Julie said again, chocked up. Tears crawled down her cheeks.

Debra sat stiffly on the bed, her eyes wide with shock, her jaw unlocked. Both her hands, drawn closely to her lap, were playing nervously with each other. Looking over at Julie, she saw the tears flow from her daughter’s eyes. She got up and went over to embrace her; gave her a hug, so cozy and warm with a mother’s love.

“Okay, don’t worry, Jules. I’ll talk to Krystal. I’ll see what’s going on,” She whispered softly in her daughter’s ear. “Just don’t you worry. I want you to go to your room, and try to get some sleep. I… I really don’t know what else to say… not until I speak with Krystal.”

“It’s just so fucked up, Mom. I don’t think I can ever look them in the eyes again. Not ever.”

“I understand, sweetheart,” Debra kissed her daughter on the cheek. She looked deep into Julie’s sapphire blue eyes. “Go to your room. Close the door. And try to get some sleep. I’ll check up on you later.”

“Okay,” Julie said softly. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, honey. I love you too.”

Debra gave Julie a warm hug again. A dark shadow settled across her face as soon she rested her head on the teen’s shoulder. Julie quietly left the room, and Debra stared blankly at the door, left stunned by what her daughter had said.

But in a way, she was not completely surprised.

In fact, she was hardly surprised at all.

***

Thirty minutes after Julie had told of her shocking experience, Debra was still seated in her room, staring at the walls. She watched her own reflection on the big mirror and for some reason, rather inappropriately for that moment, wondered how desirable she still was.

She remembered a year ago, when Julie had come home with her boyfriend, Jason. It was the first time she met the young man. He was a tall, broad-shouldered, chiseled-chin type of a fellow. At one point, she served them cold drinks; both Julie and Jason were sitting on the white leather couches in the living room. As Debra brought down the tray of cold lemonades on the table, she could easily notice Jason glancing at her cleavage with hungry eyes.

Of course, she would never tell this to Julie. But still, it felt nice to be ogled, to be viewed as sexy. And she was sexy, at least according to her friends, her jogging buddies and the women at her hair salon. They were all very complimentary to her. Yet you never really know who’s telling the truth and who’s being nice to the poor bereaved woman, whose kids had already left her to potter about in an almost empty house.

Eventually, she stepped out of her room. She looked down the corridor at the small shadow peeking underneath Krystal’s door. She suddenly felt like one of those sheriffs in the old Westerns she used to watch as a child, just before they were about to enter a saloon full of dirty desperadoes.

This will either end nicely or in a shootout, she thought.

The air in the corridor was thick with morning stillness. Bailey was fast asleep in her room; her night, which was packed with a wild succession of orgasms, had induced a session of unthinkable and vivid dreams. Julie was also asleep. She’d found it much easier to drift off, once the burden of her secret had been shared with Mom.

Debra walked over to Krystal’s room and knocked on her door.

“Krystal, are you up?” No answer.

Debra paused, and then knocked again. “Kryst—”

The door opened. Krystal was wearing a bathrobe, one hand holding on the door knob, the other holding on the white towel wrapped around her hair. Beads of water glistened on her neck and above the hollow of her breasts.

“Good morning, good morning. I see you’re already up,” Krystal smiled wearily and gestured for Debra to come inside.

“Yeah, well you know me, always the—”

“Always the early bird,” Krystal smirked. “Yes, yes, I know.”

Krystal opened the curtains of her window, sweeping the room with great beams of sunlight. “Wow, beautiful day out,” she said and unwrapped the towel from her hair. “I guess we can enjoy it while it lasts, I heard we may be getting some snowstorms today.”

“Yeah, I heard it too,” Debra said.

Krystal swiftly walked to her closet, where she kept her unpacked vacation clothes. She studied each sweater and  pair of pants that she took out of the shelves, and then tossed them carelessly on top of her bed, creating a heap of clothes.

“Ugh. First thing I’m doing back home is buying an all new wardrobe for winter.” She then turned to Debra. “How you doing, hon? You had coffee already? If not, then wait for me. I’ll make us a fresh pot.”

Debra paused before she answered. She didn’t need a cup of coffee to get an adrenaline rush in her veins. Not this morning.

“No. Not yet.”

Krystal turned to Debra, she noticed some stiffness in her sister’s voice. “What’s up with you? You’re okay?”

Debra quietly walked over to the window at the far side of the room. There was a white wooden desk-chair bathing in the morning sunlight, and she sat in it. She looked outside the window at the silvery blue skies, searching far away into the heavens.

“Helloooo, Debra? Everything’s all right?”

“I don’t know. You tell me,” Debra replied solemnly, without taking her eyes off the window.

Krystal dropped the red sweater she was holding in her hands, and turned to her sister; a grave look on her face. “What? What do you mean?”

Debra, sitting with her back to Krystal, watched white clouds slowly drifting in the skies, mesmerized. She hesitated for just a second, but when she did finally speak, the words came out of her mouth like heavy bricks.

“My daughter told me that she woke up in the middle of the night. And she heard noises coming out of Bailey’s room.”

Krystal froze. Her eyes closed tightly.

“She saw you and Bailey inside,” there was a long pause before she continued. “She saw what you were doing.”

“How?”

“How?” Debra said abruptly. “Really, Krystal? That’s the question? How?”

Krystal hung her head and said, “No. No, of course not. Oh God…”

After a brief moment of silence, Krystal walked over to Debra. She placed her hands on her sister’s shoulders, which became warm from sunlight, and gave them a light squeeze. Debra reacted with listless apathy to Krystal’s touch; she simply stared outside the window with bright eyes, looking far away into the distance.

“I didn’t mean for her to see it… I didn’t mean to—”

“So you have sex with your daughter?” Debra asked, her words cutting like a sharp knife.

Krystal’s grip tightened around her sister’s shoulders. “Yes,” she replied, her answer both honest and awful.

“How long have you been doing this?”

Krystal took a deep breath. Water began to drip from her soaked hair. There was such a bitter silence in the room she could actually hear each drop as it crashed on the hardwood floor.

“For a few months now,” she answered.

“I… I didn’t know you did that… with her…”

“Come on, sister. You know what type of family we came from. You know the deal. It shouldn’t come to you as that much of a surprise.”

Debra didn’t answer, but rather kept looking deep into the sunny blue skies, but it wasn’t the clouds she was looking at, not even the tremendous silhouette of Mount Mansfield peering up ahead in the distance. She was looking at her past — a few decades into her past.

While society always looked at inter-family relations as taboo and immoral, Krystal and Debra grew up in a house where such things were commonplace. Of course, they were also smart enough to know not to talk about it outside the confines of their home; it was the family secret.

It was their mother who suggested to both Debra and Krystal that they have sex for the first time. It was their mother who taught them that as long as they are mature enough to understand the implications of their doings, then there is no shame in sharing love with a close member of the family.

In her later years, Debra would look at her past with a small measure of regret of how she was brought up, but not with complete disdain. As far as she could tell, she and her sister were brought up in a loving home environment with gentle parents who were adored by both children and adults alike. Most important, though, was the fact that their parents never forced anything upon them, but only presented them with an option. They explained to them the ways of the family and would have gladly accepted whichever path the sisters chose to take. If they wanted to, Debra and Krystal could have refused. They could have easily been taken out of this close intimate circle. But they didn’t.

Krystal and Debra grew up in the same room, where they shared everything from clothes to personal secrets. They always had a loving relationship, but once they discovered the pleasures of sex with one another, their love flowered into something much greater.

“Come on, Deb. It’s been so long for me. I didn’t have any serious relationship with a man for over sixteen years.” Krystal said. Her hands were softly kneading Debra’s shoulders.

“You dated lots of men, Krystal. It was your decision not to remarry. It was only your decision. God knows you had options.”

“True. I’m not denying it. But I couldn’t remarry because I didn’t want to live in a lie. I didn’t want to wake up in bed every morning to a person that I knew… that I knew I could never love—”

“Don’t say it, Krystal.”

“—as much as I loved you.”

Suddenly, the vivid colors washed out of Debra’s world and grew sepia-toned. It was as if someone knocked her out of her seat and kicked her thirty years into the past. She could literally smell the fragrance of the freshly cut grass on the lawn outside the house she grew up in.

She remembered all the love that had been shared between her and Krystal. How they would have the most amazing sex; the type she was never able to duplicate — not with her husband, not with anyone. It was the perfect mixture of curious young love and the explosive nature of their raging hormones.

“And now I have my new love. Now I have Bailey,” Krystal said softly, still massaging Debra’s shoulders and neck. “Now that she’s old enough, she understands. She understands after all these years, why her mother was alone, and where her mother’s passion really lies. And the beautiful thing is — she wants to partake in all of this. She wants to.”

“Don’t you want Bailey to grow up — I don’t know — normal? Have a conventional life. Date boys. Marry a man?” Debra said, and briefly thought of Julie, holding her acceptance letter from Columbia, beaming with joy.

“Normal… we grew up normal, Debra. We both dated boys; we both got engaged; we both got married and had babies, and that was wonderful, I wouldn’t change anything about it. I offer my child the same options as we were offered. She is an adult. If and when the day comes that she wants to move out on her own and bring men to the house for me to meet, then I’ll support her all the way.”

“And if she’ll bring a woman?”

Debra couldn’t see it, but a mild smile broke on Krystal’s face.

“If she wants to bring a woman, then I’ll support it as well. In a way, I wouldn’t be surprised if Bailey turned out to be a lesbian…”

Debra understood. She had considered herself to be straight for the second half of her life, but her fondest sexual memories were with a woman; with Krystal.

“Does Bailey like it? Does she enjoy it, you know, like we did?”

There was a silvery glow in Krystal’s eyes. She slowly leaned closer to her sister; her naked breasts swaying under the fabric of her bathrobe.

“Oh, yes. She enjoys it,” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “We have the most amazing sex, Deb.”

Debra closed her eyes, and a series of images floated beneath the underside of her eyelids. All of the images were of her sister and young niece: naked; kissing; touching. Except from one image, that floated above all the rest like a drifting cloud in the sky. It was an image of Julie holding that acceptance letter; her eyes radiating.

“And your Julie… you can’t tell me you don’t fantasize about being with her, now can you?”

Debra shifted in her seat. “No… no, I don’t.” Her voice wavered with uncertainty.

“Come on, now…”  Krystal grinned. Her hands traveled from the base of Debra’s neck and slyly slithered down to the top of her cleavage line. “Don’t lie, sweetie. The thought of doing it with Julie has to have crossed your mind.”

Debra’s throat was arid; the breath stood frozen in her chest. At that moment she was thinking about Julie; her young, beautiful Julie.

“I bet it was never easy for you playing the role of The Mom when you have a child that is a living, breathing wet-dream; especially for someone with such a keen taste for women as you. Last night while we were watching the movie, it really dawned on me how amazingly beautiful your Julie is. Those mesmerizing blue eyes…”  Krystal’s words trailed off as she planted a wet kiss on Debra’s left cheek.

Suddenly Debra thought of eyes; almond shaped slanted eyes, almost catlike. She thought of eyes that were blue and deep as the summer skies, and that sparkled like bright midnight stars. And when those eyes stared at her, she could feel her spirit soar.

“And her beautiful soft lips; you had to dream about those lips…”  Krystal continued and kissed Debra again, this time on the groove of her neck.

In her mind, Debra imagined the kiss coming from a much younger mouth, glistering with moisture and innocence.

“And her breasts: so beautiful and mouthwatering. I imagine she has the pinkest nipples. Just wrapping your mouth around one of them, mmmm…” She nuzzled Debra’s neck.

Her hands slid down the cleavage of Debra’s cardigan and slipped underneath the bra. She cupped her sister’s breasts in her hands and squeezed them with such unrestrained passion that it caused her own nipples to stiffen from excitement.

It felt good to Debra as well. She closed her eyes, bathing in the sunlight and savoring the moment. Her heart was beating vigorously. Her nipples throbbed as her sister’s thumbs gently rubbed them. Her hands were clenched over her knees as shivers of desire raced through her frame.

“Her gorgeous, mouth watering, slender body…”  Krystal laid another wet kiss on the bottom of Debra’s chin.

“That round, firm ass…”

And another kiss fell on the corner of the mouth.

“Her creamy, delicate, moist pussy …”

This time, Krystal found her sister’s lips. They shared a long and sensuous kiss, like two lovers that were thrown into each other’s arms after years of separation… which in a way, they were.

Their tongues rolled against each other, both drenched and slippery with anticipation. Debra remembered when she was younger, kissing her sister for the very first time, how it had felt so innocent yet exhilarating, and today, thirty years later, the kiss still felt every bit as wonderful.

Krystal eventually broke the kiss, but gave Debra a coquettish smile, full of wicked intent, and Debra immediately knew where this was headed. And as her sister led her to the bed, Debra realized that she hadn’t felt so excited and happy for a long time.

“God, Deb, I’ve wanted this so much,” Krystal said as they both embraced and kissed on the bed. Underneath them were a crumpled sheet and a pile of clothes that didn’t matter to anyone.”I wanted to have you back in my arms for so long. My tongue never forgot the way you tasted.”

Krystal reached down, sliding a hand under Debra’s skirt and into her panties. She laced her fingers through a patch of curly hair until she found her older sister’s hidden treasure. Debra immediately retaliated with a moan and a sudden quiver of her hips.

“Oh, yes!” Krystal bubbled. “You’re practically dripping down there!”

Debra, who spent countless lonely nights fantasizing of fingers other than her own, strumming her clit and awarding her with orgasmic relief, shuddered at her sister’s touch. Her head was swimming as Krystal stroked between her legs.

Krystal finally took the hand away from her sister’s pussy. The fingers gleamed with a fresh coat of nectar. She guided them to Debra’s lips.

“Come on,” Krystal whispered.”Taste yourself.”

Debra, without much hesitation, snaked out her tongue and licked the fluids off her sister’s fingers. Not one to hold back on her own burning desires, Krystal pushed her tongue out as well and cleaned the remaining streaks of juice from her own fingers. Eventually, their tongues met and they exchanged a sloppy kiss.

“You taste amazing, sis,” Krystal whispered in her ear.

Debra looked at her sister with big eyes that burned with passion. Her pussy ached to be reintroduced — after so many years — to Krystal’s mouth. Her eyes grew even wider and hungrier once Krystal disrobed, revealing her clean, naked body.

Debra gazed at her sister, now completely exposed, and the most impure thoughts danced in her head. She hadn’t seen that body, in all its glory, for over twenty-five years. It was no longer the body of the nineteen-year-old she remembered, but that of a beautiful woman who had aged very well. Her tits were perfectly round and naturally big, only sagging a bit. She’d always felt a little jealous of how Krystal’s chest had blossomed so nicely, and while her own chest was hardly considered small, she still believed her sister had struck lucky in that department. Looking down, she saw a lush tuft of dark pubic hair, casually trimmed into a fuzzy triangle. She swallowed hard and licked her lips, craving for the feeling of that curly hair tickling her nose while she suckled on her sister’s moist labia.

“You look gorgeous, Krystal.”

Krystal smiled as she presented her breasts to her sister’s awaiting mouth. Debra enthusiastically played with the nipples, which grew like fresh berries as she sucked them.

Krystal rubbed feverishly between her legs; the stiffening sensation of her sensitive nipples had clicked a switch in her pussy. Now it felt wilder and more alive than ever. As Debra sucked on her nipples, Krystal thought she might orgasm from that stimulation alone. She almost surrendered to the pleasure, but her lips started to tingle and the need to finally taste her sister grew stronger.

“God, I want you!” Krystal cried. She unbuttoned Debra’s cardigan to expose her white lace bra, which quickly found itself tossed on the floor. Krystal latched onto her sister’s left nipple, sucking on it with the intensity of a wild animal, then switched to the other. The nerves in Debra’s breasts became a network of stimulation, rapidly sending signals of pleasure down to her vagina.

“Oh, Krystal… lick me down there. Please.”

Krystal grabbed the hem of Debra’s skirt and raised it above the waist area, exposing a pair of white lace panties, now accented by the forming of a large wet spot. She pressed her nose against her sister’s crotch and took a giant whiff.

“Mmmm… you smell terrific. Maybe I’ll just sit here all day and just smell you.” Krystal said teasingly, and buried her nose yet again at Debra’s crotch, pressing it hard against her clit.

“N-No… p-please… go down on me. I’m begging you!” Debra squirmed.

“Well, all right,” Krystal grinned slyly. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband and rolled her sister’s panties down and off. Looking at the engorged lips of Debra’s pussy made her mouth water.

She thrust her head between her older sister’s legs, welcoming Debra back to a world of Sapphic thrills.

Debra shivered with ecstasy. Her uncontrollable moans grew louder and louder and gradually turned into guttural cries of insatiable pleasure. With the final thread of sanity in her head, it struck her that she might be overheard, so she crushed a pillow into her face, then released a stream of stifled cries.

Krystal, fired by her sister’s muffled moans, felt her own pussy dribbling warm fluids. She quickly began to finger herself.

Debra sensed her climax approaching as the walls of her pussy contracted over her sister’s tongue. She could feel sweet release pulsating in the veins in her neck and at the bottom of her feet. Her left toe vibrated uncontrollably, like a plucked guitar string. She tightened her grip on the pillow and burrowed her face even deeper against it,  bellowing at the top of her lungs.

In this deep reservoir of ecstasy, Debra envisioned her lover making love to her. She looked downwards and saw her lover nestled between her outspread thighs, resting a hand on her belly; licking her, nibbling her clit, nose pressing against her pubic bone. Everything around her lover became vividly whiter and brighter and heavenly. In her vision, she covered her lover’s hand with her own, and their fingers laced together. In the real world, she laced her fingers through empty air.

Then her lover’s face rose from between her legs to smile at her with perky lips that gleamed with her juices, a glowing nimbus surrounding her head. She saw her lover’s face; beautiful, angelic, silky, youthful.

It was Julie’s face. She saw her daughter, Julie. Her lover.

“Mmmmm… g-god, J-Julieeeee… ahhhh!” 

A jolt of electricity traveled down Debra’s body; ran from the core of her pussy all the way down to her toes. Krystal sat up and stared, warm fluids covering her mouth and chin as she watched her sister violently convulse in an unrelenting orgasm.

“Oh, God!” Debra shuddered, her entire body steamed like hot, wet velvet. This felt like the greatest orgasm she’d ever had in her life. Thrusting her arms out, she reached for Krystal, desperate for her embrace. Krystal smiled and crawled on top of her sister, feeling Debra’s slick, sweaty body vibrating under hers.

“Debra?”

“Yesss…”  Debra whispered, waves of pleasure still coursing through her body.

“Did you just… ? Did you call out Julie’s name?”

Debra’s breasts heaved as she slowly regained her breath. Her thoughts were still cloudy and adrenaline still pumped chaotically in her veins. What is Krystal talking about? she wondered. Julie? I called out for Julie? Surely she’s mistaken.

“What? No. No, of course not.”

Krystal laughed as she held tighter against her sister and planted a wet kiss on her right cheek.  “Yes, you did,” she said, giggling. “You said Julie’s name. You thought of her when you came, didn’t you?”

Debra stared intently at the wooden planked ceiling and realized her sister was right; she was visualizing Julie in her head as a part of her fantasy; as her lover.

“Yes… yes, I guess I did,”  she said. Suddenly she realized that she had climaxed to the image of her daughter. And deep inside, she also knew that it wasn’t the first time she did so either. There were other times. “I’ve wanted her so badly…” she whispered.  “I can’t lie about it anymore. Not to myself, not to you.”

There had been many other times, in fact.

“You really want her?”

“I’ve pictured making love to her so many times.” Debra playfully caressed the length of her sister’s neck. She wondered what Julie’s skin would feel like.

Krystal rolled off her sister’s body and over to her side of the bed. The confession from her sister had instigated a tingling in her pussy that was rife with untamed excitement. Her left hand automatically traveled south.

“God, sometimes during the night,” Debra continued speaking, still engulfed in her memories, “when I’m all alone in the house. I’ll look at some of her photos — especially those sexy eight-by-tens she did when she modeled — and I would masturbate to them.”

“G-G-God, yesss…”  Krystal’s voice wavered. She closed her eyes and allowed Debra’s story to take shape in her head.

Debra suddenly grew aware of her sister’s self pleasure.  “Krystal?”

“Just keep talking to me, baby.” Her voice was shaky. “What do you want to do to your daughter?”

Realizing she was now playing the catalyst to her sister’s orgasm, Debra curled beside Krystal, drew close to her ear and whispered, “I want to fuck her.”

“Ahhhh… mmmm… Oh, Jesus…”

“I want. To fuck. My daughter.” She repeated it again, slower this time. It was strange how that string of words didn’t sound all that preposterous to her. It actually tuned in her ears quite nicely.

“Ohhhhhh…” Krystal whimpered. For a moment, Debra was sure she was also crying as a forceful orgasm swept her body from head to toe. Fluids seeped from her cunt, leaking onto the sheets.

Debra climbed on top of her sister in a sixty-nine, and each woman buried her face in a juicy pussy.

“Oh fuck, sis. I’m gonna come in your mouth!” Krystal growled.

Debra felt her body becoming useless as ecstasy suddenly swamped her all over again. “Me too, baby. Me t-too,” she gasped.

They climaxed in unison. Their bodies, tangled and entwined in a ball of limbs and sweat, quivered as the orgasm spun inside them like a hot tornado. They collapsed, each to their own side of the bed, both trying to regain a sense of placement. Then Debra cuddled next to her sister, and they both floated silently back to the here and now. For a long time, their breathing did the only talking.

Morning sunlight streamed through the windows and flooded every corner of the room. Debra stared blankly at the window, unable to remember the last time she’d felt so peaceful and satisfied.

“So… have you figured out what you’re gonna say to Julie?” Krystal broke the silence.

Debra kissed her sister on the shoulder and buried her cheek against that very same spot. “No, not really. I’m not really sure I’m going to say anything. At least not the full extent of it.”

“But, Deb—”

No, Krystal. I know what you have with Bailey is amazing and… and I envy you, I really mean it. But I don’t know if I’m ready at this stage to cross that border with Julie. I’m not sure how she’ll react at this point. I just… I just don’t know.”

Krystal wrapped a warm arm around Debra’s nude body and hugged her tightly.

“I understand, sweetie. I just wish… with all four of us here on vacation, far away from anyone we know, We could have so much fun…”

Debra knew that her sister was right.

***

“Okay, so the files should be waiting for you in your inbox, so just tell me if… h-hello? Hello?”

“I’m here. I can hear you just fine, Audra,” Julie told her roommate. But she still removed the cell phone from her ear and surveyed the screen. There was a weak signal.

“Oh, okay. Cause I’m hearing you totally shitty, Jule. Where the heck did you say this lodge is again? Like up in the fucking woods or something?”

“Something like that. This entire area is kind of secluded,” Julie said and stretched her feet on the bed.”I’m actually surprised I’m getting any phone signal at all.”

“So, how you been doin’ over there anyway? Did any skiing?”

“No. No skiing,” Julie told her roommate with a sigh.

“Oh… ? Why not? For God’s sakes, Jule, you’re on a skiing trip…”

“Yeah, I know. I skied yesterday. As for today, well…”

Julie’s voice trailed off into silence. She looked up at the silver moon, shining through her bedroom window. She searched for answers in its glow.

“Well… well, what?” Audra asked.

“Nah, it’s nothing serious. I kind of had a little… argument with my family.”

“What about?”

Julie wiped a light film of sweat from her forehead. The toes of her bare feet curled like talons. “It’s nothing, Audra. I — I really don’t wanna get into this. It’s really not that big a deal.” She closed her eyes, hoping Audra wouldn’t poke harder on this matter.

“Okay, babe, if you say so.” There was a silent pause, which Julie initially thought resulted from a bad connection, but eventually Audra’s voice emerged from the other side of the phone. “So, what did you do all day, then?”

After five minutes of talking the connection became unbearable and Julie had to end the conversation. She gave a long sigh as she placed the cell phone on the nightstand. It was good to talk to Audra. Granted, it wasn’t the smoothest conversation they’d ever had, but it was still nice to talk to a sane voice from back home. God knows, there weren’t a lot of sane voices at the lodge.

That thing that she saw the night before still haunted her memory; the images and sounds looped in the back of her mind like a never-ending motion picture. The lewd words coming out of her aunt’s mouth jingled in her ears throughout the day. Lick my pussy, baby… lick Momma’s pussy. Julie shuddered.

She approached the window in her room and looked outside at the shadowy coldness with a wan expression on her face. It was nearing midnight, winter snow was pouring down on Stowe, coming hard and heavy. The weather, which had started pleasantly warm and sunny, quickly deteriorated around midday to a maelstrom of whirling whiteness. At first, the skies became overcast with menacing silver clouds, followed by an unrelenting onslaught of pouring snow. Then the blizzards came, screaming and swirling, and taking on the snow with a mad flurry.

Julie remembered how earlier in the day, while she was eating a late lunch at a local café, she got a text message from her mom, telling her that she should probably return back to the lodge before the weather worsened. When she had taken a cab back home, the cab-driver, whose rough facial features looked as if they were carved by stone, was kind enough to give her his two cents on the matter.

“Yep, it looks like one heckuva shit-storm is heading our way. Pardon my French, Miss,” the driver had grumbled. Julie sat in the back seat and stared at the frozen road outside her window, grimacing.

She leaned forward, so he could hear her voice over the car engine.”Really, you think so?”

“You betcha. My boss — may he die a thousand deaths — called me off the graveyard shift I was s’posed to work tonight. Called off almost everyone from the station who was supposed to work tonight. And that sonovabitch don’t call off anyone — unless it’s somethin’ really bad, like this weather here. Again, pardon my French.”

Julie graciously smiled at him and leaned back in her seat.

Now, looking out through the window in her bedroom, she understood what he was talking about.

God, let this weather calm down by tomorrow, she prayed silently. I won’t be able to stay sequestered in this place for the whole day with Bailey and Aunt Krystal. I just won’t be. 

Then she heard a faint knock on the door.

Julie cautiously walked towards the door, moving barefooted over pinewood flooring. She paused for a moment, a wreath of air caught in her lungs.

“Who is it?” she asked tentatively.

“It’s me, honey,” her mother’s voice.

A sense of relief rushed through her body as she opened the door for her mom.

Debra walked in, wearing a beautiful crimson-colored stretch nightgown that ended a few inches above her knees and with a cleavage that left very little to the imagination. Her golden hair, showered and combed, fell neatly over her shoulders. She quickly entered and sat on the edge of Julie’s bed, softly tapping a nervous right fist against a sweaty left palm.

“So, Jules… we didn’t get to speak much today,” Debra said, looking down at her polished toenails.

“Yeah, I know. I guess I just had to get outta the house for a while. You know…”

Debra nodded, her lips tightening.

“So, Mom,” Julie took a step closer to her mother. “Did you talk to Aunt Krystal? You know, about last night?”

Debra nodded again, still peering down at her toes. “I did. I did, and…”  she raised her head to look at Julie, but froze when she met her eyes.

Dressed in a sexy white camisole and a low-cut pair of bright pink shorts, the twenty-two-year-old looked like she had just stepped out of one of Debra’s most salacious dreams. Her white top, cropped at the midriff, exposed her flat, taut tummy. Pink shorts covered the smallest amount of her shapely ass, revealing just a little skin from the bottom curves of her buttocks.

Debra followed the inseam of Julie’s shorts with her eyes; she studied the line, which curved around her daughter’s sleek thigh, and then stopped at the crotch, where the subtle protrusion of Julie’s nether lips seemed to be visible through the fabric.

Her beauty was almost mythical in the way it turned its appreciators into thoughtless, motionless statues. Like me, Debra thought.

“Mom?” Julie’s voice roused Debra from her reverie.

Debra’s dark eyes jumped at Julie. “Sweetie?”

“You were saying something?”

“Yes,” She cleared her throat. “Krystal — I did speak with her.”

Debra slid backwards on Julie’s bed, dragging her bum across the mattress, until she felt a large pillow cushioning her back. The lower hem of her dress got pulled up a bit, exposing a hint of her beautifully tanned thighs.

“Come, lie next to me. I want to talk to you,” she said, lightly patting a vacant spot beside her.

Julie stared at her mother, a storm of bewilderment settling across her face. Her lower lip was jutted out in a pout, its pink flesh glistering.

Debra saw that lip and wanted it. She longed to trace it with her tongue, then suck it into her mouth. She wanted to guide Julie’s pretty mouth down between her legs, and make it —

She blinked her eyes twice, and the lewd images vanished from her head. This is no time to get lost in such fantasies, she realized.

“Come on, sit,” Debra asked again. Julie slid next to her mother on the bed.

Debra inched closer to Julie and slowly began to run her fingers through her child’s dark raven hair.

“Listen, before I speak about your Aunt Krystal, there’s something I want to tell you about our family,” Debra paused and then added: “My family.”

Julie listened, a frown line delved between her eyebrows.

“My side of the family has always been more — oh, how do I put it — open towards the idea of inter-family relations.” She was lying so close to Julie that she could feel her daughter’s skin rippling with fresh goosebumps. She squeezed tighter against her and continued.

“Basically what this means is, we were doing things in our house, that were… Well, let’s say they weren’t things we were supposed to talk about, if you know what I mean.”

Julie’s face turned ivory white. “Things like, what I saw last night?” she asked faintly, surprised that her throat was able to make a sound.

Debra nodded. “It’s really hard to understand this — not unless you lived through it, and I’m actually not going to try to explain, but I just need you to know that for us, back then, it was perfectly normal.” She wrapped a warm arm around Julie’s shoulders. “Just like for you, growing up in a big wonderful house, having your own room, watching game shows every night as a family. That was your life. My life… it was different. Definitely different.” She paused, then added, “Sweetheart, I know how strange it sounds…”

Julie lay on the bed, her body feeling useless. Her mother was hugging her with one hand and stroking her hair with the other. A slew of emotions raged through her body, harder and faster than the snowstorm that raged outside.

“It sounds wrong, that’s what it sounds like, Mom,” Julie said through tears that were burning the back of her throat. “I know it’s not your fault, Mom, and that you were young, but there are laws against such things. I mean, it sounds like Gramma and Grampa totally took advantage of–”

“Shhh,” Debra said. “Your grandparents are long gone, and I don’t want you speaking badly of them.”

Debra moved even closer to Julie; she pressed her cheek against her daughter’s and felt tears lingering between them. “Regardless of right or wrong, there is no one at fault here. Not Gramma, not Grampa, not Krystal, not me. When we did what we did, both your aunt and I were old enough to make decisions on our own. We chose to… to walk a certain path.”

The more she heard, the more Julie felt like her body was sinking into the bed, like a bad dream where you’re trapped in quicksand. She wanted to hate her mother, yet found herself unable to do so. In a way, she admired her for coming forward with such a dark secret, which had been buried in her past for so long.

“And now, your aunt Krystal — and I swear to God I didn’t know it until today, when you told me — apparently, she had chosen to walk this very same path… only this time, with her daughter.”

Julie thought of Bailey. She was close to her, and knew her so well — or at least she thought so. Was Bailey just acting this all time? she wondered. Talking about boys; displaying acts of rebelliousness against her mother like every child. Is this all an act? 

The thoughts were jumbled in Julie’s head; they jumped from Bailey to Krystal to her mother and then back to Bailey. There was a deep silence in the room, and for a while the only noises that were heard were the faint groans coming from the lodge’s old foundations.

Debra let her hand rest on top of Julie’s exposed flat belly, and pressed her lips against the side of her child’s head, right above the ear, giving her a warm, motherly kiss.

Julie edged closer to her mother. Somewhere in this sea of emotions and feeling of being lost, she welcomed the warmness. She enjoyed her mother’s kiss; it felt like something ordinary and familiar in a moment that was fraught with unfamiliarity. And when her mother started to brush her hand across her tummy in warm, friendly circles, she was soothed even more.

“What are you thinking about, sweetie?” Debra breathed in Julie’s ear.

“Oh, I dunno. Nothing. Everything. I just don’t know what to think,” she said, soothed by the movements of Mom’s hand over her belly.

She noticed the lines across the fingers of her mother’s hand, and realized that the years take their toll on anyone or anything. Her mother — maybe once, a long time ago — was like Krystal. And even then, it was simply the result of her upbringing. But while Krystal had taken the lessons of her childhood and morphed them into a twisted sexual fantasy, using her daughter as a toy in her game, her mother had bravely decided to shake the shadows of her past, to walk a different, better path. And that path was why Julie had grown up like a normal girl, with the fondest childhood memories a person could ever ask for. She had her mother to thank for that.

“I love you, Mom,” Julie whispered.

“Now, that’s twice in one day that you said that,” Debra told her, smiling. “I’m going to start thinking that you really mean it.”

Julie giggled and wrapped her long legs around her mother’s. “I mean it. I love you. And that’s three times.”

Debra kissed her on the cheek. It was a big wet kiss that left a moist imprint on Julie’s rosy skin. “I love you too, honey.”

They both lay on the bed, nestled together. Julie’s legs were tangled with her mother’s, their cheekbones touching, their bodies exchanging pleasant and affectionate heat.

Debra brushed her left hand across her daughter’s smooth belly, then let it drift upward; sometimes sneaking a few fingers under the lower hem of the camisole, just beneath the valley of Julie’s breasts. And then sometimes it moved south; grazing over the belly button, then sweeping even lower.

The right hand toyed with Julie’s hair. The fingers grazed each lock of hair with a wealth of compassion, sending tiny waves of pleasure all the way down to her scalp.

“Mmmm…” Julie purred. Her eyes closed as she allowed the soothing sensations to take over her body.

She received another kiss from her mother — right above the lips, then yet another, an inch to the right.

The mature woman shifted her body even closer to her daughter.

Julie felt her mother’s breasts pressing against her arm, and she noticed how the nipples grew erect under the fabric of the woman’s gown, to the point they were poking her skin.

Their noses were almost touching. They inhaled and exhaled each other’s breath, creating a warm circulation of air between their bodies.

Debra’s left hand, feeling overly playful, traveled lower than ever before and now it was moving just a hint above the waistband of Julie’s pink shorts.

The twenty-two-year-old, who was known for her sharp mind and quick thinking among her school colleagues, was so beguiled by the feeling of comfort and delight that she didn’t even notice at first when her mother slipped a hand beneath the elastic of her shorts.

With a hand pressed against the soft fabric of Julie’s panties, right above her delicate mound, Debra lowered her lips to her daughter’s and hovered above them for a few precious moments.

Then Julie felt it.

The realization of it slowly trickled into her consciousness, like water from a wounded bucket. Her knees were the first to show signs of weakness but then it quickly transitioned to her entire legs, and arms, and neck, and before she sunk into that fragile point-of-no-return she realized that her mother was masturbating her. Then the woman, who had once fed her by the spoon, and taught her how to tie her tiny shoes, pressed her lips against Julie’s mouth and gave her a kiss.

Julie was close to surrendering to her mother’s touch. Her thighs squeezed together, and her pussy began to throb.

Why fight it? She wondered. Who would know? Who would tell? Is it so awful? It’s not. It’s wonderful. 

Her lips parted as a low moan escaped from her mouth, and it gave her mother a chance to deepen the kiss, her tongue easing between Julie’s lips.

But soon enough, a millisecond in real world time, a switch clicked in Julie’s head. For the first time, it struck her, exactly what was happening.

“What are you doing?” Julie gasped, and pushed her mother’s face away.

Frightened, Debra withdrew the hand away from her daughter’s shorts and clutched it tightly to her chest. The expression on her face was of shame and terror.

They both stared at each other, stunned and speechless. Julie’s eyes were wide and angry, her cheeks a feverish red. Debra watched her, frozen. Her high, rich color was gone. She tried to say she was sorry, she tried to apologize and explain, but Julie waved her off and headed straight to the door.

She clutched the doorknob and held the cold brass for a few seconds, contemplating. She looked back over her shoulder; a cold shadow crossing her face as she spoke.

“I’m going down to the living room,” she said coldly. “Don’t come after me. Don’t any of you come after me. I just… I don’t want to see you.”

“Julie, wait—”

But it was too late. Julie had already stormed out of the room.

Outside, snow flurries were still raging all over Stowe. Main streets were blocked and the forests were heavily powdered. It was very clear that the snow was there to stay.

And that means, for the next twenty four hours, your room is a sanctuary. So you’d better make the most of it.

On to Chapter Three!

 

Don’t Ask Me What Happened

  • Posted on June 3, 2020 at 6:10 pm

by Sheilamuffin

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2009}

My eight-year-old daughter comes into the bedroom. She is naked. She climbs on to my bed and straddles my face. And giggles.

Her slit is spread over my mouth, my nose pressed against her sweet little pucker. What should I do? What would you do?

No, I didn’t expect this. No, I didn’t put her up to it. Though I am a lesbian, there is no history of me doing sex things with my daughter.

Yes, I am aroused, The clean, sweet taste and smell of her, the lovely pink cleft of her bare vagina… I’d be crazy not to be aroused. But I am also amazed. The weirdest part was the giggle. Like she knew she was being naughty, and loved it. The way children take such pleasure from casual wickedness.

She wriggles, my darling Megan. I have made no move to push her off my face. I am supine, passive, awaiting outcomes. She wriggles, and I hear her girlish laughter again. I resist the temptation to explore her pretty little slit with my tongue.

But I want to. Despite myself. Despite my upbringing. Despite the terrifying taboos of pedophilia and incest.

“Mommy, please don’t be mad at me, okay?” she whispers.

You know those phrases in porn stories like “my cunt was on fire,” “I was dripping wet,” et cetera? Well, though I was more aroused than I could ever remember being, I can’t tell you about the state of my cunt right then… because my whole being was focused on the sweet hairless sex that was brushing my lips. I didn’t reply to Megan. I couldn’t. Surely if I so much as parted my lips, I would be kissing my eight-year-old daughter’s cunny.

“Becky dared me to.”

Oh. An explanation, then. Becky, my little girl’s best friend — same age, and already well aware of the effect sexy little girls had on certain twisted grown women — Becky had dared my Megan to sit on her mommy’s face. Well, there you are.

Megan continued to speak. “Becky and her mom do sex stuff, and she dared me to do something with you.”

I froze. Becky’s mom has sex with her daughter?

Megan’s voice fell to a soft murmur. “But it didn’t matter that she dared me to, Mommy. I… I kinda wanted to do this with you anyhow, after Becky told me about her mom.”

My heart was racing, sent into high speed by this bombshell. Megan wanted this, desired that I take her smooth, little-girl pussy into my mouth and pleasure her.

Which left me with a life-changing decision: should I have sex with my own daughter?

I knew what society would say… and pretty much everyone else I knew: absolutely not!

And yet. And yet.

Megan’s pussy is still positioned over my mouth, and I am finding it increasingly difficult not to give in to this sexual insanity that consumes me. To kiss that pretty little slit, to explore my child’s vagina with my tongue.

No. I have to resist. I push her away from me… not violently, but firmly.

“Mommy!” A cry of anguish. The sound of hurt feelings.

“Sorry, angel, but this is wrong.”

I take Megan in my arms and cuddle her, trying to reassure her that I love her. But not in that way.

She snuggles into me. The way little ones do. Nuzzling my breasts… then she was touching them with her hands, weighing their heft, teasing my aching nipples. Taking comfort from her mommy. Stealing my breath away.

I’m trembling from head to toe. Touch my breasts, you see, and I am lost in the most intense arousal. And Megan wasn’t just touching… she was making love to them. There was no other way to describe it.

“Sorry, Mommy,” she mumbles into my chest. “It was just a dare.” Her angel-soft lips brush my nipple, and it’s all I can do not to gasp.

Soothing words are needed here. Somehow, I summon them. “That’s all right, sweetie. Becky’s a very silly girl.”

More snuggling. “Mommy?”

“Yes, angel?”

“Mommy, I liked it… sitting up over your face. I — I kinda wish you had kissed me down there.” She pauses. “That’s what Becky’s mom does to her.”

Oh my God. This wasn’t going to go away. Because I had liked it, too. I wanted to know what it would be like to make a meal out of my daughter’s pretty pussy.

But the little angel on my left shoulder whispered: “No, it’s wrong!” To which the little demon on my right hissed: “Why? If you both enjoy it, what’s wrong?”

My cunt was on fire. I was dripping. I had to face the fact that I was totally aroused; madly in love. Megan was in my arms, naked, rubbing her face against my breasts, and I was responding naturally.

I am unable to keep the words from escaping my trembling lips. “That’s okay, sweetie… I liked it too.”

I did not just say that… okay, actually I did.

Come on, Sheila, I say to myself, think about what you’re getting yourself into here!

Incest. Lesbian incest with a child of eight.

“Mommy, are you okay? You’re breathing funny. You aren’t sick, are you?”

Sick? No. But yes. Well, hell, who knows? Love is love.

“No, I’m fine, baby. Come here, give Mommy a cuddle.”

And that was it. What do they call it — crossing the Rubicon?

No way out now. Megan’s naked body is pressed against mine, never mind the size difference, everything touching everything. Our lips meet in a kiss — clumsy, yes, but it’s also the sweetest kiss I’ve ever experienced. No tongues, just lips. Tongues come later.

No, you don’t want to know what happened next. You don’t get involved with this kind of stuff. Do you? DO you? You do? Well, I am happy to know that I’m not the only one, not the only mother who got into lovemaking with her underage daughter.

I hate those detailed descriptions you get in porn stories, you know, all that stuff about tongues probing and fingers probing and endless licking and flowing and orgasms like Niagara. It isn’t like that. It’s more like a dream, a stream that flows over you, sometimes rapids that make you breathless. But what you remember afterwards, and forever, is how you lost track of time. It’s as if the kissing and the touching and the probing tongues in mouth and pussy combine to make you lose track of your existence on the planet.

Sorry, but if you’ve never spent hours making love to an enthusiastic and responsive eight-year old, I can’t explain it to you any better than that. The fact that Megan is also my own child only makes my sin all the sweeter. Me and my daughter, against the whole damned world.

“Mommy?”

I am cradling my angel in my arms. My lips and chin are wet with her essence. We are both exhausted — stunned, even, by what we have done together. Megan can still speak. I can hardly breathe.

“Mommy, I love you.”

My little Megan means it, too, but in a whole new way. And I love my daughter like I never thought possible. It’s possible, though. Believe me.

The End