Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Candy Kane

The two maidens took Lea by the hand and led her through the torch-lit temple to the chamber of her mother, the High Priestess.

Lea was just twelve, and had been raised mostly by the maids of the High Priestess, so she had only seen her mother during the most important of religious ceremonies. But now she was of age, and was to spend the night with the High Priestess in a private ceremony that was to be the first step of her emergence into womanhood… and eventually, her succession to her mother’s power.

The maidens had dressed Lea in a sheer cloth gown that flowed around her like vapor. Her bare feet padded on the cool stone floor. The two maidens had spent the entire afternoon preparing Lea. They washed her in the pool, the water warmed by the noon sun. They ran their soft hands over her, anointing her with sweet smelling oils and lotions. She liked their touch, especially when one of them lingered on the opening between her legs and on the small, sensitive nipples of her adolescent breasts.

The girl had whispered in Lea’s ear that this would be one of the most important nights of her life. Lea was the oldest child of the woman many considered a goddess… and after this ceremony, she would be a child no more. When Lea asked what was expected of her, the girl simply said, whatever the High Priestess wants.

Then the girl kissed Lea and said she hoped the two of them could be together after Lea returned from her night with the High Priestess. Lea did not fully understand, but she did enjoy the taste of the girl’s lips.

As they entered the High Priestess’s chamber, Lea was struck by the beauty of her mother, lying on a huge bed of furs. The High Priestess had flowing black hair, radiant skin the color of copper, and green eyes that seemed to reach out and entice her. Lea stood by the side of the bed and looked at the High Priestess’s nude body glowing in the light of the candles. It seemed to be sculpted, its form and lines perfect.

The maidens removed the sheer cloth from Lea leaving her naked in the flickering, golden light. Lea heard their retreating footsteps and soon she was alone with the beautiful woman.

“Come to me, my child,” the High Priestess said, and stroked the furs she lay on.

Lea climbed up on the bed and laid on her back beside the woman, her heart racing, not knowing what to expect.

The High Priestess touched Lea’s face. “You are most beautiful, my daughter,” she said, and brushed the young girl’s hair from her eyes. “Before the sun comes up,” the woman whispered, “We will drink the honey that flows from our bodies and share the bliss that only women can give each other.” She leaned over and kissed Lea, her lips were tender and tasted of sweet wine. Then she said, “Tonight we will visit heaven together.”

The woman took Lea’s tiny nipple in her mouth and suckled it, caressing it with her tongue. Lea’s nervousness quickly faded, replaced with a warm feeling of arousal that swept through her. It seemed to converge at the opening between her legs. She liked what her mother was doing and wondered if she would be allowed to do the same.

As the High Priestess sucked Lea’s nipples, she stroked the young girl’s body, moving her hand like a feather up and down Lea’s sides and stomach until she finally slipped it between the girl’s legs, coaxing them apart as she lightly stroking the inside of her thighs. Lea had been intrigued by the patch of short, black hair she’s seen covering the opening between the High Priestess’s legs, and she wondered if it disappointed the woman that Lea had no hair there. The answer came quickly: a moan of approval as the woman cupped Lea’s small opening and cradled a finger between its folds.

Lea gasped at the tingle of pleasure the woman’s touch brought. It was as arousing as when the maiden had touched her in the pool. Her opening was tight and gripped the woman’s finger snugly. Lea thought it odd that at first there was dryness and friction, but as the woman moved her finger in and out, her opening became moist and slippery. Lea unconsciously rotated her hips in rhythm with the woman’s delicate probing.

Suddenly, Lea’s chest started to heave and her breathing increased, her pulse quickened, and she felt a strange, wanton fire building in her. The dampness increase between her legs, so much so, she thought she might have accidentally wet herself, but she knew she had not. The more the woman stroked Lea’s opening, the more the moisture flowed. Over the aroma of incense and the smoke from the candles, she could smell a wild honey-like fragrance coming from the woman’s body. It made her nose tingle.

While the High Priestess continued sliding her finger in and out of Lea, she covered the child’s mouth with hers, using her tongue to explore the warmth inside. Lea liked the sensation and returned the kisses, wrapping her delicate arms around her mother’s neck.

Suddenly, the woman touched a small, sensitive nub at the top of Lea’s opening and the young girl cried out as a wave of unimaginable pleasure swept over her. She opened her mouth and sucked in air as her body shook with this most wonderful of sensations. For an instant, she imagined doing the same thing to the beautiful young maiden that had kissed her at the pool. She yearned to put her finger inside the girl and make her cry out like that. But first, she wanted to learn everything the High Priestess promised to teach her.

Lea knew that many of the servant girls slept together and she often heard them crying out in the night. Now she realized they were not cries of pain, but passion. Once this night was over, she would find the young maiden, take her by the hand and lead her to her bed. She would sleep with her and show her all the delicious pleasures that she experienced with the High Priestess.

The woman removed her finger from Lea and licked it. “You have the taste of a delicate flower, a flower that only grows between the legs of a young girl.”

“I’m glad you are pleased,” Lea said smiling.

The woman slipped her finger back into Lea for a moment and then brought it to the girl’s lips. “Taste yourself,” she said, “for it is the nectar of your soul.”

Lea took the woman’s finger into her mouth and tasted the moisture from her body. It was sweet and very pleasurable. She wondered what her young friend would taste like.

“Now,” the woman said, “take your finger, place it inside me and put your mouth on my breast like a baby to her mother. Do what I have done to you and it will give me pleasure. In return, I will teach you the secrets of pleasing yourself and any woman your heart desires.”

Lea slipped her hand down between the High Priestess’s legs. She was surprised to find that the patch of hair she saw earlier was soft and damp. The folds of the woman’s opening were flared out like a flower in bloom, and between them, her flesh was warm and slippery. The High Priestess breathed in deeply as Lea traced the outside of the opening with her finger tip. Then, ever so slowly, she slid her finger inside finding it very hot. The hole was much larger than Lea’s and she found that she could insert two, then three fingers. With each additional finger, the High Priestess moaned, and Lea realized that the wild honey-like aroma was coming from the woman’s opening, and it grew stronger.

“Oh, my little lover, your touch is so gentle,” the woman whispered. “Do you enjoy pleasing me?”

Lea answered her with a kiss; this time she was the aggressor, putting her tongue in the woman’s mouth to explore. Lea not only liked pleasing the High Priestess, she was enthralled with how easily she could make the woman respond to her touch. The feelings that coursed through her small body were like nothing she had ever experienced before. She hoped the heat building between her legs would not cool until she could sleep with the young maiden.

The woman took Lea’s face in her hands and guided the girl’s mouth to her nipple. Lea found the taste of her skin to be slightly salty but with an after taste of some spice she could not identify. As she sucked, she felt the nipple grow hard in her mouth. She could tell from the increased breathing that her mother enjoyed it.

The High Priestess reached around and rubbed Lea’s bottom, something Lea had never thought would bring pleasure. But as she continued to suck on the High Priestess’s breast and stroke her fingers in and out of the woman’s opening, she became aware of how sensitive her little hole was. She remembered how the beautiful, young maiden had spent so much time washing Lea’s bottom. And when she dried Lea off, she had knelt down and kissed it before applying the scented oils. Lea had enjoyed the girl’s affection but had not understood it’s meaning. Now she realized that part of her body yearned for attention just as the opening between her legs did.

The High Priestess tested Lea’s small hole with the tip of her finger. She must have realized how tight it would be to enter, because the High Priestess brought her finger to her mouth and wet it. Then she returned it to the crack between Lea’s bottom and gently worked it into the hole.

Lea gasped with surprise at the wonderful sensation. The woman’s finger penetrated her tiny hole and slid up inside Lea’s rectum. A most unlikely place to seek pleasure, Lea thought as the anticipation of sharing this heavenly secret with the young maiden raced through her mind.

The High Priestess was moving in unison with Lea’s finger thrusts now, breathing hard and moaning loudly. At the same time, the woman had worked her finger completely inside Lea’s bottom and moved it in rhythm to their bodies. Lea went from one hard nipple to the other, hungry for the taste of the woman’s spicy skin. They were both in the throes of ecstasy now and within a few seconds their bodies shook and they cried out. Lea’s closed her eyes and remembered the words of the woman: tonight, they would visit heaven together. She had just entered a place so wonderfully erotic, so divine, she could only equate it to heaven.

As Lea lay in the High Priestess’s arms, pressing their sweaty breasts together, the woman said, “Sleep, my tiny lover and dream sweet dreams, for soon I will awaken you with a pleasure that is beyond what you have just experienced.”

Lea could not imagine what could be better than what she had experienced so far, but she smiled with anticipation as she drifted off on a soft cloud of total bliss.

*****

When Lea awoke, it was from the sensation of something warm and wet. She came out of the twilight of sleep to the realization that something wonderful was happening between her legs. Laying on her back, she sensed that her legs were spread wide and when she looked down she saw that the High Priestess was lying further down the bed with her head between Lea’s legs. She had her mouth on Lea’s opening and was licking it. Like lightning from a summer storm, a bolt of pleasure shot through Lea. Her mother was using her tongue to do things Lea had never thought possible.

She cried out as she felt the High Priestess’s tongue go inside her. The woman was stroking Lea’s legs and licking her from her opening down to her small anus. Lea wrapped her legs around the woman’s head and cried out, gritting her teeth and arching her back. She tangled her fingers into the High Priestess’s hair and pushed down forcing the woman’s tongue deeper into her. Then her mother found the tiny bud at the top of Lea’s opening and sucked it between her lips.

Lea brought her hands up to her face and screamed, tears of pleasure rolling down her cheeks. Her body exploded with passion and she could see only blurred patches of golden light.

The woman sucked the little bud of flesh in and out of her mouth and Lea could not stop screaming. She ran the bottoms of her feet up and down her mother’s back and cried with joy as she beat the furs with her tiny hands. Multiple waves of raw pleasure shook her small frame, which was now drenched in sweat. She felt a flood of liquid shoot out of her opening and she could hear her mother lapping it up like a cat drinking milk.

As Lea’s body finally slowed down, it’s tremors subsided, and her breathing calmed, she raised her head to watch the woman finish licking her clean. Then the High Priestess crawled up and gently laid herself down on top of Lea, careful not to hurt her. She kissed Lea and licked away the tears. Lea could smell herself all over her mother’s face.

“Now you know the secret of how women please each other,” the High Priestess said. “Next, my sweet lover, I want you to put your mouth on my opening and pleasure me as I have you. Take me to the place you just came from… and I will then show you how we can go there together at the same time.” The woman kissed Lea’s face softly and asked, “Do you desire to please me?”

“More than anything,” Lea said.

The woman rolled over on her back taking Lea with her until the girl was on top. “Take your tongue and travel down my body to the place where my river flows. Drink all you want, my little lover, for I have an ocean to give you.”

Lea kissed the High Priestess and then slowly moved down, kissing and licking the salty moisture from the woman’s neck, then the valley between her breasts. She spend a few moments taking the woman’s nipples into her mouth to make sure they were hard, then she kissed her way down the flat stomach and finally reached the short patch of damp fur. The scent coming from between the woman’s legs was spicy and exotic, and Lea breathed deeply trying to capture all of it in her lungs. At last, she was over the opening and she pressed her nose between the delicate petals of the flower so that she could smell only the fragrance that came from deep inside.

She pictured herself with her face between the legs of the young maiden, and she hoped that the girl would be hairless and soft like her own opening. It was not that she disliked the short hair around her mother’s cleft — it was just that she was already fantasizing what it would soon be like to pleasure a girl her own age. But now, what was most important was to please this beautiful woman as much as she could. There would be many nights to sleep with the palace maids.

The High Priestess raised her legs, put her hands behind her knee, and pulled them back against her chest, opening herself fully. Lea watched in awe as honey seeped out of the woman’s opening and flow down to her small hole. She waited until enough had collected in the little puckered indention before she brought her finger tip to it and pushed.

The woman moaned as Lea’s finger found the warm secret inside. Then Lea bent to the real work at hand. She started licking, first all around the opening, then between the woman’s petals.

Lea noticed a hood of flesh that stuck out at the top of the woman’s opening, and as she explored under it with the tip of her tongue, she found a small pea-shaped bud of flesh that grew larger and harder the more she licked it. Suddenly, she realized it was the same sensitive nub that lived in its hiding place between her own legs. Earlier, the woman had found and stimulated it, taking her to a new level of arousal. She knew she could now do the same to the High Priestess. Sucking the little nub between her lips, she flicked it with her tongue and the woman responded with a cry of ecstasy.

Lea increased her sucking rhythm while she worked her finger deeper into the woman’s rectum. Soon the High Priestess was squirming and jerking her hips, calling out in the night at the pleasure the young girl was delivering. The woman grabbed handfuls of fur that covered the bed and screamed, her back arching, her legs trapping Lea’s head in a passionate embrace.

Lea kept up the assault until the woman begged her to stop. With a smile, she looked up into the High Priestess’s face and realized she had taken her just as far as she herself had be taken.

Finally, the woman opened her eyes and gazed down at Lea. She held her arms wide and said, “Come here, my sweet child.”

Lea moved up to lay on top of her. The woman wrapped her arm and legs around her young lover and they kissed. Then the High Priestess said, “There is one more secret I will share with you before we sleep, my child.”

“But you have shown me so much already, Mother,” Lea said. “What more can there be?”

The woman gave her a knowing smile and caressed her face. Then she said, “Turn around and lay beside me with your feet to my head.”

Lea hesitated for a moment as she tried to picture where this was leading. Then she obeyed and turned her body around with her head next to her mother’s hip.

“Now, sweet child,” the woman instructed, “move back on top of me.”

As Lea positioned herself onto the High Priestess, she felt the woman guide her slim legs apart and place them on each side of her head. Propped up on her hands, Lea looked down and realized the woman’s opening was only inches from her mouth, her scent steaming up to meet Lea’s nostrils. Then the woman brought her own knees up and spread her legs wide.

The meaning of all this hit the young girl like a thunderclap. In this position, they could put their mouths on each other, and as her mother promised, they would visit heaven together.

Suddenly, Lea felt her mother take hold of her slender hips and pull them down, her hot breath was on Lea’s opening. At the same time, Lea brought her mouth down and gently kissed the woman’s petals. She settled her body down on top of the High Priestess, and within seconds they were both licking and drinking the warm nectar that flowed out.

This was by far the most exquisite thing they had done, and Lea was obsessed with the desire to satisfy her mother. She dove into her lover’s opening, devouring it and drinking up the sweet cream like she was dying of thrust. Their moans and cries filled the cavernous sleeping chamber until both women were rocked with an earthquake of passion and their bodies trembled with pleasure.

Soon, Lea and her mother were lying in each other’s arms again, saying nothing but softly caressing the other. Then the woman gently kissed Lea’s lips and said, “Sleep, my sweet daughter. If you awake in the night and thirst, place your mouth on my opening and drink what is there. For I will do the same to you.”

“I’m not ready for sleep yet, Mother,” Lea whispered. “I want to drink from your river again, now.”

The High Priestess rolled on her back, pulled her knees up and spread her legs in invitation. “Then satisfy your thirst, little one, for I have much inside me to give you.”

Lea kissed the woman once more and then repeated her journey down the beautiful body to the temple between her legs. She had tasted what lay there and knew she would never get her fill. As the night wore on, she and her mother pleasured each other many time before they finally fell asleep with their warm bodies entwined.

As the sun swept in through the high windows of the chamber, they awoke and one last time, pleasured each other. Then the High Priestess took the young girl gently in her arms and kissed her face, neck and mouth.

“Would you like to come to me again one night?” she asked Lea.

“Oh, yes,” the girl whispered, holding her mother tightly.

“Then so it shall be,” she said. She kissed Lea once more before summoning two maidens to take the young girl back to her quarters.

Lea’s eyes grew wide with excitement as she saw that one of the girls was her friend from the day before. Lea took her hand and interlocked their fingers. When they were out of the High Priestess’s chamber, Lea kissed her, whispering, “Tonight, we will visit heaven together.”

Author Unknown

My two-week summer vacation found me relaxing by the side of an Olympic-sized pool. I should have been working on my lesson plan for the coming school year, but that could wait. Right then, all I was interested in was getting a tan.

A teacher’s salary doesn’t give you much money to plan a real vacation, but I’m better off than most. When my mother passed away six years ago, I inherited her uptown condo. There was even a small trust to pay for association fees and utilities. Because of this, I actually had enough saved for a nice little trip.

This year though, I came up with a novel plan. Instead of heading off to Florida or California,  I booked myself a room at the swankiest hotel in town, with all the trimmings. For two whole weeks I was living it up as Miss Rich Bitch. This had to be the best vacation I ever had. All the fun of being pampered by a fine five star hotel, without actually having to leave the city!

So there I was, stretched out on a deck chair in a tiny bathing suit. I knew I looked damn good in it, too. The guys around the pool couldn’t keep their eyes off me. Whatever. They could stare at my tits all they wanted. They could even dream about getting me out of my bikini bottoms, and slipping their greasy cocks into me. Dreams were all they would get. My dreams were just a little different.

I’ve known something about myself since high school. My few romps in the back seats of cars only taught me that guys had nothing I really wanted or needed. I’m a lesbian, one with very special tastes.

From where I sat, the view was lovely! It’s incredible, just how many pretty little girls were vacationing with their families… and there I was, feasting my eyes on them all, especially the ones approaching their teen years. I can’t think of anything more beautiful than a girl between ten and thirteen, beginning her journey towards womanhood.

One such girl had especially captured my rapt attention.

Oh God, she was pretty! A petite little Japanese doll with long gleaming black hair that fell to her waist. My fingers itched to run through that dark silk. Watching her tuck all that wonderful hair into a swim cap was a delightful torment. The bright yellow one-piece suit she wore hugged her budding figure lovingly. The gentle swell of her hips and bottom took my breath away. Her breasts were just beginning to bud. I hoped deep in my heart that she wouldn’t develop very big ones, because this lovely Lolita was perfect, utterly perfect, as she was.

Her obvious happiness and the cool breeze off of the water had left its mark. My lovely angel’s nipples were visibly erect. I could see them clearly from where I sat. My heart pounded as I imagined closing my lips around them. I placed her at about twelve years old. If she were living here, she would be just the right age to be in my classroom.

Did I mention that my Asian angel was a mermaid in the water? She dove with perfect form; hardly a splash as she cut through the water like a knife. I caught myself just in time before I yelled at the other swimmers to get out of her way. Couldn’t they see that this wasn’t just playtime for her? The child was poetry in motion as she twisted and dodged, her lithe body darting skillfully around the other swimmers. It was so exciting to see her outclass them all!

After a few laps, my mermaid pulled herself from the water with a practiced, fluid movement, glistening so enticingly as bright droplets of water cascaded from her body. I watched as the darling child tugged off her bright pink swim cap, freeing the dark waterfall of her hair with a careless toss of the head.

The very sight of her made me smile… and ache with longing inside. I was smitten, desperately in love with an underage girl I’d never met.

Oh, my — she noticed me! Then she smiled back, and my heart nearly melted. How could I ever think of such a lovely creature as only pretty? The beauty of her smiling face burned its way forever into my soul.

She turned to walk away. That was when some beastly little boy decided to run across the deck of the pool. The little shit bumped into my lovely swimmer, and down she went.

I was on my feet in an instant, shrugging into my robe, dashing to her side. “Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“I, I think so,” she said quietly. “I scrape my knee.” Her soft voice was enchanting, her English nearly perfect, flavored with a gentle accent that spoke of her homeland. “I — I am bleeding.” Staring at her knee, she began to cry.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay!” A couple of small droplets colored her kneecap. There was no real damage at all, thank God. I took her arm to help her up. I felt a spark of sexual electricity, as my fingers touched her flawless skin. “Let’s go upstairs so I can clean you up.”

“I am sorry.” My little angel looked up at me, tears shining like jewels. “I do not like blood. I, uh, it makes me s-squeem.”

“Squeamish?” I asked.

“Hai! Yes!” She smiled softly. “English is hard work. I practice. No, I am practicing.”

“Your English is wonderful! I think it’s better than most American kids your age.” I took her hand as we walked towards the hotel. “What’s your name, honey?”

“Sasahara Sakura.” She gave her family name first, as the Japanese so often do. “I am very pleased to know you.”

“Sakura… what a lovely name!” I gave her hand a friendly squeeze. “My name is Sheryl, and I’m very pleased to know you, too!”

“Sheryl? Sheryl.” She said it a few times, getting used to the pronunciation. It sounded like poetry, coming from her lips. “Sheryl is a nice name too.”

We passed the lifeguard chair. The asshole didn’t even react to the kid running and knocking Sakura down. He was far too busy titty watching. I had to resist a sudden urge to flip him the finger.

Sakura guided me towards a group of empty chairs. “I have clothes here,” she murmured. “Can we get them?”

“Of course, honey.” We stopped, and my angel picked up a neatly folded tee shirt and shorts. My heart thumped. No panties!

I tried to conceal the excitement I felt. “After I clean your knee, you can get dressed. Okay, sweetheart?” We made our way through the lobby, toward the bank of elevators.

She grimaced. “Thank you, Sheryl. I am sorry to be such a bother.”

The elevator doors closed, and we began our trip up to the tenth floor. We were alone together, and I had to fight a powerful impulse to take her in my arms. “Where are your parents, Sakura?”

“Mother is at her meeting. I was going to wait by the swimming pool for her to return.” Sakura waved her suit and shorts at me. “But I forget card key and money.” She shrugged. “Hotel people know Mother, but if I tell I forgot, she will say I am careless.”

I couldn’t help grinning. She was going to hide her mistake from her mother. I did stuff like that all the time when I was her age. “When is she coming back?” I asked, making the question sound as casual as I could.

“Not soon.” She thought a bit. “Three of the clock. Maybe a little after.”

Oh my God, it was only noon! Could this possibly be happening? Was I dreaming?

“Why don’t you take a shower in my room.” I found myself asking. “You can stay with me until your mother returns.”

Sakura shook her head. “I could not do that. I would not want to bother you.”

“Oh, honey, it wouldn’t be a bother at all.” If I could just get her to stay, maybe, maybe… “I’ll order us up lunch. I don’t like eating alone. You’d be doing me a great favor just by joining me, I promise.”

She looked up at me, and I was almost lost in those soulful brown eyes. “I would like to have lunch with you, Sheryl.” Then she giggled. “I would also like to wash off smelly pool water.”

“Then it’s all settled.” My heart raced, but I kept my voice level and calm. The elevator doors opened, and we stepped out into the hall of the thirty-ninth floor. “Down this way, honey.” I fumbled in my robe pocket, and pulled out my card key. “For a second there, I thought I forgot mine too!” I ran the card through the slot in the door, and we stepped inside. “Now go get cleaned up, sweetheart, then I’ll look at your knee.”

“I can wait for you to go bathing first, Sheryl.”

Something in my mind clicked. Bathing? Sakura was Japanese! They had public baths there. Would she be accustomed to bathing with someone? I decided to take a risk.

“How about this? I’ve got one of the hotel’s best suites, and the tub is huge. Why don’t we bathe together? That way nobody has to wait!” I held my breath, waiting for her answer.

She gave a quick little nod. “Hai!” Then she winced. “I am sorry. Yes. Thank you, Sheryl.”

“Let me go get the water started, then.” I forced myself to walk slowly. My first impulse was to run for the tub! Even if nothing else happened, this day would forever be one of the best in my life if I could share a bath with this beautiful nymph.

Sakura joined me as the tub filled with warm water. “Sheryl, I, um,” she blushed prettily. “I must make water.”

“Go ahead, sweetheart. I’ll wait outside.”

I left the bathroom, then placed my ear against the closed door, listening to the sweet sound of Sakura using the toilet. I would have given anything to be able to watch! I hastily moved when I heard the sound of the flush, then tapped the door. “I’m coming in now, Sakura.”

I stepped inside, and nearly whimpered in delight. My lovely little mermaid was completely naked! Her skin looked so smooth and supple that my fingers trembled with the need to touch.

“Why don’t you get in the tub, honey?” I managed to say. “I’ll join you in a moment.” I pulled myself together best as I could, then gave Sakura a warm smile. My eyes were locked on my young guest as I slowly untied the top of my bikini.

She was so graceful as she crossed the floor to the tub, a fairy princess. My mind spun. I had visions of her dancing ballet for me. She would be nude, under the light of a full moon.

Sakura eased herself into the warm water, studying my naked body. I felt a flutter deep inside as I realized that she was staring at my breasts.

“Sheryl is big and beautiful,” she said rather wistfully. “I will never be beautiful like American girls.”

“Oh honey, that’s a silly thing to say.” I slipped off my bottoms, and hurried to the side of the tub. “You’re still growing. Even if your breasts aren’t going to be big, you’re still a very beautiful girl!” I stepped into the tub, and settled down with her. “You have a swimmer’s body. You like swimming, don’t you?”

“Oh yes!” Her face lit up joyfully. “I love to be swimming! I want to be Olympic swimmer some day.”

I grinned back at her. “Tell me though… do you think you’d swim as fast if you had these?” I put my hands under my breasts, and gave them a little shake.

She looked startled, then erupted into a fit of giggles. “No, no, no! I would slow down!”

“See then?” I dared to reach out and tap my finger against the tip of her nose. “Isn’t it better to just be you? Especially if the you that I see is a very beautiful charming girl?”

“Wakari-masita. Domo arigatou gozai-masu.” She positively beamed at me! I didn’t understand the words, but they sounded so lovely, so sincere and heartfelt. “Thank you. Sheryl. I will remember that! You are very nice.”

“So is Sakura.” I pick up the hand-held shower head. “Let me help wash that gorgeous hair of yours.”

“I like your short hair,” she said happily, as I started rinsing her tresses of dark silk. “Red is a nice color. You look like you are in anime.”

“Red hair, big boobies. Yup, that sounds like anime all right!”

“Boobies?” She was puzzled, then light dawned in her eyes and she exploded in a fit of giggles. I thought she’d slip down and drown, she was laughing so hard. “Boobies mean breasts! English is funny!”

“English can be funny, sometimes. I teach it, so I should know.” I poured a nice dollop of shampoo into my palm, and started carefully working it into her hair.

“I wish you were my sensei.” It broke my heart that I couldn’t be. “Mother and Patricia started teaching me last year,” she said with a fond smile. “I still need more words to make English better.”

“Honey, you’re doing great now!” I started to massage her scalp. Her eyes slowly closed, my little angel clearly enjoying the sensual feel of my fingers in her hair. If I only dared to do more! “Your pronunciation is wonderful, and you have the voice of an angel!”

My words brought a flush to her lovely face. She was embarrassed, but quite pleased too. “Sheryl is kind!”

I picked up the shower head again. Working carefully, I rinsed the thick suds from her hair. “There! All clean. Now let’s finish washing, okay?”

“Yes, Sheryl. That is okay.” We washed. It was innocent and fun, but I desperately longed for more. Every time I touched her warm wet skin, I had to force myself to hold back. This girl was far too precious. I didn’t want to do anything to frighten or upset her.

Brushing Sakura’s hair was a pure delight. I seated her at the vanity, and watched her every movement in the mirror. We were both still gloriously nude. I don’t think the image of her beautiful body will ever leave me. She looked concerned though. Something was bothering her.

“What are you thinking about, honey?” I hoped I hadn’t slipped up. God knows I was being careful not to.

“Sheryl… in the bath, I, I had feelings.” She spoke quietly, a look of worry on her face.

“What feelings, Sakura?’

“When, Sheryl, when you wash my hair, I had the feelings.” She took a deep breath. “Sometimes at night, I, I touch.”

The brush slipped from my fingers and landed silently on the thick carpeting. My heart was throbbing like a mad thing. I couldn’t stop myself from asking. “Touch what, sweetheart?”

“Touch between legs.” She grew quite flustered. “Washing hair made feelings, like I wanted to touch there.”

Oh my God! My hands were shaking, and my legs felt weak. “Sweetheart, w-what do you think about, when you touch yourself?”

“Meiboukoushi,” she whispered. “Pretty, smiling ladies.”

I knelt before her. “Sakura, do… do you think I’m pretty?”

“Yes!” she mumbled. “Sheryl is very pretty.” Suddenly she stood up, visibly upset. “I go now, okay? I bother you. I will go back to wait for Mother!”

‘Sweetheart, don’t!” I gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “I think about pretty ladies too. But I think about pretty girls like Sakura most of all.”

Her eyes opened wide. “You do?” she breathed.

My heart was racing. “Sakura, would you like me to kiss you?”

She looked at me for a long moment. Her beautiful brown eyes drawing me in. “Hai.” she whispered. “Yes. I would like Sheryl to kiss.” She closed her eyes, waiting for me to act.

I leaned into Sakura, moving slowly, giving her every chance to change her mind. She didn’t! Then our lips lightly touched, and I found heaven. She was so soft and delicate.

Oh, but she was a bit of a little devil, too! Sakura was first to deepen our kiss, the tip of her tongue slipping gently between my lips! I responded, and then we were kissing like lovers.

“Oh honey, that was very nice.” I sighed when we finally parted.

Her hands brushed lightly over my breasts. “Kiss too?” She blinked her eyes, then started over. “May I kiss you here, too?” My angel wanted to make sure I understood her.

“That would be lovely, Sakura.”

The warmth of her mouth against my skin was a delight. Sakura rained tiny kisses all over my breasts. I couldn’t help but moan when her soft lips closed over an engorged nipple.

She glanced up at me, with a look of joy on her face. “Sakura likes kissing Sheryl!”

I took her hand. “Please, Sakura, come with me to the bed. I want to love you, if you’ll let me.”

“I let!” she said breathlessly. “I want to know! I want Sheryl to show me how to love!”

“Oh, angel!” I gasped, “there is nothing in this whole wide world I want more!”

Hand in hand, we made our way to the bed. I helped her on, and then spent a moment just gazing at her. My angel’s beauty made me ache with desire. Her skin was the color of caramel. You could plainly see the outline of her swimsuit, where it protected her from the sun. Her shimmering black hair spilled out over the pillow. Her eyes sparkled. I could see her soul in those gorgeous brown eyes!

I reached out, daring to touch this lovely vision. She shivered as I ran my fingers slowly up her arm. Her skin was so smooth and soft, the muscles beneath toned and firm from hours of work in the pool.

“Beautiful.” I whispered, as if speaking aloud might make this wonderful vision fade from my view. “Oh, how beautiful you are!”

“Thank you, Sheryl.” She said softly. You should have seen the look of delight in her eyes. It wasn’t vanity. My lovely angel was honestly pleased that I took such pleasure in the sight of her nude body.

My hands moved again. The gentle swell of her budding breasts warmed my trembling fingertips. My darling Sakura moaned. Her nipples were firm and erect. I touched one, and she shuddered, a tiny cry escaping her throat.

“Now I will kiss you here, my love,” I breathed as I leaned over her. I took a flawless nipple between my lips, and Sakura whimpered. Her hands cradled my head as I gently suckled the brown bud.

“Good! Sheryl kisses good!”

I looked up just as her breathing began to grow ragged. “Sakura love, would you like me to teach you a very special kiss?”

Her eyes widened. “What kind of kiss, Sheryl?”

“The most beautiful and loving kiss that one woman can give to another.” I smiled, trying to encourage her. “Would you like me to show that kiss to you?”

“Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

“Okay sweetheart. Spread your legs.” I ran my fingers along her thighs as she hastened to do as I said. “Just relax, honey. I’m going to make you feel wonderful!”

I couldn’t help pausing to gaze between those lovely legs. Sakura’s pretty little pussy looked so inviting! I could detect moisture, glistening in the baby smooth slit.

“Are you ready for the special kiss?” I asked breathlessly. I sure as hell was ready to give it to her…

Sakura’s eyes were enormous, her mouth slack as she gaped at me. She knew now what was coming — knew, and welcomed it!

“Hai! I am ready, Sheryl! Please, give the special kiss!”

I bent and kissed her tummy. Sakura’s surprised giggle was like tiny silver bells to my ears. Then I flicked my tongue into her belly button. Her giggles turned into happy little gasps. The taste of her skin excited my soul. I kissed and licked my way downward. The scent of her sex enraptured me! I wanted to plunge my tongue into her juicy center, but managed to hold off a little longer. This was her time, and I wanted it to be perfect for her!

I pursed my lips, and gently blew against her. She squirmed. My lips drew close to her warmth, then I pulled back. Sakura moaned in dismay, whimpering when I began to lick the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

“Sheryl! Please? Kiss now!” Her voice was so low, I could hardly hear as she begged me for release. “I want kiss! Please? Sheryl, please kiss Sakura there?”

My heart wouldn’t let me tease her anymore. I placed both hands on her thighs and pushed her back to the bed. We both moaned when my lips touched hers. The warm, silky taste of little-girl heaven forever etched itself upon my soul. I ran my tongue over those beautiful pouting lips. She really liked that!

When my questing tongue caressed the treasure of her clitoris, my darling girl started to tremble.

“Sheryl, Sheryl! That is good! That feels so good!” Sakura cried out. I felt such impossible joy, just knowing I was pleasing this beautiful girl. Her voice rose in pitch. “Yes! Oh Sheryl! I do soon! I, I finish soon!”

I felt myself smiling into Sakura’s lovely sex as my tongue worked hard at bringing her body to the very peak of pleasure. It was getting harder to hold her still. Sakura was bucking wildly against me. When she started to make little mewling noises, I knew her time was at hand. I lashed the tip of my tongue against the jewel of her clit, and a hoarse cry exploded from her lips as she came.

I kept right on licking as her body was overcome by ecstasy. She clutched wildly at my head, pressing my face firmly against her cunt. I can honestly say I took as much pleasure from that climax as my little angel did. It filled my heart with happiness, just knowing what she felt in that infinite instant.

Finally, she lay limply, and I reluctantly moved my head from between her beautiful swimmer’s legs. The afterglow of her climax made her even lovelier, if that was possible.

I licked my lips. “Did you like that, sweetheart? I loved doing it to you!”

“Sheryl, I like so much!” she sighed, then giggled. “It was better than dreams!” She made an unmistakable wiggling motion with her index finger. “So much better then when I touch!” She paused for a moment, then frowned. “But… Sheryl didn’t finish.”

“That’s okay, honey. It was my pleasure to help you. I don’t mind.”

“Sakura minds!” she insisted, shaking her head. “I mind. You are so nice. I want to help now. I want to make good feelings for Sheryl!”

Well, who was I to go against my new lover’s wishes? “Okay, sweetheart. You can use your fingers if you like. I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t ready for.”

“No!” Goodness, my angel had a stubborn streak! “I will taste. I will give Sheryl special kiss!”

My heart thumped. “If you really want to, honey. I don’t want to force you.”

She pushed me back onto the bed, flopped down between my legs and took a good long look. This beautiful little angel glanced up at me, then smiled shyly. “Pretty!” she cooed, “pretty vagina!” She seemed proud to known the proper word for it. “I will kiss Sheryl on the pretty vagina now…”

I longed for this. I ached for this! Her long hair swept softly over my thighs and belly, as she bent closer. I wanted to see! My hand shook as I lifted the soft silk out of the way.

Sakura hesitated a moment, her lips so close that I could feel her every breath against my wetness. Then the heavenly child put her lips to my labia, and kissed me!

She didn’t stop there. Oh, she was a bit unsure of herself, and more than a little timid, but Sakura began to gently lap at me. She had no experience giving oral, but her determination to please me more than made up for that. She grew bolder. Her tongue darted into me, and I gasped at how lovely it felt.

“You’re d-doing so good, baby. Please keep going, just like that!” My body trembled and shook, my hands moving through Sakura’s silken hair, as my angel continued to use her wonderful tongue on my pussy. It was all I could do to keep from wrapping my legs around her, and grinding her face between them!

Then, oh Jesus, then… Sakura’s loving tongue trailed its way upward, seeking and finding my throbbing clit.

I went crazy. “Oh God, baby! Just exactly like that! Just like that! Oh G-god! Don’t, don’t, do not stop!” I was right at the abyss, then with one exquisite flick, the darling wonderful child pushed me over.

I was dimly aware of screaming and panting. For a moment I didn’t even know I was the one making all the noise! The power of my release was frightening, but magnificent. This barely pubescent child was giving me the biggest climax of my life!

But it didn’t end there. She kept going, and so did I! My body was wracked by wave after wave of pleasure, until I lay dazed, winded, happier than I’d ever been.

Sakura gazed up at me, eyes sparkling. She licked at her wet lips, then began to giggle. “Did Sheryl think that was good?”

I took a deep breath. “Sheryl thought that was the best!” I gasped, trying to calm my racing heart. My angel seemed quite pleased as I praised her.

“Thank you, Sheryl!” Her eyes looked sad for a moment. “I will not see you again,” she stated simply. “My mother and I fly home tomorrow.”

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry. Much as I want to, the distance will be too great.” I sighed. “I wish I could see you every day. Vacations always come to an end, though.”

She had tears in her eyes, and my heart ached for us both. “I will miss Sheryl.”

I climbed out of bed, and grabbed a sheet of hotel stationery. “Do you have a computer? Here is my email address.”

She took the paper, and looked a little happier. “I will write Sheryl every day.” She sat up proudly. “I know how to write with some English. I will get better, so I can write more emails to you!”

I started helping her to dress. “I know you will, honey. I look forward to reading them.” My stomach growled, and Sakura squealed in amusement. “Oh, goodness! I bet you’re hungry too, sweetheart. Would you like to have lunch now? We could go down to one of the restaurants while we wait for your mother.”

“That is good.” She fidgeted and looked a little unsure. “Sheryl, is no panties, right?”

“You look fine, sweetheart.” Nobody would notice my angel’s lack of undergarments, but the knowledge gave me a very special little thrill!

I packed her still damp swimsuit into a plastic bag. “Where should we go? I’ll take you to any restaurant you’d like.”

*****

“Sheryl, thank you for lunch.” Sakura smiled at me, and ate another French fry. I would have taken her anywhere, but my adorable little angel wanted McDonald’s. “This has been a good happy day for me.”

“Sakura, this has been a very good, very happy day for me!” I wanted to kiss her, but we were in public. I settled for patting her hand. “I’m so glad I met you.”

As we walked back to the hotel, she slipped her hand into mine. It felt so right! “I want to say something.” She pulled my arm, so I leaned closer to her. “I love Sheryl!”

My angel kissed my cheek, and we walked together into the hotel’s busy lobby.

The End

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: I opened my files tonight, and this story jumped out and demanded to be shared with you good people. I was almost certain that I’d first seen it at the Nifty Archive, but it’s not to be found there. It reads like I did a substantial amount of tweaking to the original — in fact, I took the liberty of polishing it up throughout just before posting it here. Hope you derive a measure of pleasure from its contents.

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My name is Kate. I am divorced and have one daughter named Cassy, who is 16. Our life together has been a happy one; though the relationship we share is very unusual. We were just like any other mother and daughter, until things changed between us.

It all began with Cassy’s disastrous ski trip. She and her friends took four cars. While en route to the resort, the first car hit a patch of black ice and lost control, then the others smashed into it. Thankfully, no one was killed, but many of the kids were rather badly battered. Cassy had a broken left arm, a strained back, ligament damage in her right arm and bruises everywhere. One arm was in a cast, the other in a sling and she was pretty much bedridden, because of her back.

I took a leave of absence from work just to care for her. She wouldn’t be going back to school for a month or two, so she also needed tutoring.

The first week was a real strain. Cassy constantly needed help and I didn’t know what I was doing. I had to learn how to assist her with everything from feeding to taking a shower. It was difficult and embarrassing and exhausting. It also saddened me to see my little girl that helpless and depressed. Still, we both coped, and ended up growing even closer as a result. We shared some of the most amazing conversations about life, religion, boys, family, and more. Well into the second week, as her pain subsided and we cut back on the drugs, I could see more and more of Cassy’s spunky character returning.

One afternoon, though, she gave me a scare. I had left her snoozing while I went outside to putter around in the garden. Half an hour later, I heard a sharp cry and I dashed inside to her. I found Cassy still in bed. Her arm had somehow managed to come out of the sling and was bent up against her chest.

She did have tears on her cheeks, but she was much more upset than I would have expected. When I asked what was wrong, she cried and avoided looking at me. When I went to get her arm back in place, I finally realized what had happened. The sheets had been kicked away, uncovering Cassy from the waist down. She was naked, and I could make out every detail of her exposed sex. The signs of sexual excitement were obvious. Her vulva was swollen and flushed, and she was clearly wet as well. She must have become aroused and tried to play with herself. But her arm couldn’t reach her pussy… not yet, anyhow.

I sat down beside Cassy and wondered what I was supposed to do.

I knew she had been masturbating since she was twelve. At least, that’s when I had first heard some telltale sounds coming from her room. Not long after that, I’m sure she explored the drawer where I keep my sex toys and videos. At the time, I had decided there wasn’t anything to do about it. I had started masturbating at the same age and, though I didn’t like her snooping through my stuff, I decided to let it slide. I didn’t think it would do her any harm — an interest in sex is certainly normal for a girl her age, and the more information she had, the better. When she decided to start having sex, I made sure she was well prepared.

That had been a year ago. She’d broken up with her boyfriend at Christmas, so I was sure that masturbation was a big part of her routine. And now here she was, having to go without for weeks. I felt terrible for her. I know it would have driven me nuts.

I reached for her hand, saying, “Honey, maybe if I help a little we can loosen up your arm.” Cassy didn’t say anything, just nodded into the pillow and let me slowly move her arm down.

Her hand made it to just above her navel when I felt her tighten up, inhaling sharply with the pain. I didn’t push it and let her arm slide back up again.

“It’s no use, Mom — I can’t,” Cassy said, still not looking at me, her voice thick with unhappiness. As she started crying again I could see the frustration she felt. Even if she had passed the worst of her recovery, she still couldn’t do a thing for herself, not even steal a little private pleasure. Once again, I felt my heart breaking for my little girl.

I’m not sure exactly how I decided to do what I did. Of course, I would have gone to any length right then to comfort her, to soothe away the pain. And I must have understood that words and hugs and optimism and pampering weren’t what she needed. Not that afternoon.

There was an intuitive connection between us. Perhaps it was all the intimate contact we’d shared over the past week or two — all the baths, the massages and conversations. Maybe some loving bond had been established between us, a new intimacy that went beyond the usual between mother and daughter. Whatever my feeling was, it drew my hand away from her suffering arm and down to her waist, her hips, the tops of her thighs.

I could sense Cassy growing quiet, waiting, her whole body eager to understand what my hand was doing. Her left leg shifted a bit, lifting slightly, increasing the pressure of my palm. I gave her thigh a reassuring squeeze and she settled back down — waiting again, anxious perhaps, but knowing I was just there to help and comfort.

There wasn’t a word exchanged between us. There was just a peaceful, loving certainty when my hand moved again and my fingers found her soft curls. I toyed with them a bit, marveling how similar they felt to my own pubes. I had cleaned her down there with a washcloth so many times by then there should have been no novelty… but the directness, the richness of this was so completely different. It was a sensual experience for me, as well as for her.

Slowly, my fingers moved down, finding her lips, pouting and moist. I traced one side and the then the other. From the tuft of her pubes to the crease of her ass I reminded my girl of the shape and swell of her pussy. I could feel the silky smoothness of her skin, its growing heat and pulse. I caressed her like that for long, indulgent minutes until Cassy shifted a bit and looked at me, whispering “Please…”

A long, exhausted sigh drifted from Cassy when I finally spread her open. Her pussy was pink and fresh and gorgeous… and glistening with weeks of unspent need. I sent two fingers sliding along her slick channel, quickly finding a rhythm that brought quick, happy breaths from her. A few minutes later I could feel her pussy clutching my fingers. I slid up to find the pearl of her clit, my light touch speeding back and forth. She came with a soft whimpering cry that sounded like music to my ears.

I got a damp washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned her up, then covered her again with the sheets. When I got her arm back into her sling, Cassy finally looked me in the eye and said, “Thanks, Mom,” her cheeks still flushed, eyes sparkling. I smiled back as if all she were thanking me for was adjusting the splint, gave her a kiss on her forehead and told her to nap for a while.

The next day passed without any more excitement. Even Cassy’s shower that morning was uneventful, despite our intimacy of the day before. It was business as usual. Or so it seemed. I was having a rather awkward time of it, actually.

I didn’t regret helping out Cassy the way I had, you understand. The improvement in her disposition was dramatic, and just about any price was worth paying for that. She was happy and joking and fun to be around once more. On the other hand, I was having trouble dealing with some unexpected feelings of my own. After masturbating Cassy, my own cunt had been surprisingly hot and moist. As I tried to go about my gardening, my mind kept going back to Cassy’s youthful body and how nice it had felt to touch her.

Finally I had to admit it to myself: our little episode had turned me on. I went into my bathroom and fingered myself to a shuddering climax. Only afterwards did it hit me that I’d been thinking about my naked daughter as my fingers drove in and out of my pussy.

Oh, I had been sexually involved with another girl before, back when I was a freshman in college. I’d met Suzy through a science class. As we studied together through the weeks, we became good friends. During one late night study break we were getting tipsy on wine and talking sex. We got pretty hot and somehow, I don’t know who said it first, we both confessed to some bisexual curiosity. Moments later we were kissing and making love. We were both very confused the next morning, but it had been too good to forget. For the next two years we remained occasional lovers, despite the boyfriends we both went through.

I hadn’t thought of that relationship in years, and suddenly it was all I could think of. Sex with Suzy had been very beautiful and fun and I was realizing that… I missed it. I felt like a small part of me had been without something special for far too long.

Touching Cassy had triggered all of this. And, inevitably, images of Cassy and Suzy were mixing and blurring in my mind. That is what was unsettling me so very much: my own daughter was turning me on. That night, I dreamed of beautiful naked girls and woke up feeling damp and horny.

Cassy’s shower went fine that next morning, though it was a struggle for me not to linger on her breasts. She was a small B compared to my full C, but hers were very high and firm and capped by dainty rose-hued nipples. If I paid too much attention to Cassy’s naked body, she didn’t let on. It wasn’t till she was totally tucked in and comfy that a little blush spread across her face.

“Uh, Mom…” she murmured, smiling shyly, “I was wondering — I mean…” She didn’t get the words out, but did manage to gently kick the sheets down a bit. I glanced down and saw her bare pussy.

A small shock ran through my body. Oh, my God. I put on a brave smile and looked at her. She knew I understood, and relaxed as I slipped my hand between her thighs. I felt like it was happening without my even directing it. She felt so hot and juicy as I slid a finger deep inside her.

This time, fondling Cassy was sweet and loving and seemed inevitable, somehow. After a few minutes of touching, my baby was coming again. Clearly, I was doing something that meant a lot to her.

The smile she gave me afterwards was priceless, and I knew at that moment that we had added a new element to our morning routine. I tried not to think very much about about how the prospect of pleasuring my daughter this way made my own pussy throb with excitement.

The week passed quickly. We continued our special sessions which, I think, contributed greatly to Cassy’s sunny disposition. Her body continued to heal. The bruises were mostly gone, her back felt better and I knew she had regained much of the use of her arm — though we didn’t check to see if this meant she could take care of herself sexually again.

This both worried and excited me. I knew that I was getting to enjoy touching my daughter too much — and something told me that Cassy might not want me to stop pleasuring her, either. More than that, I was afraid, yet hoping against hope that something else might develop between us… and I didn’t know how to deal with those feelings. I didn’t want anything, anything at all, to spoil the wonderful mother/daughter relationship we had.

Then after her shower one morning, I said as I dried her glorious nude body, “Let’s both just stay undressed, honey, until after I take care of you. It’ll be more comfortable that way.”

Her eyes shone as she softly said, “Good idea, Mom.”

We padded naked into Cassy’s room and she lay down, parting her thighs, gazing at me excitedly. Neither of us said it, but we both knew that my nudity made what I was about to do to her different, somehow.

I sat on the bed next to Cassy and began caressing her beautiful pussy, just as I had done for the last several days. God, she felt so hot and inviting. My own cunt was, if anything, even wetter than it had been the last few times I had pleasured Cassy. Being there naked with my lovely daughter, fingers busy between her legs, had me in a state of arousal that was almost unbearable.

Still, my fingers never faltered as they slid back and forth, caressing her wet, slippery labia. The compulsion to taste her, to lick her the way I had done with Suzy was almost too much to bear. It made me tremble with need. I savored the wonderful, heady scent of pussy that was flooding the room. Soon, I was completely absorbed with making my baby feel good.

That was when I glanced up at her face and felt a sudden rush of excitement to see her gazing at me, lips slightly parted, her eyes glowing with love… and passion! I knew, too, that the desire I saw was mirrored in my own expression, clear as day for my daughter to read and understand.

We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Then Cassy slowly sat up, placing her hand against my cheek.

“Oh, Mom,” she breathed, “you are so good to me… God, I love you.”

I thought my heart would explode as she gently brought my face to hers and kissed me. Her soft, sweet lips brushed against mine… then her tongue slipped into my mouth and we were suddenly kissing like lovers.

I moaned into my baby’s mouth as her hands claimed my breasts. She moved her palms around slightly, teasing my throbbing nipples. Oh, God, my deepest, darkest fantasy was coming true.

I couldn’t wait another minute — I had to taste Cassy.

Breaking our kiss, I spread my daughter’s legs and slipped down her body to nestle between them, taking a moment to lick and suck at her nipples. She gasped, cradling my head to her breasts. “Oh, Mom,” Cassy moaned.

Her skin tasted and smelled heavenly — but I wanted more. Down I went, trailing my tongue over her tummy. Cassy was moaning and whimpering, knowing full well where my mouth was headed.

Lying between Cassy’s thighs, I paused to savor the sight and the intoxicating smell of my daughter’s dripping pussy before drawing in to nuzzle lovingly at her soft, moist pubes. I felt her trembling hands holding my face as my tongue emerged to give Cassy’s cunt a long, slow, luxurious lick. My precious baby sighed, “Oh, yes…”

Unable to restrain myself, I began to feast on her luscious pussy, placing sticky hands on Cassy’s thighs.

My daughter gasped and cried out, “Oh GOD, Mom. Yes. YESSSS!” I know she said more after that but I didn’t hear it. I was completely absorbed by the smell and taste and heat of her, and dazed at the knowledge that I was committing the ultimate taboo — making love to my own child. And I reveled in it.

My mouth somehow knew how to do everything to please her — suck on her cunt, probe her with my tongue, then nibble at her clit until she exploded in a howling climax. She came again and again with these tremendous cries of ecstasy, her body bucking like a wild stallion. Finally, panting for breath, she begged me to stop.

Cassy lay quietly for a long while as I rested, my head on her warm thigh… then she tugged at my shoulder, inviting me into her loving embrace. She could only hug me with one arm, but it was more than enough. My heart soared as she kissed me hungrily, her tongue licking at my lips, tasting herself.

Then my baby girl transfixed me with a wicked smile. “All right, Mom,” she breathed, “it’s your turn now.” I nearly came right then when she said that.

The memory of my daughter making love to me that afternoon will always be my most precious. Her mouth on mine, kissing me hungrily again and again… her good hand caressing every inch of me, discovering the secrets of my body… my nipples growing taut in her mouth as she teased them with her tongue… her face between my thighs as she kissed my dripping pussy for the first time; then pressed her mouth into me and ate my cunt until I screamed in delight… the delicious thrill I felt when she had me roll over onto my tummy, parted my buttocks and licked my asshole, finally sliding two fingers into my vagina and pumping them in and out until I exploded in a raging, convulsive orgasm that seemed to tear my body asunder. The world vanished in a white-hot flash of pure light, surging through every inch of me.

Cassy took me higher than I ever knew I could go, then gently brought me down to earth once more. I finally lay quietly, dizzy from pleasure, flushed from head to toe, my head resting on my baby’s breast.

We kissed sweetly, exchanging words of love. I suppose I should have been concerned about how our relationship as mother and daughter had changed, but somehow I wasn’t really worried. The beauty of the lovemaking we had shared gave me and Cassy both a real sense of confidence and faith that everything would be fine between us.

I told her about Suzy… and she told me of her own girl/girl experiences. It turned out that she and her friend Janis had learned how to kiss by practicing with each other, and their make-out sessions had progressed into full-blown sex. They had been lovers until Janis had left for college six months earlier. She considered herself bisexual, but admitted that she felt a distinct preference for females, and had hungered for another chance to explore her sexuality with an older woman.

If I had had any lingering fears, that put them to rest. Cassy had already indulged in lesbian love, and I hadn’t somehow corrupted her all on my own. She didn’t even seem least bit fazed by the incestuous nature of what we had done together. She said that our mutual pleasures had reassured her that I would always be her best friend, as well as her mother, and that exploring sex together wouldn’t change that. Her words touched me so that I cried tears of pure joy. We both did.

Five years later, Cassy and I are still occasionally intimate. We love each other deeply, and don’t expect that to ever change.

The End

by Stacy Simmons

All I can say is… thank God my mother was there for me.

The time was my wedding day, over a year ago now, although it seems like yesterday. That day went from being the worst of my life to the best in an instant.

My name is Emily. Growing up I was a good looking girl, with D cup breasts, long legs and an hourglass figure. Being a natural redhead with soft skin made me even more popular. I had my share of boyfriends, but when I hit high school I met Glen. We were sweethearts, and in our last year of high school he asked me to marry him.

My mother’s name is Julia, she’s 39. She was a very busty woman with long dark reddish hair and long legs that seemed to end somewhere around her shoulders… even her ass was still shapely and firm. People often thought we were sisters. Anyhow, I asked her to give me away at the wedding because my father had left us many years before.

Mom thought Glen was a little too good to be true, and she told me that. We fought about it more than once, and I ended up feeling ashamed of things I said in anger towards her. One day when she and I were arguing about Glen, I called her an old joyless shrew — and she slapped me, hard. God knows I deserved it, but I still slapped her back in the heat of the moment.

The next thing I knew, we were tussling on the floor, striking out at one another. I felt mom’s large breasts press against mine and her breath on my neck as we fought… and to my complete surprise, I realized I was becoming aroused.

Almost without thinking, I began to rub my mound against her leg as it pressed between my own. She didn’t seem to notice, but I was becoming wetter and wetter by the second. I’d never been with a woman before, and had really wanted to try it. Not with my mom, of course — that idea never crossed my mind for an instant! — but the way our bodies were squirming together reminded me of my secret interest in exploring bisexuality. At the time, I’d fantasized more than once about Glen and I inviting another woman into our bed after we were married. Anyhow, Mom didn’t seem to notice that I was getting all hot and bothered, rolling on the floor with her like that… and we both finally began to laugh about how ridiculously we were behaving.

Later that night, though, I masturbated myself to a raging climax, indulging in steamy lesbian scenarios in my fevered imagination… though this time, Glen wasn’t a participant.

The night of my stag party was a memorable one. Mom arranged the whole thing as my maid of honor and it was pretty raunchy, even by her standards. All of our friends showed up and we opened presents. Mom gave me the wickedest looking lingerie I had ever seen — a blue merry widow outfit that made my tits look absolutely huge, thong panties and garters and topped off with a pair of spiked high heels.

Strangely enough, Mom suggested that I model the outfit for the crowd of women, but I declined. “Well, maybe you’ll give me a private showing later,” she laughed. Most of the girls were laughing so hard they drowned her out, but I heard her loud and clear. It almost felt like she was flirting with me… but I dismissed that impression as ridiculous.

Finally my wedding day had come. My mom was done up in a cream colored dress that showed off her cleavage a little too much, I thought. Everyone was in place and ready to go, except the groom. Glen was nowhere to be found, so we waited.

And waited, and waited, and waited. He never showed up. I was frantic, I thought he might have been in an accident, dead, or even worse. Finally word came. Glen’s best man Brad got a call on his cell phone.

It was Glen. He was in Rio with some woman. He was truly sorry, but he had decided that he was unable to commit to me. I’d suspected that he had been cheating but I always gave that bastard the benefit of the doubt, now it was confirmed in front of all my friends and relatives.

I stormed down off the altar and back into the rectory as the church quickly emptied out with “tsk tsk” sounds and “isn’t that a shame,” or “she’s too nice for her own good,” floating in whispers above the crowd. Soon the church was empty and I was alone in the rectory.

I heard my mother knock on the door and whisper my name. She said she was outside with the priest, if I needed to talk. I told her the only one I could talk to was her and no one else. I heard her speak to the priest for a moment, explaining the situation, and he said he would go next door to the church hall where the reception was supposed to be and let us have some privacy.

When I heard him go, I let my mother in. My face was streaked with tears and eye shadow. Mom gently shut the door and came over to me, taking me in her arms.

“Why, Mom?” I asked, “Why didn’t I listen to you?”

When she answered, her voice was gentle and comforting. “Sometimes age gives one a certain wisdom, precious. The same wisdom tells me that when you come out the other side of this, you’ll find true love.”

I rested my head on my mother’s bosom, taking all the comfort from her I could. I noticed that Mom’s breathing was getting deeper. She ran her hands through my hair and shushed me until I stopped crying, running her hands through my hair. My breath started to get shallow and come in shorter gasps. The feel of a warm body against mine was making me feel strangely excited. I needed love and I needed it now.

I raised my head up to meet hers, and she started to kiss the tears from my cheeks. Oh, my God — the feel of her lips against my face was so… so sweet. I didn’t understand — was I getting turned on by my mother? She was holding me tightly, like a lover, her hands sliding down my back to cup my ass.

I looked at her with questioning eyes and she continued to kiss my face, but more slowly, sensuously. Her hands were now openly fondling my bottom. My head was spinning. I couldn’t believe it — my mother was coming on to me!

“Don’t worry, precious,” she whispered to me, “Mommy’s here.”

She kissed my neck, then ran her tongue up to my ear. I almost melted on the spot, moaning out loud. She drew back and gazed at me for a moment, the naked desire on her face plain to see. Then our mouths met, and we kissed. Not like a mother and daughter, but as lovers, lovers who finally understood the deep need they had for one another.

Mom moaned into my mouth as I kissed her hungrily. Our tongues met and played with each other as if they were swords. I was totally hers now. She could do anything she wanted to me, and I hoped she would. We kissed with no thought of incest or the fact that we were in a church rectory, me still in my wedding dress. We were both becoming violently aroused and nothing could stop what was about to happen… what my mother and I were about to do.

I reached up and touched Mom’s ample breasts. She moaned, and I smiled for the first time since I entered the rectory.

“I’m glad you can still smile,” she said breathlessly as I licked my way down her neck towards her cleavage.

“You make me happy,” I responded. I felt Mom’s hands starting to fumble with my wedding dress, I reached around back to help her. She panted as she fumbled excitedly with my hooks and buttons.

“Get it off me,” I whispered, “I need to be naked for you.”

“Yes, precious Emily, I want you… want to make love to you. I have for a long time. I’ve been with other women since your father left… but you were the one I wanted the most.” She tugged my zipper all the way down. “And now I’m going to have you. Right here in this church.”

“Take me, Mom. Fuck me.” I breathed.

I hiked up my mother’s dress and ran my hands up her well toned legs. She shivered at my touch. My hands slid up the inside of her thighs and I found the dampness that soaked the front of her panties. Mom was indeed dripping wet… and I was excited to know that it was because of me.

Finally she managed to get my wedding dress down to my waist. I drew her into my chest and she buried her face in my breasts, her hot tongue setting me on fire. I stood before her and the wedding dress fell down to my ankles, revealing my thong panties and garters.

Mom knelt before me, tugged my panties down and began to eat my dripping pussy. I almost fainted when her tongue found my clit. Her mouth was soft and wet, and my legs trembled so that I could barely stand.

Mom rose and stood before me, her eyes burning into mine. I kissed her passionately, and she gently laid me down on the floor of the rectory. I gladly spread my legs for her, exposing my freshly shaven pussy. Mom stood before me and reached around to her back. I heard her unzip her dress and she let it fall down around her knees.

My mother was radiant, her breasts heaving with excitement. I wanted her and I wanted her now.

As if she had read my mind, Mom got down on her hands and knees and lowered her face between my quivering thighs. I felt her tongue invade me and I convulsed in pleasure.

“Ohhhhhhh… fuck!” I moaned.

“Emily, we’re in a church,” Mom joked, “cursing is for bad girls.”

“I’m your bad girl, Mom. Just take me — please!” I gasped, grabbing my thighs and spreading them wide for her.

She smiled and buried her face in my dripping pussy… and I just about fainted with the ferocity of Mom’s oral attack. Her silky wet tongue swirled all over my clit and I felt her fingers spread my cunt open to her kisses. I felt the two fingers of her other hand slide into me and I thrust back against them as hard as I possibly could. Mom invaded every inch of my cunt as I squealed in delight on the rectory floor.

“Lick my asshole, mom.” I commanded breathlessly, pulling my knees back to my chest, spreading my cheeks open.

Mom smiled wickedly. The next thing I knew I felt Mom’s tongue invading my anus. I whimpered, biting my lower lip. This was better than any man had ever given me. I was about to just about to come when suddenly… Mom stopped.

I glared at her in exasperation… but she only smiled. “Get on your hands and knees, Emily. Mommy has a treat for you.”

I did as she asked with great urgency — I needed to come or I would explode!

Mom reached into her purse and pulled out a black strap-on dildo. “I was hoping to pick up some woman here today and use this on her,” she murmured, “but I’m gonna fuck you instead.”

She quickly stepped into the harness, tightened it around her waist and was on her knees behind me in less than a minute… and I braced myself. I felt the head of it invade me and begin to slide into my cunt.

I pulled my wedding dress towards me and held it over my mouth, then screamed as Mom thrust the thing all the way into me and started to fuck me hard. I felt her reach over and grab my hair, pulling me back towards her. I immediately started humping against her beautiful body. The only sounds in the entire church were that of our bodies slapping together, my mother’s grunts of exertion and my muffled screaming into my wedding dress.

“Fuck me Emily, my precious. Mommy will make you come as hard as you need to.”

“Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me FUCK ME!” I panted over and over. Mom continued to thrust into me as hard as she possibly could and I was approaching nirvana. I had never been fucked this hard before. She was tearing me apart — and I loved it!

“Unghhhhhhhhhh! Jesus!” I remember yelling. To heighten my pleasure Mom brought her free hand down on my ass cheek, spanking me hard. I came again when she did it.

After a few minutes I stopped humping against Mom and rested a moment on the floor, I could still feel the huge plastic cock in my cunt as I marveled at how things had worked out.

I was now my mother’s love toy. I didn’t want a man, didn’t want to be married, ever… I was hers alone.

“Don’t ever leave me, Mom.” I whispered.

“I’m yours, precious, always have been, always will be.” She whispered in that soothing tone of hers again, and I knew everything was going to be all right. Mom pulled that huge latex dick out of me and I lay down on my back, gazing at her with animal lust in my eyes. It was incest, it was wrong, it was all I wanted. I needed to make love to my own mother, right there on the floor.

I jumped on her like a lioness attacking her prey. Mom could only squeal with delight. I grabbed the dildo from her hands and kissed my way down her body, leaving a trail of wetness down her belly. Mom had a nicely trimmed V-shaped triangle between her thighs. I ran my tongue through her pubes and she moaned. Her cunt was glistening with wetness, peeking out at me, and I began eating her.

“Oh God, Emily, yes! Lick my cunt!” Mom panted, clawing at my hair as I ate pussy for the first time.

Somehow I instinctively knew what to do as I licked and sucked at her. She shuddered as I inserted two fingers in her pussy and started to rapidly pump them in and out. Mom was gasping for air. I inserted a fingertip in her asshole and she immediately came harder than anyone I had ever seen.

After several minutes Mom recovered and looked up at me, smiling. I smiled back, proud to have given her such pleasure. She kissed me deeply and I could taste my cunt on her tongue. It was heavenly.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” I told her.

“We’ll top it, too… every night from now on.” she said, taking my hand as she kissed me.

We dressed quickly and left a note for the priest. Together we drove to the hotel where Mom had reserved the honeymoon suite. We had paid for a whole week for Glen and I to indulge ourselves before flying to Maui. Instead, Mom and I went upstairs and locked the door, putting out the DO NOT DISTURB sign.

For the next two weeks we made love in every way we could think of, all day long. Mom and I even took turns fucking one another in the ass with the strap on, a first for both of us… but definitely not the last!

On the last day in Maui took Mom down to the beach, finding a private spot beneath a palm tree. There I got down on one knee before Mom in the warm sand and offered her the wedding ring I’d had for Glen.

“Julia… Mom — will you marry me?” I asked.

She cried, then said “yes,” of course.

We didn’t really get married… but she bought me a wedding ring of my own, and we made a secret pact that bound us together as lovers for the rest of our lives. Mom and I moved to a town in England, where we told our new friends that we were a lesbian couple, and that’s what everyone believes.

A year later, I think of my mother as my wife, friend, companion and lover. And I’ve never been happier!

The End

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Another story from my collection that I was unable to find online. This reads a lot like a JetBoy story in places, so I suspect that there is a lot of my own work in this version. A vigorous tip of the hat (and perhaps an apology) is extended to the original author, whoever she or he may be.

*****

Gerald Connors was under arrest, and his stepdaughter Kelly was taken to the police station. DNA tests quickly confirmed what the police already knew for fact. Kelly’s mother Samantha arrived a half an hour later, frantic with concern for her daughter and rage for her husband. She hugged her daughter tightly and comforted her as much as she could, while vowing revenge against Gerald with all her heart. In the meantime, the police searched their apartment, and found Kelly’s diary. In it, Kelly had described in minute detail every sexual act her stepfather had forced her to commit.

Of course, Gerald protested that the sex had been consensual. But Kelly’s diary offered a different version, a version in which Kelly had been repeatedly molested by her stepfather, who had taken full advantage of her innocence and had threatened her if she told anyone about it. And in the end, it didn’t matter anyway, consensual or not… the girl was still just sixteen. Finally, Gerald copped a plea and was sentenced to fifteen years in prison.

The night after Gerald began his sentence, Samantha, who had steadfastly supported her daughter through it all and had been careful not to ask her what really happened, lay in her bed, thinking about the events of the past few months. It nagged at her, preventing her from sleeping. Things were not as they seemed, she felt sure.

For one thing, Kelly did not seem at all traumatized by what had happened to her — she was still the same active, vivacious and happy teen she was before, despite having endured repeated molestation by Gerald. And Samantha was finally rid of a husband she had loathed; a man who treated her terribly and refused to grant her the divorce she wanted so badly. Samantha’s lawyer had promised her that she would receive the entirety of her husband’s considerable assets, and would have no more financial worries for the rest of her life. Still, something nagged at her, and she couldn’t get it out of her mind.

She got up, wrapped a silky, transparent nightgown around her lush, curvy body, and crept quietly into Kelly’s room. Kelly was asleep in her bed, the covers thrown off, wearing her short little babydoll and gauzy panties.

“Kelly…” she began quietly, her hand on her shoulder.

Kelly awakened and stretched, her growing breasts plainly visible through the sheer material. “Yes, Mom?”

“We need to talk, sweetie. There’s something I really need to ask you, and I didn’t want to do it during the trial. Will you answer me honestly?”

“Sure, Mom. What do you want to know?” She sat up, her legs folded in front of her, facing her mother.

“Kelly, I’m your mother. I think I know you better than anyone in the world, maybe better than you know yourself. And you know I’ll always support you, always be there for you. Always.” Samantha took a deep breath, fixing her daughter with a steady, penetrating gaze. Kelly waited for her mother to continue.

“So… here’s what I think. I think you planned this whole thing, from day one. I think you did it for me. You got your stepdad to fuck you, for me. You knew that he couldn’t resist the opportunity to have sex with you. You made sure he had that opportunity. You set him up, didn’t you, Kelly. And then you wrote it all down, where you knew the police would find it.”

Kelly gazed steadily into her mother’s eyes, her own becoming moist with her tears. She should have known she could never fool Mom about what she had done. They were too close, and too much alike.

“You got rid of him for me, swept that terrible man from our lives by letting him have his way with you. Is that what happened, baby?”

Kelly sobbed, relieved that her mother knew. She threw her arms around her, hugging her and crying on her shoulder. “Yes, Mom,” she sobbed. “It was all f-for you. I hated him so much! I wanted to hurt him, make him p-pay for how he treated you, Oh, Mom, I love you!”

“I love you too, baby girl,” Samantha sobbed, holding her daughter tight and rocking the girl gently in her arms.

After awhile, they dried their tears, still holding each other. Finally, Samantha pushed her gently back, drying her eyes with her finger. “Kelly, it’s okay what you did. It’ll be our secret, forever. No one will ever know. But there’s… one more thing I’m still curious about. I can’t help it.”

“What’s that, Mom?” Kelly whispered.

“Well…” Samantha hesitated for a long moment, then held her hand to her daughter’s face. “Did you like it?”

Kelly looked into Samantha’s eyes for a long moment, carefully weighing her words. Finally, she spoke.

“No, Mom. I never enjoyed sex with him. I pretended I did, but that was a lie. I hated every minute of it. You see…” she paused, “I’m not… into men, Mom. I lost my virginity to a boy, oh, about a year ago, just to learn what it was like, but…” She shook her head. “What I’m trying to tell you is… I’m gay, Mom.” She hesitated, gazing deep into her mother’s eyes, then whispered, “Just like you.”

Samantha pressed her precocious daughter back and stared at her with a mixture of shock, fear, and awe. “How… h-how did you know…”

“I just knew, Mom. I’d noticed the way you looked at other women and girls, for one thing… and I figured out that it was the same way I checked them out.” She giggled. “I also, um, kinda found your stash of lesbian porn.” Kelly then pulled away. “Now you tell me, Mom… is that why he was so mean to you?”

“Yes,” Samantha sighed, “yes, it was. Your father caught me making love to a woman in our bedroom. He was more beastly that ever to me after that day.”

“You know, Mom,” Kelly murmured, “there’s something else I noticed about you.”

“What, honey?”

Kelly wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck, her face inches from Samantha’s. “The way you look at me when I’m naked… or not wearing much.”

The blood drained from Samantha’s face. “Kelly!” she gasped. “I didn’t… I wouldn’t.”

Kelly smiled sweetly. “It doesn’t bother me, you looking at me like that, Mom,” she cooed. “In fact, if you must know… it gets me hot.” She licked her lips. “Want to kiss me?”

Samantha was thunderstruck. “Ohhh, baby, we’re so much alike. I should have known.” She sighed. “I admit it, it’s been impossible for me to ignore just how utterly lovely you’ve become. And — and how desirable. You’re right, Kelly. I have had… thoughts about you, the kind that mothers shouldn’t have about their daughters.” She shook her head. “B-but I can’t act on those thoughts. Please don’t ask me to.”

“I am asking, Mom,” Kelly replied, a defiant tone in her voice. “We both want this… and there’s no one here to tell us we can’t have what we want. Not any more.” Slipping a hand into her mother’s nightie, she fondled a bare breast.

“Oh… oh my God,” Samantha moaned. “We shouldn’t d-do this, it’s wrong. But…”

“But what, Mom?” Kelly nuzzled the older woman’s neck.

“But I want to, damn it! For years I’ve been dreaming of you, longing for you…”

Drawing back, the teen gazed deep into her mother’s eyes. “I’m here, Mom. If you need me that much, you know what to do.”

Samantha leaned forward to claim Kelly’s lips in a tender kiss. They stayed that way as the seconds ticked past. And then, with a moan of surrender, they melted into each other’s arms and their kiss deepened, lips parting.

Samantha felt Kelly’s tongue slipping into her mouth, and met it with her own, allowing them to twine together. Kelly whimpered as her arousal soared. Releasing her mother’s breast, she slid her hand down to delve beneath the waistband of Samantha’s panties.

Samantha gasped as Kelly’s fingers found her cunt. Both of them were panting, excited, wanting each other.

Kelly parted the flimsy silk further, bent forward and took her mother’s nipple into her mouth.

“Baby girl,” Samantha cooed, cradling her child’s head to her breasts. “Oh, how I adore you. Let me have a look at your beautiful body.”

Kelly sat up and quickly shucked her nightshirt, revealing that she was completely naked underneath. “How’s this, Mom?”

“Absolutely perfect, sweetheart.” Samantha pushed her daughter gently back on the bed, and Kelly parted her legs invitingly. Her mother moved her head between them and began to gently lick Kelly’s glistening cleft, each stroke given with a mother’s tenderness.

Kelly moaned softly, forbidden pleasure surging through her. “Oh, Mom… that feels so wonderful!” she said, breathlessly. “Don’t stop!”

“Your pussy tastes like heaven, sweetie,” murmured Samantha, sliding her tongue up to gently caress her daughter’s clit, so much like her own. She licked it lightly, nibbling at with her lips, as Kelly gasped, digging her fingernails into the sheet.

Patiently, Samantha made love to her daughter, her talented tongue seeming to know just how to touch her, to caress her, to bring her gently, inexorably upward, higher and higher. After awhile, Kelly lifted her hips, allowing her mother to slide her panties down and off. Then Samantha recaptured her daughter’s pussy, reaching up and teasing a fingertip between her labia as her tongue fluttered against her clit with exquisite sureness. Her finger slid deeper inside, curling upward, pressing rhythmically as she lapped at Kelly’s clit until the teenage girl exploded in a shattering climax, trembling with joy as the waves of her orgasm swept over her again and again.

When Kelly finally came back to Earth, she smiled at her mother, pushed her gently back onto her back, and proceeded to return the favor… making love to Samantha’s womanly body, her tongue exploring every square inch, every delicious nook and cranny, as her mom shuddered through orgasm after sweet orgasm. Samantha shivered with joy as Kelly lovingly licked and sucked on her sensitive clit, finally triggering a final orgasm, her body wrenching upward as Kelly licked and sucked on her clit, gasps of ecstasy torn from her throat.

As she slowly descended from the pinnacle of her orgasm her daughter slid into her arms and they held each other tightly, rocking gently, and finally drifting off to sleep entwined.

Samantha dreamed of the things they could now do together, mother and daughter, giving free rein to their insatiable sexual needs, to their unbridled lesbian lust her daughter had inherited from her. She imagined them both with other women, giving her daughter to them to fuck, helping them fuck her. She imagined them traveling, seeking the love of women and girls wherever they went, the two new lovers embarking on a sexual odyssey of lesbian incest in which all was permitted, nothing was forbidden.

Kelly’s dreams were as powerfully erotic as her mother’s. She imagined herself bringing her classmates home — young, innocent girls, just so that her mother could introduce them to the joys of lesbian sex. She would join her mother, too, as a most willing accomplice. She imagined the two of them living a lavish lifestyle as open lovers, somewhere where no one would know that they were parent and child.

In the morning Kelly and Samantha awakened and made slow, soft, exquisite love again, licking each other’s pussies until they reached a shuddering mutual climax. So began the first day of the rest of their lives together.

The End

by Shuraz

It was another hot, sultry night, and by this time Catherine knew the scenario by heart.

She would sit up nervously, waiting in her airless, dimly lit bedroom until close to morning when she would hear the faint noise of a key turning in the front door. Then the soft patter of feet across the living room floor until faint light would appear across the hall.

At first Catherine would resist the urge but finally she would rise and steal silently towards the door of her daughter’s bedroom to watch the spectacle she knew would take place there. Her beautiful, lazy 20-year-old daughter, back from yet another night of carousing, would work off the excesses of alcohol and casual sex by twirling around the centre of her room, giggling diabolically in the lurid, steamy night. Her short skirt would whirl as she spun, exposing the tiny white underpants she wore.

Catherine would once again look on with a combination of anger and unwanted arousal as her daughter would finally stagger to her bed, throw herself down and lift her skirt, running her hands over her velvety white panties.

First slowly and gently, then faster and more urgently as her giggles gave way to the soft moans that signaled her arousal. Catherine would see her daughter’s hand furiously tug down her panties, exposing her moist, downy vagina. She would watch her daughter’s fingers sliding into the narrow, slippery crease, frantically searching for the entrance to her womanhood. She would see the fingers disappear and reappear, faster and faster. She would hear her daughter’s moans become louder and louder until her climax. And as the last moans escaped her daughter’s lips and her lithe young body lay limp across the bed, Catherine would steal back across the hall to her own bedroom. She, too, would throw her body on the bed. And as tears once again welled up in her eyes, she sobbed herself to sleep. But as always, her sleep would be short and fitful.

By eight Catherine would already be down in the living room, cleaning up the mess her daughter had left there the night before. She’d pick up the girl’s shoes and throw away any empty bottles her daughter might have brought with her. And before placing it on the nightstand near the front door, she’d quickly take a peek inside her daughter’s purse: the perfume, the vast array of cosmetics and half-full, unmarked pill vials she refused even to discuss with her mother.

At ten the next morning, with her daughter still firmly under the covers, the doorbell rang. At the door was Marla, Catherine’s buxom next-door neighbour, herself the mother of a daughter a little younger than Catherine’s and a great deal less trouble.

With both women still in their dressing-gowns, they enjoyed coffee and sweet rolls, but after a while, as always, the topic would get around to Catherine’s troublesome daughter.

“Sandra’s still in bed, is it?” Marla commented casually as the two women sipped at their coffee. “You know, if I were you…”

“Marla, we’ve been over this a hundred times,” Catherine interrupted as politely as she could, “You’re not me, and I really don’t see much point in going into it again.”

“All I was going to say is…”

“I know what you’re going to say,” Catherine replied, trying desperately not to lose her cool. “Right now your daughter is out working hard to help feed the family. At 5 o’clock she’ll come home, help make dinner, help clean up and then spend the evening furthering her education so she can get an even better job and help the family even more, right? Well, my daughter is not your daughter, and unless you know some magic formula for changing her I’d rather talk about something else, thank you very much.” At this point Catherine was close to tears.

“All I meant was…” Marla would continue sympathetically, “that if I were you I’d follow her one night when she goes out, find out what she’s up to and try to put an end to it.”

And how on earth am I supposed to do that? Catherine thought to herself, but all she said was, “Well, thanks for your advice, really.”

“Okay. Have it your way,” Marla replied, then suddenly got up and announced that she had a lot to do. She made her way the door, Catherine right behind her, but before leaving she suddenly turned around.

“You know, I only have your best interests at heart,” she said in a low, velvety voice, and with her hand she gently stroked Catherine’s cheek. At this point their faces were almost touching and there was a pause while both women looked at one another.

As Catherine’s nervousness increased, Marla finally placed a warm, wet kiss on her cheek, turned around and made a quiet exit.

Her heart now racing, Catherine closed the door behind her just as she heard the first stirrings from her daughter’s room. Dreading the scene that was sure to follow, Catherine made sure she was good and busy by the time Sandra first poked her nose around the corner of the kitchen.

“Where’s breakfast?” she demanded as she plopped her hungover body onto a chair by the table.

“Coming up,” Catherine said without turning her head from the stove. As she prepared her daughter’s breakfast, she had to listen to the usual barrage of complaints about the food, the house, their lifestyle, in fact just about everything. Catherine counted the minutes until Sandra had finished eating and shambled back to her room for yet another day of indolence.

Towards evening, scantily dressed and heavily made up, Sandra emerged again and announced that she was going out.

“Don’t wait up for me,” she said as she walked out the door, and that was it until later that night, when the whole charade would begin again.

Catherine stared numbly at the closed door. Suddenly she remembered Marla’s words: If I were you I’d follow her one night when she goes out, find out what she’s up to and try to put an end to it.

Racing across the room for her keys, Catherine grabbed a light jacket and made her way to the door, pausing to lock it before hastening down to the sidewalk, just in time to see her daughter turn the corner. Heart racing, Catherine started off after her.

As they entered town, Sandra suddenly quickened her pace and turned another corner. By the time Catherine caught up, she saw in the distance a queue of young women about her daughter’s age at the entrance to a club. Sandra was nowhere in sight.

She must have got in already, Catherine thought to herself as she joined the queue. Once in the crowded, smoky hall she was surprised to discover that so far she could see, there were no boys there at all. Groups of women were standing around chatting and drinking; others were dancing together to the loud music that filled the hall. She stood for a moment at the entrance and strained her eyes in the dim light to see if she could catch a glimpse of her daughter.

Suddenly she heard someone speak to her from behind. “Looking for someone?” she heard a soft, sexy voice say. Catherine turned and saw a girl with long curly black hair, big brown eyes and large deep-red lips, dressed in a short black-leather skirt and a tight button-down top that accentuated a pair of large breasts. Catherine drew in a deep breath at the sight of her.

“Uh, well, no… not really,” Catherine said, preferring to keep her business to herself.

“Good, then how about a dance?” the girl asked unpretentiously.

Despite herself, Catherine found herself staring at the girl’s big eyes and sensuous body as she struggled to decide just how to deal with this new situation. “Well, uh, I don’t think so. I just…”

“Oh, come on, just one dance,” the girl interrupted. “I won’t bite you. Not unless you want me to,” she added half-jokingly.

Catherine didn’t know what to say; the sight of all these girls and the heat inside the hall were having a strange effect on her. Her heartbeat quickened and her body was tense and sweaty. Despite her hesitation, she gave no resistance as the girl wrapped her arms around Catherine’s back, pressing her full body up against her. As the girl’s large breasts touched her own, Catherine immediately felt her nipples tighten and she could feel her heart beating noisily against the girl’s soft chest. As they began to sway to the slow, sultry music, the girl rested her head on Catherine’s shoulder. “I’m Celia,” she whispered softly.

“I… I’m Catherine,” Catherine stammered as she felt the lips brush her ear. Her heart was beating wildly and her clit was throbbing between her legs. She felt the girl’s hands gently massaging her back, then drift slowly down towards her ass, pressing their sexes up against one another. It felt strangely good and Catherine made no effort to pull away.

Suddenly Catherine felt the girl’s moist, hot tongue in her ear and hands pushing up under her skirt. Catherine opened her mouth to protest, but just then she felt the girl’s fingers pull back the elastic of her panties and brush up against the crease of her ass. An electric wave spread throughout Catherine’s body as the fingers made their way between her legs, spreading her now soaked cunt lips and gently massaging her throbbing clitoris. Soon she felt a finger enter her womanhood and begin to slide up and down in her warm, slippery canal.

Catherine’s arousal was about to peak when suddenly she collected the last shreds of her resolve and pulled away. “Look, uh, Celia,” she now pleaded unconvincingly, “you’re a nice girl, really, but you don’t understand why I’m…”

But the girl cut her off and pulled Catherine’s face towards hers, pressing her lips to Catherine’s and pushing her hot, wet tongue between them.

Catherine felt Celia’s tongue winding greedily around her own. The girl’s wet finger now made its way from her pussy up the crack of her ass until it rested on her anus, making small rotations around its perimeter. As the finger shot into her rectum Catherine pressed her lips ever harder on the girl’s mouth, wrapping her arms around her back. She knew it was just a matter of seconds before she would explode. It was just then that she heard someone call her name.

“Ms. Chapman, is that you?” Catherine heard in disbelief.

This time she broke off the kiss and turned her head in the direction of the voice. There she saw Carrie, a good friend of her daughter’s, and immediately broke away from Celia, feeling the girl’s finger slide out of her as she did.

“Ms. Chapman,” Carrie continued in a friendly tone, “what are you doing here?”

Now Catherine’s humiliation was complete. First following her daughter to this place, now being caught making a spectacle of herself with a strange girl her daughter’s age. As she struggled to straighten her blouse and skirt she noticed the barely concealed grins on the faces of Carrie and the girls she was with.

She sought furiously for something appropriate to say, but finally settled for a half-truth. “Oh… uh–hi Carrie,” she stammered, feeling her cheeks growing ever redder and warmer. “I, uh, was looking for Sandra.” Did she see everything? she wondered.

“Well, you won’t find her here,” Carrie responded, repressing a giggle. “She never comes inside, she’s strictly an outsider.”

That’s a relief, Catherine thought to herself, small as it might be.

“You might check the park down the road, though,” Carrie added. “That’s where she usually works out.”

Works out? Catherine wondered to herself, but dared not ask. All she said was thanks as she quickly turned for the exit.

As she headed for the door she passed Celia standing to the side, sucking on her finger lasciviously. “Thanks for the dance, babe,” she said, a smirk on her lips. But Catherine took no notice and headed straight for the exit.

She knew the time had come to go home, to put an end to this frightful adventure, but somehow her curiosity was getting the better of her. She turned left and headed for the park. As she walked down the one lighted path she realised her mission was hopeless. Except for the few trees lining the lane, it was too dark to see anything. She was just about to give up all together when she suddenly heard a low moan coming from her right, just off the path.

She braced herself against a tree nearest the noise and strained her eyes in the pitch darkness. As her eyes adjusted she could just make out the figure of a woman standing with her back up against a tree. Her skirt was jacked up above her waist and her panties hung loosely around her ankles above her high-heeled shoes. Between her legs she held what appeared to be the head of a young girl who was on her knees in front of her. The girl’s head bobbed up and down between the woman’s legs and with each movement the woman let out another moan.

When Catherine finally realized that the girl was eating the woman’s pussy, she couldn’t take her eyes away, and as the woman’s arousal increased, so did Catherine’s. Her hand was now under her skirt and inside her panties and as the woman’s moans grew louder and louder, Catherine’s finger began to stroke her warm, wet cunt. As the girl moved her head faster and faster so did Catherine… and by the time the woman let out the cry that heralded her orgasm Catherine was almost there herself. Just watching the woman gently lifting the girl up from her knees, cupping the girl’s face in her hands and kissing her hungrily was enough to drive Catherine to climax.

As she recovered, she saw the woman raise her panties and pick up a handbag lying next to the tree. She removed a purse, pulled out some cash and handed it to the girl. As the girl was stuffing the cash into her own purse, Catherine strained her eyes now even more to get a glimpse of the girl. As she did she brushed against a small tree, and the rustle it made drew the attention of the two women. They turned in Catherine’s direction and in the dim light she clearly saw the face of her daughter Celia.

The woman was peering in Catherine’s direction. “Do you see anyone?” Catherine heard the woman ask.

“No,” her daughter replied, “but we’d better get out of here anyway.”

Catherine stood motionless, numb with shock at the spectacle she had just witnessed, utterly ashamed of herself for masturbating to it. But as her daughter and the older woman walked further into the park, She suddenly realised that she had to get home before her daughter did. She quickly began to run in the direction of her house.

The house was dark when Catherine entered… and without turning on a light she slipped out of her shoes and walked slowly towards her daughter’s bedroom. Once inside, she felt her way in the dark and saw the bed was empty. Relieved, she sat down for a moment, but just as she got up again, the light suddenly went on and Catherine looked quickly towards the door. There stood Sandra, bare-footed, her clothes still ruffled, makeup smeared from her night’s adventure.

Catherine was so startled she nearly fell over, but Sandra came over, took her hand and helped her regain her balance. “When I got home and you weren’t here, I got so worried,” Sandra said quietly. Catherine felt her daughter’s soft fingers stroking her hand and a tingling sensation began to spread throughout her body. Slowly Sandra moved her hand up along her mother’s arm and shoulder and began to stroke her cheek, and the tingling sensation grew, concentrating in her nipples and between her legs. Sensing her mother’s arousal, Sandra’s tone of voice quickly changed.

“But then Carrie called me,” she said coyly. “She told me you were at the club looking for me. She also told me about the girl you were ‘dancing’ with. So naughty…”

“Well, I–” Catherine began but Sandra interrupted her, placing her hand over her mother’s mouth.

“It’s all right, I understand.” she said, moving her free hand up under her mother’s skirt and resting it on her moist panties. “I understand everything.”

As her daughter gently stroked her cunt through the dampness of her panties, Catherine’s nipples tightened and she felt a fiery warmth between her legs.

Sandra brought a wet finger up to her mother’s mouth and gently pushed it between her lips. Helpless, Catherine began to roll her tongue over her daughter’s finger and suck on it gently.

“That’s a good girl,” her daughter said seductively. “That’s a very good girl.”

Still gazing deep into her mother’s eyes, Sandra now placed her free hand on her mother’s neck and began to open the top buttons of her blouse. Catherine felt the hand slide down under the cups of her bra until her daughter’s fingers had reached her now erect nipples. Catherine’s heart raced and her clit began to throb as her daughter began to fondle her breasts. She gave out a muffled yelp when Sandra pinched a nipple.

“Oh God, Mom,” Sandra purred, “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long… wanting it, wanting you so bad…” With that Sandra gave a fierce tug at her mother’s bra, snapping it open, releasing the two large fleshy orbs into her hand.

“These look good enough to eat,” she sighed as she lowered her head and took one of her mother’s nipples in her warm mouth. In moments Catherine’s breasts were glistening as her daughter’s mouth moved back and forth from one to the other. Catherine was now almost biting on Sandra’s finger, her cunt on fire.

Sandra began to run her tongue up her mother’s chest and neck, licking her chin and removing her finger before kissing her. Catherine felt her daughter’s tongue slide into her mouth and immediately she began to suck on it hungrily.

“Greedy, aren’t we?” Sandra smiled wickedly as she broke their kiss. “Well, we mustn’t keep you waiting, I suppose.”

Without saying another word, Sandra unzipped her mother’s skirt and pushed it to the floor. She then got down on her knees and slowly lowered her mother’s panties until they were down around her ankles. Catherine swooned as she felt the first touch of Sandra’s warm, wet lips on her thigh, licking their way up until they had reached her now dripping pussy. She trembled as her daughter’s tongue entered her moist, hot crease and began to lick at her clitoris.

Now slumped against the wall, she pressed her hot cunt into her daughter’s experienced mouth and felt the pleasure so many women before her must have felt. Her daughter’s tongue was now deep inside her hole, her fingers clutching at her mother’s ass, spreading her cheeks. Suddenly Catherine felt one of her daughter’s wet fingers slither its way up her rectum.

In and out, her tongue in front and her finger from behind, Catherine knew it was just a matter of moments until her daughter’s expert treatment would have its desired effect.

“Oh GOD,” she screamed as her overwhelming orgasm finally crashed down upon her.

Slowly Sandra rose to her feet… and with her fingertips rubbed the juices of Catherine’s most intimate places on her mother’s breasts. She then lifted the breasts up, offering them to her mother… and Catherine extended her tongue to lick her own nipples, tasting herself as she had never done before.

Sandra took her mother’s arm and pulled her over to the bed. She unbuttoned her own skirt, let it fall to the floor and laid herself down on the bed. “Now we’ll see what Mommy can do,” she purred as she pulled her mother down to lie between her legs. She wore no panties, and her auburn cunt shone with wetness.

Finally realising a fantasy she had secretly nurtured for so long, Catherine gently stroked Sandra’s pussy, savoring the rich, musky smell of her, then plunged her head between her daughter’s legs. Firmly grasping Sandra’s naked thighs, she began to lick the sweet tender flesh of her daughter’s cunt, jabbing at her swollen clitoris and sucking it into her mouth.

“That’s it Mummy — OH! Oooohhhh….” she vaguely heard Sandra say. “Oh, God, Mom — I’ve wanted this for so long…”

But as her daughter’s words faded into groans Catherine concentrated on the work at hand and soon her tongue was deep inside her daughter’s vagina and Sandra was rocking up and down, pressing her cunt hard up to her mother’s mouth. Catherine licked and sucked at that beautiful pussy until her daughter’s final scream heralded her orgasm.

When Sandra’s body had finally come to rest, Catherine rose from her daughter’s cunt, savoring the sweet taste that coated her lips, drunk from Sandra’s essence. She began to move up her daughter’s half-naked body, placing wet kisses where the skin was exposed, nuzzling her nose underneath the girl’s open blouse and nibbling at her breasts. Once past her daughter’s chin, she relished the warm, deep embrace Sandra’s arms drew her into as their tongues intertwined in a sex-soaked kiss.

“I love you, Mummy,” sighed Sandra as their lips parted. “I always have…”

They undressed one another, and the kisses and embraces between the two women that followed became long and sensuous, as the soft and now sweaty bodies slid together and the two women continued to explore one another’s most intimate places. They’d just had sex… now, mother and daughter were making love.

They shared kisses and caresses for a long, wonderful while, giggling and cooing, learning what the other liked best. Finally, they came together in a frenzied sixty-nine, feasting from one another’s bodies, sharing the sweet, thick wine that flowed freely from between their thighs. They came simultaneously, bucking and rocking in rhythm, lesbian lovers moaning into each other’s wet cunts.

Afterwards, Catherine felt so exhausted she fell asleep in her daughter’s arms. Now, finally, she was content. Sandra had finally come home… and for Catherine, there would be no more sleepless nights.

The End