Author’s note: Just so you know, this is NOT another old story from my archive, the one I’ve been dipping into to fill the occasional desperate need for a post. No, this is a brand new offering from the JetBoy pen — rusty, perhaps, but still capable of scratching words on paper. I’ve been chipping away at this for more years than I care to admit, and completed it in a burst of what some might call creativity. It’s adapted and expanded considerably from a Leslita story I can’t currently locate, damn it all — though perhaps my mate Sapphmore will be able to track it down. The first chapter comes from that story (though it has been completely rewritten), while the forthcoming final chapter is my own creation. May it bring you good people a generous measure of pleasure.
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By JetBoy
After months of tedious legal manoeuvring, I’d finally managed to escape my nightmare of a marriage, and on very favourable terms. My adulterous bastard of an ex-husband got the house, which was fine with me, as I’d never liked the place. As a result, the judge gifted me with a hefty percentage of Brian’s paycheck. Needless to say, Brian was livid about how much support he had to pay, but he was on the hook for every penny until I married again – and after twelve years with him, I had no intention of ever taking another husband.
Best of all, I got full custody of my ten-year-old daughter, Stacy, the light of my life. Oh, Brian made vague noises about visitation rights, but I knew he’d never follow through. He’d been the textbook example of an absentee father, too wrapped up in his job, his money, his collection of vintage cars and his prostitutes to give a toss about his own child. While we were married, Stacy barely knew him – and by the time the divorce papers came through, she was all too aware of what a complete shit he was.
Now, ten-year-old Stacy and I were taking a lengthy journey by train, on our way to my sister Julie’s house in Cornwall. She is a sculptor who made something of a splash in the art scene about five years ago, and has made a very comfortable living from it ever since. Julie quickly grew tired of the London scene, so she decamped for a quieter way of life by the sea. She purchased a house with a spacious studio, where she worked in iron and bronze, regularly turning out new pieces.
Julie is twenty-nine, just two years younger than me. She is a lesbian, and has been out since she was sixteen years old and got caught fucking an older woman, one of her teachers. The resulting scandal had her tossed out of school, and then she left home for good the day after she turned seventeen. We kept up occasional phone contact, but I hadn’t seen her in years and wasn’t sure what to expect from this visit.
Now single once again, I was flush with freedom, eager to find myself a piece of happiness… maybe even love. It also seemed like the right time to renew family ties, hence this trip to visit my sister. The main reason I’d not seen her in so long was down to my bastard ex, who turned into a moralistic tight-arsed Tory a few years after we married, aping the posh stockbrokers who employed him. Brian didn’t approve of Julie, calling her ‘a bad influence’, and insisted I have as little to do with her as possible. Fool that I was, I did as he wanted to keep the peace. To this day I’m angry with myself for having given in so easily to his bigoted whims.
Although it was summertime, the train was less than half full, so Stacy and I had a set of facing seats to ourselves. We sat side by side, facing forward. The table in front of us was covered with barely read magazines, empty drink cans, a box of Black Magic chocolates, my handbag and a package of tissues. The seats opposite were unoccupied, so we could put our feet up.
“What was Aunt Julie like, Mummy?” Stacy asked me. “Back when she was a girl, I mean.”
“She was very pretty and popular,” I told her. “The boys liked her quite a bit. It was a shock to us all when we found out that she was gay and in love with her teacher.”
“Mummy, have you ever done stuff with a woman before? Like Aunt Julie did?”
I shook my head. “No, love,” I murmured thoughtfully, then shrugged. “Maybe I would have been happier if I had been a lesbian. Actually, that’s not true, sweetheart, because then I wouldn’t have you,” I playfully tousled her hair. “It was even worth being married to your tosser of a dad, just to get you as part of the deal.”
Stacy giggled. “Maybe you should be a lesbian now, Mummy!”
“Maybe I should.” In fact, I had been turning over the idea of pursuing a sexual relationship with a woman for some time. I’d had lesbian fantasies before that had never been acted upon, and was quickly coming to the conclusion that it was time to do something about that. I studied my little girl. “What do you think about that, love? How would you feel if Mummy got a girlfriend?”
“I think it would be awesome!” Stacy squealed. “I like girls lots more than boys.” She started to giggle. “Maybe I should be a lesbian, too!”
“Could happen,” I replied. I don’t know why, but the thought of my daughter naked and making love to one of her little friends had me feeling rather tingly.
Christ almighty, I thought, shaking my head. Someone needs to get shagged, and soon.
“Tell me something else about Aunt Julie, Mama,” Stacy cooed. “Something…. something exciting!”
“One other thing I remember,” I said, “is that she liked to go commando.”
Stacy furrowed her brow. “What’s that?”
I lowered my voice. “Going out in public without wearing knickers.” She looked puzzled. I went back to her ear, “See, it’s supposed to make you feel very sexy. You’re being naughty, only no one knows — unless you want them to know.”
“Hmmm,” she mused, digesting the idea. “Did you ever do that?”
“No, never,” I replied with a shrug. “Julie was always the bold one. At her age, I was much too bashful to try anything so daring… and then, well, I was married to your father.”
Looking up at me, she whispered, “Can we try it now?”
Gazing down at my little girl, I found myself actually considering and weighing this idea of hers. Newly released from my crap marriage, I was in a mood for adventure. I’d been the proper little housewife for much too long.
I took a moment to consider what we were wearing. Stacy was dressed in a short skirt and sandals, while I had on a cotton blouse and a short skirt. We’d have to be careful, but I felt sure we could avoid causing any public scandals.
“I will if you will,” I told Stacy.
Her cheeks slightly flushed, my daughter gave me a quick nod. “You first, ‘kay?” she added shyly.
I entered the aisle, nervously advancing toward the closet-sized lavatory. Once inside, I used the toilet, but instead of pulling up my thong, I slipped it off, clutching it tightly in my hand. I’d spent nearly my entire life making sure I never flashed my knickers. Now I risked revealing my cunt to perfect strangers.
I was fairly sure I could get away with it… even so, I was wickedly excited, my pulse racing as I strolled back to our seat. I couldn’t help it. I knew that going without panties had me walking in a different, sexier way. The air that caressed my pussy felt wonderful, and rather stimulating.
I sat down and handed my thong to Stacy. She slipped it into her pink plastic handbag. “What’s it feel like?” she asked.
“It feels lovely,” I said. “Go on, now… it’s your turn.”
She went off to the toilet. I watched her as she sauntered down the aisle, her skirt swaying with the motion of the train. I reflected on what a gorgeous little girl she was, wondering why the idea of her going without panties seemed to quicken my heartbeat.
I frowned. What’s happening here? Sure, I’d been having fantasies about making love to a woman… but how could I be turned on by my own child? Nonetheless, I kept picturing Stacy’s nakedness underneath her cute skirt, getting more aroused by the second.
She was in the toilet for what seemed like ages. Then, eventually, the door slid open and there she stood, smiling broadly. I knew what my little girl was feeling, and the thought made my pussy moisten.
I glanced at her sensuous little-girl mouth and, out of nowhere, wondered how she would react if I suddenly kissed her. Really kissed her.
Stacy moved slowly towards me. The slightest breeze would have shown her bare slit to everyone. I suppose that there was more of my sister in me then I’d realised, because my mouth went dry, my cunt throbbed with arousal and, most obvious of all, my nipples stiffened, pushing against the flimsy bra I wore. No doubt about it… I was hot as a pistol, and my own little girl was causing it!
Seeing the excitement in Stacy’s eyes, I understood very well what my daughter was feeling, probably for the first time. Was I the only one that could read her excitement, see her eyes flashing as the thrill of this newfound sensuality ran through her little-girl body? Her hips swayed, perhaps with the motion of the train… perhaps with something more.
I stood up to allow her to slide into the window seat. By now my cunt was dripping wet, warm juices oozing down my inner thighs. As subtly as I could, I took two or three tissues from the box on the table and used them to wipe myself.
Stacy leaned over and whispered in my ear, “This feels lovely, Mummy,” she said, “but I’m all wet down there. Can you wipe me, too?”
A tremor of arousal rippled through me, and I did my best to tamp it down. I couldn’t let myself get excited by my own little girl! She needed me to clean her, needed me to be a good mother. Time to calm myself somehow — even though I was about to touch Stacy’s bare slit.
Taking a long, deep breath, I reached for another handful of tissues, looked about to make sure no one was paying attention, then slipped a hand between my ten-year-old’s thighs. A tiny whimper escaped her lips as I slowly wiped her with my wad of Kleenex. She gasped, then relaxed, her eyes dreamy as she allowed me to finish cleaning her.
“That feels good, Mummy,” she whimpered. “D-do it some more, okay?”
I took one of the magazines and opened it up on the table in front of me, then leaned forward as if studying it closely. Letting the Kleenex I held drop from my trembling fingers, I pressed my right hand between my daughter’s inner thighs. She relaxed, opening her legs to welcome me. She held onto the upper part of my arm, leaning into me as if she was reading along.
My fingers found her slit. It was smooth, soft and very warm.
As I traced up and down the opening of my little girl’s vagina, it grew increasingly moist. When I found the tiny nub of her clitoris, Stacy dug her nails into my arm, her mouth forming a perfect O. She turned and leaned to gasp in my ear, “I… I love you, Mummy!” then shuddered through an orgasm — her first?
I glanced nervously around the carriage as my child trembled with pleasure, biting her knuckle to keep from making noise. The other passengers were mostly either reading or sleeping. One of two were just staring out of the window. No one seemed to have taken any notice of my daughter’s climax.
Lifting my gaze from the magazine I’d been staring at while I’d pleasured her, I looked at Stacy. Her eyes were still misted over. Her lips were moist and pink. God, I desperately wanted to take her into my arms and kiss her passionately, but I didn’t. Instead, I silently mouthed the words, “I love you, baby.”
I was still dazed by the realisation that Stacy had just experienced her first ever orgasm, and I’d given it to her. I ought to have been overwhelmed by shame. Instead, I was dripping wet and desperate for relief, nipples so stiff that they ached.
My first impulse was to hasten back into the toilet for a quick wank, but then Stacy touched my arm. “Can we walk through the train, Mummy? I want to move around. It feels nice.”
I knew she was thrilled by the naughtiness and the risk of moving around without our knickers, and understood completely. We were seated close to the front of the train, so when I stood up and collected our things I pointed her towards the rear.
The feeling of the air playing on my pussy was wonderful. I couldn’t walk straight no matter how I tried. I wantonly swayed my hips, which waved my ass from side to side and flicked at the hem of my skirt. I loved it. I just got wetter and wetter until I thought I would burst. Stacy walked in front of me in the same lustful way. She would occasionally look back at me. Her eyes were hungry, her lips full and ripe. The sight of my beautiful daughter had my heart racing. I wanted her with a growing desperation.
Is this really me? I wondered. I’d never thought of Stacy as a sexual creature before… and now, the idea of making love to her seemed completely natural, even logical.
We came to another joint between carriages. No one was there, and the window had been left open. The wind that flowed into the small space had an immediate effect, blowing Stacy’s dress up to the waist and giving me a quick glimpse of her bare buttocks.
It was too much, too bloody much. Taking hold of Stacy, pushed her up against the wall, so she couldn’t be seen from either carriage. My daughter gawped at me as I lifted her skirt to gaze hungrily at the glistening pink cleft of her slit.
I glanced up at my beloved Stacy, licking my lips as our eyes met… then I brought my face to the rise of my little girl’s vulva, my tongue emerging to glide along the juicy slit. She whimpered and thrust her hips forward, parting her thighs wide for me.
I licked and kissed and sucked hungrily at my little girl’s cunt, marvelling at how tart and delicious she tasted. Stacy writhed from side to side, her breath coming in quick gasps, occasionally whispering, “Yes, Mummy… oh, oh yes. Oh, Mummy, I love you.”
I continued to lick, finally homing in on the tiny clitoris. She cried out softly, clutching my face to her as she came in my thirsty mouth.
She had just trembled through her orgasm when we heard footsteps. I pulled her dress down just in time and began to fiddle with her shoe. “There, sweetheart. It should stay fastened now,” I murmured, hoping that whoever it was didn’t notice the wetness that now coated my lips and chin.
The man barely threw us a glance as he passed by. I watched as he walked along the carriage and away. When I looked back, Stacy was gazing gleefully at me, delighted that we’d gotten away with something so wicked.
She was giggling as we headed back the way we came. I was still dazed by the knowledge that I had just gone down on my ten-year-old daughter. I could only think about how much I wanted to have her again.
Then as we reached the toilet, Stacy suddenly seized my wrist and darted inside, dragging me along. Once inside, she swiftly shut the door, then grinned wickedly up at me. I shivered as I saw the near-feral desire that was written, plain as day, on my child’s face.
“I want to kiss you like that, Mummy,” she cooed. “It’s my turn to make you feel good.”
It was too much to resist, not that I had the slightest intention of refusing my little girl. But first, I knelt before Stacy, drawing her slender body to mine. “My sweet baby,” I breathed, “My little lover. Do you really want to do that to your mummy?”
Stacy nodded. “I do,” she whispered… and I kissed her lovely mouth.
My daughter melted into my arms, her lips parting to admit my tongue. I kissed her hotly, ardently, and my desire only surged higher as Stacy’s tongue engaged with mine, timidly at first. But she quickly got the hang of it, and within seconds, my child and I were making out, fondling each other’s bodies as our mouths slid deliciously together.
Then I gently broke away, rising to my feet. Hoisting my skirt as high as it would go, I raised a foot from the floor, placing it upon the rim of the metal sink. Now my cunt was fully exposed to Stacy, and the look of awe on my daughter’s face as she took her first good look at a grown woman’s vagina was nearly enough to make me come right then.
I watched as my ten-year-old moved closer, inhaling deeply. “Mmmm… I like how you smell, Mummy,” she purred… then she buried her lips in my pubic thatch, pressing a warm kiss into the glistening flesh. I moaned, overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of what I was seeing: my precious daughter, loving me with her mouth.
She kissed me again with those amazingly soft lips… then her tongue came out to play, and I sobbed with pure joy as Stacy took a long, slow lick. She paused, testing the flavour, then grinned. “Yummy!” Then she clutched my hips, claiming my cunt with her hot, sucking mouth… and I was lost to the world.
I wish every mother could know the delight, the pure unbridled ecstasy of being sexually pleasured by a loving daughter. I’ve coupled with Stacy hundreds of times since that day — yet it was that first hurried fuck that I treasure most of all, my girl and I crammed into a tiny lavatory on a moving train, my foot propped high on a sink as she feasted on my dripping minge.
It was so perfect, so beautiful — and when I came, it was like a climax beyond climax. Stacy kept eating my pussy, too, even after I had come; and suddenly I was orgasming again, trying my level best not to scream or fall.
I found myself slumped against the wall and sliding down; finally seated on the floor, skirt up and around my waist. Stacy was kneeling before me, her eyes warm with adoration. “My sweet mummy,” she breathed; then she moved closer, covering my mouth with hers. My head spun as I savoured the taste of pussy on my little girl’s lips, licking around them as we shared a passionate kiss. I allowed my hand to slip between her thin thighs, cupping her bare vulva. Stacy’s slit was still moist, and she moaned into my mouth as I fondled her.
God, I already wanted her again — but I knew we would soon be reaching our transfer point. “C’mon, honeybunch,” I whispered, gently breaking our kiss. “We’ve got to catch our next train.” She pouted a bit, but I told her, “Don’t be upset, baby… you can sleep with me tonight, and we’ll make love again.”
That perked her up right away, and we quickly tidied ourselves up before exiting the toilet. An old woman with a mouth tight as a satchel glared at us as we exited, but I only smiled. Right then, nothing in the world could spoil my joyful mood.
When we left the train, I was careful to stay in front of Stacy whenever we had to go downstairs, and made sure to always be behind her if we had to climb up them. I had years of practice of not flashing my pussy, while she was still a novice at this whole commando thing. She, of course, found my caution hilarious. I suspected the little minx had something of an exhibitionist streak, and wanted nothing more than to expose her concealed nudity to someone else.
Our next train didn’t leave for an hour, so Stacy and I stopped for tea in a quaint little shop, where we had sandwiches and slices of cake. Returning to the station, we found the platform we needed, and the local train arrived a few minutes later. The vibration and the draft it caused were both electrifying. Stacy giggled with delight as the cool air caressed her bare vulva, twisting her body from side to side.
The train was a very old fashioned one, made up of separate compartments, each with its own door. Once it came to a stop, we simply opened the nearest one, then climbed up and into the compartment. If there had been anyone behind us, they would have surely caught a glimpse of our bare bottoms.
There was only one other passenger in this compartment: an attractive older woman, in her mid-forties or thereabouts. She sat facing us, but looking out of the window. I shut the door shut behind us.
When the train finally began to move, the woman looked at us with the oddest expression, as if we’d done something to startle her.
We were soon out of the station and picking up speed. Stacy, perhaps still feeling the stirrings of our newfound lesbian desire, was behaving in a very wanton way. She sat back on the long bench seat that went the full width of the carriage and crossed one leg over the other. I noticed the woman staring at her, and turned my head to see what Stacy was up to. My eyes widened when I saw that my daughter had her calf resting on the other leg, giving the woman a full view of her cunt.
I opened my mouth to tell Stacy to behave, but was taken aback by the expression on the woman’s face. She was smiling at my little girl, her eyes alight with excitement.
The woman looked up at me, then back down at Stacy’s pussy. “Little one,” she said, “you are very beautiful. I was seduced many years ago by a little girl as lovely as you. She liked to show me her cunt, just as you are now.”
I studied this woman, taking in how attractive she was as she gave me a most significant smile. It occurred to me that this could be an opportunity for my daughter and I to explore lesbian love even further…
“Did you lick her?” Stacy cooed, shocking me with her boldness.
“I certainly did, child… and she licked me as well.” The woman moistened her lips. “I’d love to taste you, too.” Her eyes met mine again. “May I?”
Standing on trembling legs, I stood before the woman and lifted my skirt, flashing my minge at her. “Would you like to taste me, too?”
I don’t know what possessed me. I was behaving like a complete slag, but didn’t care at all. Having tasted the delights of lesbian love with Stacy, I wanted more. I hungered for female flesh, and this woman’s interest sent my lust soaring.
Reaching out, she ran her fingers through my pubes. “It will be my pleasure,” she said. Rising from her seat, she moved to lock the compartment door and pull down the shade. “No one will interrupt us here. I have made love to many women on this train.” She winked at my daughter. “And a few girls, as well. By the way, I’m Margaret.”
I stretched out on the seat. “My name’s Enid… and that’s my daughter Stacy.”
“Hi, Margaret!” Stacy chirped, her bare slit still on full display.
“Delighted to meet you both,” the woman replied. Turning to Stacy, she said, “I’m going to have your mum for my afternoon tea, little one… then you’ll be my dessert!”
“Okay,” my baby girl piped, then sat back to enjoy the show, already stroking herself.
Margaret pulled my top up and off, then deftly unhooked the front clasp of my bra. Lowering her face to my breasts, she closed her mouth over the left nipple as her right hand flicked my skirt out of the way, exposing my bush. I spread my legs as far apart as possible.
The woman plunged two fingers into my dripping vagina and fucked me hard and deep, steadily increasing in speed with each stroke. She was rubbing my clit with her thumb, so I couldn’t restrain myself for very long. My back arched as I gave a choked scream, my body seizing up in a massive orgasm that absolutely blinded me for a few seconds.
When my eyes fluttered open, the first thing I saw was Stacy. She had her heels on the seat, legs spread wide, caressing herself.
The woman offered her sticky fingers to my little girl… and Stacy took them into her mouth, humming with delight as she sampled her mummy’s pussy again. “Ah,” the woman nodded, then glanced back at me. “She’s tasted you before, hasn’t she?”
I nodded. “We… we just made love for the first time — a few minutes ago.”
“I knew I smelled cunt when you got in.” She shook her head in awe. “I don’t know what made me so certain of it, but something told me that you two have been intimate together. I’m glad to see I was right.” Her eyes burned into mine. “You remind me of my lover. I’ll be meeting her at the station. She, too, is attracted to young girls.” Margaret knelt before Stacy, burrowing between her thighs, covering my baby’s slit with her mouth.
Stacy’s back arched as the woman probed her cunt with an eager tongue. My baby was crying, “Yes, yes, yes!” Then suddenly Margaret sat up, her lips dripping in juices, and began to masturbate my little girl. Soon my little girl was gurgling in ecstasy as this older woman brought her off. Finally Stacy collapsed, completely spent. She was sprawled out in her seat, legs still parted, her sex lewdly exposed.
Margaret took her seat, all smiles. “That was wonderful. A dream and a memory come true.” She lifted her skirt to reveal a soft belly and her hairy cunt. “You’re not the only ones going without knickers, you know.”
Her eyes were daring me to act… and I was moving toward her before I even knew it, hypnotised by that beautiful brown bush. Kneeling before my new lover, I buried my mouth in the dark fur, seeking and finding the juicy flesh it concealed.
“Lovely,” she whispered as I ate her cunt like I’d been born to it, intoxicated by the taste and smell of her, as well as the heat of the woman’s fluids as they dripped from my chin.
Why had I wasted so many years with men? This was love as I’d dreamed it would be, making my heart race, my soul radiate. Then and there, I knew I was a lesbian.
My little girl had recovered from her climax and was now sharing hot, deep kisses with our new friend, who was moaning in Stacy’s mouth while I fucked her with my tongue. Suddenly she was coming, her essence flowing forth to coat my lips and chin. I drank it down like wine.
By then I was on fire, in desperate need of release… and our new friend was more than ready to assist. She got me down on all fours, knelt behind me.
“So, you’ve licked your mummy’s cunt, she tells me,” Margaret said to Stacy – casually, as if she was asking my daughter about what games she liked to play.
“Uh-huh!” Stacy replied. “I liked it, too. Mummy is yummy!” She giggled. “Her cunt, I mean.”
“Oh, I know what you mean, little one… tell me, though: do you know what rimming is?”
“Uh-uh.”
“Well, that’s when you use your tongue on a lover’s bumhole.”
“Really?” I could easily picture the awed look on my little girl’s face. Stacy’s curiosity was boundless, and nothing pleased her like the opportunity to learn something new and interesting. “Doesn’t it taste bad?”
“Not at all, love. Here, I’ll show you.” I felt the woman’s hands spread my arse open, then her warm, wet tongue bathed my rosebud.
It felt divine. No man had ever pleasured me that way before, and I found myself wondering what other sexual delights I’d missed in my life. I’ll be trying them all now, I decided, and Stacy will be learning with me.
The woman drew away, then said, “Now kiss me, angel.”
I heard the sound of lips and tongues mingling as this lovely stranger kissed my child, then Stacy said, “I want to lick Mummy’s bottom now!”
“Go right ahead, love,” Margaret replied. “You’re a very lucky child, you know. Not many little girls get the chance to play such nice games with their mums.”
I’m not sure Stacy was even listening at that point. Her tongue was trailing up and down through the crack of my arse, and she was humming contentedly, as if enjoying a long awaited treat.
“Put a finger in her cunt,” Margaret said, “She’ll like that.”
Stacy fumbled around, seeking but failing to locate my vaginal entrance. “I can’t find it,” she pouted.
“Don’t worry, child. I’ll help you,” came the woman’s soothing voice. She knelt next to Stacy, and I felt her fingers search out my opening. “Oh, my… she’s really wet. Tell you what, child – let’s put two of your fingers inside.”
Seconds later, my baby girl penetrated me, her fingers probing deep into my cunt. Her mouth returned to my anus, and she swirled her tongue around the tight ring.
“Fuck her hard,” urged Margaret, sounding short of breath. I suspected our new friend was masturbating, and who could blame her?
Stacy dutifully went to work, giving my vagina a serious pounding. Her hand made squishing sounds with each stroke, and I could feel warm, thick juices oozing down my inner thighs. So close, so close, so fucking close…
And just like that, I was coming like a wildcat, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream. My darling child took me to the acme of pleasure, then over the edge. She probably would’ve kept going, but I might have had a heart attack first.
Taking pity on me, Margaret said, “You’d better stop, angel – I don’t think your mum can take much more.”
Stacy dutifully withdrew her hand, and I collapsed on the carpet, wheezing like an old accordion.
The three of us spent a couple of minutes recovering, but we knew it was necessary to get back into our clothes before we were caught. That didn’t prevent us from swapping the occasional lover’s kiss while dressing. Margaret had a bottle of citrus-scented air freshener, which she used to banish the remaining evidence of our afternoon fuck. “I never travel without it,” she told us with a wink.
Soon to come: Part Two!
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