Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

As I passed by a neighborhood church today just as the Sunday service had ended, I paused to watch as the congregation made its way through the exit doors — adults exchanging halfhearted greetings with one another and stifling yawns; children spilling out into the sunlight, giddy with freedom.

I thought of where those people had been just moments ago, listening to their minister as he droned on and on about sin and redemption, then found myself wondering how they would respond if they knew the pure, unvarnished truth about me and my daughter.

Imagine the uproar from these good Christian souls if I were to stand before them and publicly confess what goes on between my little girl and me behind the doors of our home. What disdain, what condemnation, what outright hatred would they call down upon me for loving my child as I do?

Then again, perhaps there are a few other mommies here who might feel a twinge of hidden kinship with me, having pleasured and enjoyed their daughters in the same way — or they merely long to, and lack the courage to try.

My name? For our purpose, let’s say it‘s Carrie. In nearly every respect, I’m a typical suburban single mom, divorced and in my late twenties. I have a daughter who I’ll call Lori, ten years old. She is the light of my life, in more ways than one.

Lori is different from the other children in our neighborhood in one crucial way: she is autistic, the fragile shoots of her mind damaged before they had the chance to sprout and thrive.

In some ways, her autism is mild — she doesn’t injure herself or have fits. On the other hand, her language and communication skills are stunted. She seldom speaks, and will probably never be able to read, even on the level of a kindergartner. For the rest of her life, Lori will be a little girl who needs to be cared for.

It’s not easy, at first, to tell that Lori is who she is. Her eyes aren’t dull and lusterless, like those of so many autistic kids. Instead, they are large, bright as winter snow, but lack involvement with the world around her. My daughter has an angelic face, one that enchants strangers until they come to realize her condition. I’ve encountered it dozens and dozens of times, and still I feel impotent rage at the cheap pity I see on people’s faces when they realize. Oh, I see. Retarded. What a shame, what-a-shame.

My husband Mitch was like that — except that most of the pity he felt was for himself, saddled with the misfortune of a defective child. Oh, he went through the motions of being a caring father, but they seldom rang true. He never was truly at ease around Lori, and she sensed it.

What infuriated me was that Mitch couldn’t get far enough past our daughter’s disability to understand what a sweet, beautiful soul she had. Lori was an enchanting little girl in her special way, endlessly lovable — but to him she was damaged goods. He never said as much, but I knew, and it couldn’t help but affect what we had. By the time our marriage fell apart, I was coming to despise him. He’s out of our lives completely now, and good riddance.

As my daughter grew older, there was a change she went through that I hadn’t expected: she became more aware of her body and as a result, grew a bit more shy. Not long after she turned seven, Lori decided that she no longer wanted me to bathe with her. By then, my child was mostly able to wash herself anyhow, so I gave Lori her privacy. I’d often shared the tub with my little girl in a completely innocent way — nothing at all sexual in the experience, or at least not that I understood at the time. Since things changed between Lori and I, we bathe together often and love it.

So what happened to my daughter and I to set us on this path of forbidden pleasure? Simple enough: it started one evening when I began chatting on a lesbian website, a few months after Lori’s ninth birthday.

One day, a few of my co-workers and I were snickering over an article in our local alternative weekly about women who engaged in dirty talk on the computer. We joked about the whole thing, but I found myself intrigued by the idea of sharing sexy thoughts with a complete stranger. Eventually, my curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to seek out one of these chat sites and take it for a test drive.

There was another reason that the idea of anonymous internet sex appealed to me: I’d been having secret fantasies about women for years, and since Mitch had abandoned me and Lori to run off with a receptionist from his accountancy firm, I was fed up to the tits with men — hungering for something, anything different. Seeking out interested women via my computer seemed like a safe, anonymous way for me to dip a toe into the lesbian lifestyle without committing myself.

So one night, I sat down in front of the computer, logged on, took a deep breath and entered the address of the site I wanted. Lori was asleep, and I was feeling lonely.

My first impression was shock when I saw how blatant and forward these women were, right from the outset, without any hesitation or build-up. They wanted to know how old I was, if I shaved my pussy, if I liked large breasts, if I owned a strap-on — and, yes, if I would meet them for sex. There were teenage girls who claimed to be looking for a mommy figure to fuck them, housewives eager to cheat on their husbands with a woman, grown ladies seeking young hotties. It was all pretty overwhelming, truth be told.

I got over my nervousness surprisingly fast, though — and after an hour or so, found that I was totally wet. I’d never done anything remotely like this before, and the rush I got from it was exhilarating! There were gay women who wanted to chat with me about everything imaginable, and I reveled in their attention.

Finally I’d had enough, and went to my bedroom to masturbate. Lying naked on the bed, I fingered myself without mercy as I imagined meeting some of the women I’d chatted with to indulge myself in pleasures of the flesh, allowing my new lovers to do whatever they wanted: eat my pussy, fuck me with a dildo, lick my asshole.

Then I began to imagine myself doing those things, drifting into a new fantasy where I was going down on a woman and eating her juicy cunt — and that only got me hotter.

When I finally came, I practically soaked the bed! It seemed like ages since I’d been so aroused — and so satisfied.

The next day at work I was sipping coffee in the break room when one of my co-workers brought up the subject of sex chat rooms again, a bit embarrassed as she admitted that she’d visited one herself just last night. I couldn’t help but grin, and she instantly knew that I’d done the same. I blushed when she prodded me for details and only shook my head, knowing there was no way I could tell her that my internet sex talk had all been with other women — and how much the experience had turned me on!

That night, I drank a few glasses of wine to make myself warm and tingly, impatient for 9 PM to roll around to I could put Lori to bed.

As soon as I’d tucked her in, I hustled myself into the study, stripped naked, switched on the computer and logged onto the lesbian site. Knowing what to expect this time, I’d put a thick towel down in my desk chair before sitting.

Right away, a dozen women were trying to engage me in a chat. The funny thing was even though my profile was accurate – single mother, age thirty-four, with a daughter of nine — I was just as popular as if I’d claimed to be eighteen and in college. Women don’t seem to be as fixated with having young lovers as men — though as I quickly discovered, some females not only have an obsession with youth, they take it to an extreme.

At first, all the chats were about pretty standard stuff – women fucking women in a variety of role-playing situations. Then, out of the blue, one woman wrote: I’d like for your little girl to join us when we fuck.

Needless to say, I was stunned. What kind of woman would even think about sex with a nine-year-old girl?

It made me feel all weird to even imagine involving my little girl in such a perverted discussion, fantasy or not. My pulse was racing, and my palms suddenly felt damp. This isn’t right, I told myself.

I was just about to kill the site and shut off the computer, then paused; thought about it.

Did I really want to run away from this chance to explore my sexuality, just because the chat had moved past my comfort zone? I couldn’t help but feel like it would be chickening out.

I pondered this mystery woman’s proposal. Since this would be just roleplaying, would it really be all that bad? It certainly wasn’t like I’d actually be doing anything with Lori, after all. Nothing but a fantasy, really. After all, I told myself, you used to masturbate while dreaming of being fucked by the family dog.

Still, it is your own little girl we’re talking about here…

I sat in front of the computer, frozen with uncertainty as my conscience struggled with itself. Despite my apprehension, I found something strangely fascinating about this kinky scenario of Lori, me and a lesbian stranger in bed together.

Could it be some kind of weird joke? I wondered. Maybe she’s just trying to get a rise out of me.

The beep of an incoming message broke me out of my trance, and I saw that the woman I’d been chatting with had posted a new comment: Are you still there?

Taking a deep breath, I typed, What is it exactly that you want to do with my daughter??

She answered simply: I would LOVE to lick her pussy while you watch. Then I want to see you make love to her, kiss her sweet little naked body all over.

I stared blankly at the monitor. The shock I felt at seeing those words somehow knocked me completely off guard, so much so that I didn’t even recognize a wave of sexual heat building up in me until it hit like a loaded truck.

Somehow I managed to shut down the chat window before I fell to the floor, thrusting a hand between my legs to masturbate. I lay there panting furiously, fingering my cunt even harder than I had the night before, lost in a freaky fantasy like nothing I’d ever imagined.

I was thinking of my little girl as a sexual creature, imagining myself cuddling naked with her, teaching her about love. I pictured her bare, virgin slit, and saw myself licking it. I dreamed of the two of us, sharing passionate tongue kisses. I saw my own little nine-year-old daughter, joyfully giving herself to me.

What hidden corner of my mind had this desire emerged from? To this day, I don’t know the answer. True, I’d always enjoyed bathing with Lori, and had felt a keen disappointment when she no longer wanted me to join her in the tub. And I’d always been stirred by how beautiful my child was, the sight of her often making me glow inside. But those feelings had always seemed normal, something any mother might experience.

Had I already wanted my little girl as a lover without knowing it? As I lay there on the carpet, plunging three fingers into my dripping cunt, just about anything seemed possible.

I pounded myself through two frenzied orgasms, one immediately following the first —  immersed all the while in weird sex scenarios involving Lori. Somehow afterwards I made it to my feet and stumbled into the bedroom, where I promptly passed out.

The next morning, I made my way to the kitchen in a daze as if I’d been boozing it up the night before, all the lewd thoughts I’d had forgotten as I started the coffee, steeling myself for another day at the office. But when I saw Lori wander in, sleepy-eyed in her little pink top and white cotton panties, it came back to me in a rush, all the sordid images of incest and pedophilia I’d masturbated to just hours earlier.

I was consumed with remorse. My God, how could I have ever have had such thoughts about my baby? She was so sweet, so innocent, and above all, so trusting — and there I was, getting off to thoughts of taking her into my bed for my own fucked-up, selfish pleasure. For heaven’s sake, I was her mother. How could I fantasize about my little girl that way, even if it was just a masturbation scenario?

After breakfast, I passed by my study and stared grimly at the computer, sitting there silently, betraying not a hint of the perversion it had spurred me into.

Maybe I should have the Internet account closed, I thought.

I toyed with the notion for a few minutes, then decided to sleep on it for a day or two before I did anything drastic.

As the day passed on the job, I began to calm down a bit. Maybe I’d gotten carried away the night before because it had been so damn long since I’d gotten laid. Taking care of Lori filled up so much of my life, after all, and let’s face it, being the single mother of a “special needs” child — God, how I hate that fucking expression! —  made the dating scene a hell of a lot more complicated than it already was. Just finding a competent babysitter could be a major headache.

Still, I told myself, if you’re having perverted sex fantasies about your nine-year-old daughter, it’s a sign that, whatever it takes, you need to get out there and find someone to fuck, if only for one night.

Maybe that was what I needed — a good old-fashioned one-night stand. No relationship, no potential love interest, just someone to make my bed shake for one crazy evening. And since I’d been thinking in terms of a female partner, it was definitely a woman I longed for. Still, I didn’t feel quite ready to hit the lesbian bar scene, not yet.

By the time I picked Lori up from her school, I was feeling somewhat better. True, the memory of my twisted fantasies about her were still fresh, and I could feel stirrings of arousal at the sight of my smiling little girl as she ran to the car, her bare legs flashing in the afternoon sun beneath that pretty blue skirt she wore. But I felt that these longings were temporary, and I was strong-willed enough to purge them from my mind.

All of which, I suppose, goes to show how foolish we can be in the face of sexual desire. Lust is a demon who, once conjured up, won’t be banished with the wave of a magician’s wand. She’ll catch you unawares when you least expect it — and there you’ll be, a bitch in heat with itching fingers and soaked panties.

That night, as I tucked Lori into bed, I bent down to kiss her goodnight, just as I always have. When my lips touched her cheek, I suddenly felt an almost uncontrollable urge to turn her face to mine and kiss her on the mouth. In my mind’s eye, I saw my tongue sliding between Lori’s lips; saw an affectionate peck turn passionate.

I recoiled, frantic with fear at the realization what I’d almost done — what I longed to do. I felt it between my legs, that familiar twinge I get when I’m on fire with sexual want. But it wasn’t thoughts of a grownup lover that filled my mind, male or female — it was my nine-year-old daughter who made me wet!

No, no, no! This isn’t happening…

I hurriedly whispered “Goodnight, baby girl,” rushed into my room and threw myself on the bed, terrified and shivering at this… this insane thing that was snarling and writhing inside me. For God’s sake — did I have no control over myself?

As if to prove that I didn’t, my hand seemed to naturally find its way into the skimpy panties I wore, seeking my shaved pussy. In desperation, I plunged two fingers deep into my vagina, trying to visualize something, anything besides my little girl, stretched out on her bed naked, gazing up at me with those big blue eyes, so warm and loving — no, God damn it, NO!

Desperately flailing about for a distraction from these thoughts of Lori, I summoned up the memory of a lesbian film clip I’d seen once and never forgotten: a thirtyish woman having her pussy eaten by a cute young dyke with a crew cut. In my mind I desperately seized the image, hugged it close, pictured myself spread out on a bed, imagined a hot, eager mouth feasting on my cunt.

Yes, this is what I should be dreaming of, being taken by a real lover… mmmmyeah, a strong, sexy girl.

I made the young lesbian go down on me, visualized my trembling fingers touching her bristling red hair, cropped close on her skull. Something about that spurred my crazy lust even higher.

Suddenly the fantasy shifted; it wasn’t me she was licking, but my nine-year-old daughter. I saw this imaginary lesbian going down on Lori, tasting the bare slit of my child, whose face was aglow with bliss. I stood naked next to the bed, watching this butch teen make love to my little girl.

Lost in this fantasy, I did the most unimaginable thing. Clambering onto the bed, I carefully straddled Lori’s face, lowering my wet sex to her open mouth.

As I masturbated, I imagined the feel of her tongue as it cautiously explored my cunt, then grew bolder, burrowing inside me. I fingered my clit as my little girl ate me sweetly, lovingly; all the while watching her getting licked by that sexy teen with the crew cut.

Then I was coming hard, blows of pleasure crashing into me, battering away what little sense I had left.

After coming at least three times, I laid in bed totally exhausted. My head spun crazily, as if I’d spent the night knocking back tequila shots. The very walls seemed to be wobbling. Finally, I collected myself — and that’s when the guilt set in, just like before.

My God, I’d done it again! My poor little Lori. She was only a child, for Christ’s sake; my daughter, my own flesh and blood! I couldn’t allow myself to feel this way, not ever.

And yet, and yet… the vision of my naked child taunted me, made me crave things I shouldn’t. I pictured her wearing nothing but a sweet smile, wanting Mommy to play with her in this new, exciting way.

I felt torn in two as the motherly, protective side of me did battle with the newly emerging lesbian, the half that ached to teach my little girl everything about love.

Oh, I told myself that this was just a momentary craving — I was sure to get over it once I really explored sex with a woman.

By JetBoy

I can’t exactly remember how I got there, only that I’m somehow seated in a nearby chair, drinking in huge gulps of the cool, clear afternoon air. My eyes slowly flutter open, and there is my Cinnamon, standing before me with both hands clasped shyly before her. Mom’s arms are wrapped around my baby’s thin waist.

“I love you, Mommy!” squeals Cinnamon, the nude little imp climbing into my lap and squirming deliciously against me. “That was even more fun than I had with Susie!” She peers up at me, blushing. “Can we kiss some more? Pretty please?”

Our mouths seem to drift together, and I sigh in happy disbelief as my daughter feeds me her tongue. I respond, kissing the girl with a passion that warms my soul.

And then there is my mother, perched on the arm of the chair, the heat of her mouth brushing my neck. I turn to her, and she crushes her lips to mine, cupping my face between both hands and fucking me with a probing tongue. I lose myself in Mom’s embrace, letting her have me.

Then she breaks away, turning to stare lustfully at Cinnamon, and their mouths slowly come together. I marvel at the sight of my own mother and daughter, French kissing like the most ardent of lovers. I can already feel my desire reawakening, as if the earthshaking orgasm I’d just been nailed by had been scarcely more than a tremor.

Their lips gently part, and Mom glances at each of us in turn. “So,” she murmurs, a curious gleam in her eyes, “who’s Susie?”

My child blushes and giggles, and suddenly seems to be very interested in a patch of grass near her feet. I answer: “She’s Cinnamon’s best friend… though you could say that Susie is, well, her first lover.”

My daughter peers at me as she mulls over this bit of information… then a huge smile appears on her face. “Wow, yeah…” she whispers. “That’s so cool!”

Mom laughs, placing a hand on Cinnamon’s neck, lightly stroking her granddaughter’s soft skin. “Well, that’s very sweet…” Her hand slips down my child’s chest, fingers brushing her tiny nipples. “…and you’re truly a lucky little lady. By my count, you have three lovers now.”

“Ah, yes,” I reply, grinning hugely. “I think you’re right.”

Cinnamon glances from me to Mom and back again, puzzled for a heartbeat or two. Then she squeals in giddy delight, throwing both arms around my neck and hugging me, sobbing, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Before I can draw a breath she’s sliding from my lap and racing to her grandmother to embrace her every bit as tightly, burying her face in Mom’s generous breasts.

My mother nuzzles Cinnamon’s light blond hair, reaching down to squeeze her cute little bottom. Then, with a gentle pat, Mom straightens. “Come, ladies… let’s move this party indoors.”

I stand on somewhat unsteady legs, and we three march naked into my mother’s house, leaving our clothes and swimsuits scattered around the pool.

Mom leads the way, giving Cinnamon and I a good look at her shapely ass. My mother is a still-sexy forty-six, having had me after getting pregnant as a high school sophomore. She’s built like one of those nudes in a Renaissance painting — lively, luscious and full-figured.

Her buttocks are moving enticingly as she mounts the stairs, and my daughter and I exchange a mischievous glance when we catch each other staring. “Look at Grandma’s bottom!” she whispers excitedly.

I can’t help but agree. Few things thrill me more than a woman’s sexy ass, and I was already imagining burying my face between Mom’s cheeks and licking her butt crack. Soon, I promised myself.

I grin at my daughter. “We had a saying, back when I was a teenager,” I tell her, my eyes shifting back to Carol’s jiggling rump. “It went, ‘Do fries go with that shake’?”

Cinnamon grins back. “She’s bootylicious!”

As we reach the top of the staircase, Mom studies us with folded arms, a mock-scowl on her lips and a twinkle in her eyes. “If you youngsters are finished passing racy comments on my ass, we’ve got business to attend to.” She leads us into her bathroom, pointing to the shower. “You’re not getting that oil on my Versace sheets.”

I roll my eyes in amusement as we pile inside, Mom bringing up the rear.

Three people in a shower designed for one is a pretty tight squeeze, but it can be a marvelous experience if you’re into it. And we are definitely into it.

Mom pops open a bottle of orange body wash, and the air quickly fills with the scent of citrus as we slather one another with the stuff. And then the fun really gets started.

How delicious it is, the three of us carrying on like horny school kids in the shower; bodies slipping and sliding together in a tangle of sweet-smelling flesh, hands wandering freely. Cinnamon demands more kisses, so Mom and I take turns reaming her pretty little mouth with our tongues. But everyone gets their share of attention in a steamy lesbian make-out session that quickly sharpens our appetites for a further round of fun and games — to be resumed in Mom’s bed.

We emerge, our bodies glowing pinkly, and take turns toweling one another dry before Cinnamon squeals “Come on!” racing into my mother’s adjoining boudoir. She leaps onto Mom’s unmade bed and jumps up and down impatiently as we grownups follow. “Come on come on come on come on!”

“Little imp,” growls Mom, scooping a giggling Cinnamon into both arms and waltzing her around the room, rocking her to and fro a few times like an infant before throwing her back on the bed. My little girl shrieks with delighted laughter as she bounces, then falls silent, staring eagerly at Mom.

Absently letting her towel drop to the carpet, my mother climbs onto the bed, staring into Cinnamon’s eyes, desire written plainly on her face as she reaches out for my daughter’s hand. She tugs the little girl into her arms, enfolding her in a warm embrace. My child tilts her head back to gaze adoringly at her grandmother, then closes her eyes, waiting to be kissed.

I quietly seat myself at the end of the bed, heart thumping at the enchanting sight of my mother and ten-year-old child coming together as lovers. Mom bends down to claim Cinnamon’s mouth with her own, and they kiss gently, lingeringly. Then my daughter’s tongue emerges to play, and Mom sucks at the fluttering pink tip.

Things heat up rather quickly at that point. Suddenly my mother is groping Cinnamon’s bottom and tongue-fucking her childish mouth, while my little girl’s hands explore Mom’s breasts, plucking at the engorged nipples.

Then my daughter is peering back over her shoulder at me, her eyes positively dancing. “Come play with us, Mommy!”

“In a minute, honey,” I reply. “I want to watch you and your grandmother for a little while.”

“Okay,” Cinnamon coos, turning back to Carol and throwing both arms around her neck. They kiss again, and I thrill to the sight of the lustful heat that flows between woman and child, watching their tongues meet and mingle. Then Mom slowly falls back onto the bed, carrying Cinnamon with her.

I’m gently fingering my cunt while my child and my mother make love, rolling about on the bed; their hands eagerly exploring one another’s nude bodies as they kiss again and again.

Then Mom is on her back, and Cinnamon wriggles on top of her, announcing, “Stay still, Grandma, and don’t move… it’s my turn, I get to do stuff to you now!” Her jaw is firmly set, her voice insistent.

My mother laughs joyously, relaxing back into the sheets. “How can I say no?” she coos, stroking my child’s bare back. “I can’t resist you, my sweet little nymph.”

“You better not even try!” Cinnamon growls. She squirms down Mom’s body like a slippery pink fish, fastening her mouth to a generous breast.

“Jesus,” my mother moans, cradling Cinnamon to her.

My child sucks at the left nipple, then the right; fondling Mom’s breasts with both hands while she nurses. I can feel a deep pulse in my cunt that builds to a roar as I anticipate my darling Cinnamon loving me in the same forbidden way.

Then she is leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her grandmother’s body, pausing to dart her tongue into Carol’s belly button. Mom gasps in surprise, eyes popping open for an instant; then they drift shut as she murmurs, “Silly girl.”

Grinning, my daughter continues downward, nuzzling Mom’s tummy and lower until she is lying between her grandmother’s thighs, staring at her juicy cunt. Cinnamon moistens her lips, then presses her mouth into the generous tuft of Mom’s pubes.

This is no tentative, cautious licking. My little girl is going down on Carol with everything she has, eating pussy and loving it. Her blissful humming and the wet, slurping sounds Cinnamon makes become a lustful music that perfectly accompanies her grandmother’s moans and cries. Mom’s fingers are tangled in Cinnamon’s golden tresses, holding my daughter’s face to her sex as she whispers “Sweet child… oh God — oh God I love you…”

Then my mother’s eyes flutter open, meeting mine. “C-come here, Angela,” she pants, “right now. I want to… to taste your cunt.”

I quickly crawl toward Carol, moving on all fours until I’m kneeling beside her. Without a word I straddle her face, slowly lowering my sex to Mom’s open mouth. I’m dripping wet and ready for her, but still feel a surprising jolt of ecstasy when she hits me with that first kiss, then thrusts her tongue deep into my hole.

“Fuck, Mom!” I exclaim, parting my thighs even wider for this delicious penetration.

I am bowed forward while I ride her mouth, taking in the incredible sight of my ten-year-old Cinnamon performing cunnilingus on her grandmother. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, her nose buried in the dark curls of Carol’s bush. It’s lesbianism, incest and pedophilia tangled up in one glorious knot of taboo sexuality, and I’ve never witnessed anything so beautiful.

Wanting to share in my baby’s happiness, I lie down on top of Mom, pressing my breasts into her belly as I bring my face to within a few inches of my daughter’s. “I love you, Cinnamon,” I breathe, on the verge of joyful tears as I gaze upon my dreamy-eyed child.

Cinnamon lifts her face from my mother’s vulva, her mouth and chin shiny with moisture, and we meet in a heated kiss that has my head reeling. My daughter and I swap tongues, sharing the sharp, sweet tang of Carol’s cunt between us. Breaking away, she gasps “I love you too, Mommy!” then burrows between her grandmother’s legs once more.

Mom’s mouth is doing incredible things to my pussy, her tongue circling the entrance, pausing occasionally to flick at my clitoris. It’s clear that she is well versed in the art of lesbian love, and I wonder how the secret of her passion for women could have eluded my notice for so very long.

Cinnamon’s lips are glued to Mom’s cunt, so I allow my fingers to join in the action, seeking out the fleshy nub of Carol’s clitoris. A shudder races through her body in response. I feel Mom’s finger pressing against my rosebud, seeking entrance. I’m already moist there, so she penetrates my anus easily, with one smooth stroke.

The very breath seems to rush from my lungs as my mother’s finger pushes inside — and it somehow becomes a strangled cry as a convulsive orgasm comes down, smashes into me like a crumbling wall.

I am shaking helplessly when I come, especially my arms and legs — but somehow I manage to keep rubbing Mom’s clit. And then she is climaxing along with me, her body bucking beneath mine as she moans into my vulva. Through blurred eyes I glimpse Cinnamon’s head moving along with my mother’s churning hips; my little girl hanging on tightly, still eating Grandma’s pussy.

I ride the pounding waves of ecstasy as far as they will take me, then drift back to shore dazed and concussed, sprawled atop my mother’s soft, womanly frame. She lies nearly motionless beneath me, her breath warm against my still-tingling sex and the length of her finger still buried in my rectum. Cinnamon is nuzzling my face, whispering fervent declarations of love. Then she crawls to the head of the bed to do the same for her grandmother, idly caressing my ass while she kisses Mom.

It takes my mother and I a moment to collect ourselves after ecstasy of such magnitude, and once we catch our breath, Carol and I turn our attention to my darling daughter. We trap Cinnamon between us, showering her with caresses. Needless to say, my ten-year-old proves to be a most willing prisoner.

Mom has yet to taste Cinnamon’s pussy, and very much wants to, so she lies between my baby’s thighs and begins to lavish affection on her bare slit. As for me, I hold the child in my arms, fondling as much of her as I can reach, kissing her little-girl mouth again and again. My fingers tease her nipples, then lightly pinch them.

Cinnamon is placid at first, purring like a newborn kitten as Mom and I make love to her. Soon, though, she is squirming in my grasp, mewling helplessly in the grip of her mounting pleasure. She moans into our kissing, her tongue tangling sweetly with mine. Then she breaks away, burying her face against my shoulder, panting furiously. Her fingernails bite into my skin where she clutches me.

I glance down the length of Cinnamon’s body for a glimpse of my mother as she licks and kisses her granddaughter’s vagina. I’m struck by how happy she looks, as if there was no place she’d rather be but in bed with me and my child. Suddenly I wonder if this is the first time Carol has made love to a little girl.

My thoughts are interrupted by my daughter’s wild cry, torn from her body as she seizes up in orgasm. She falls away from me, body arching from the bed, little fists snatching at the sheets while Mom suckles her clitoris.

On impulse, I begin to lick at her nipples, bathing the tiny pink buds with my tongue. Cinnamon throws her arms around my neck, clutching me tightly to her flat chest, panting “Oh, Mommy, f-feels so good Mommy oh oh yes OHHHH!” Her voice rises to a sharp squeal, then she goes steel-rigid for a few seconds before collapsing limply into my embrace.

I cradle my naked little girl to me, calming her, brushing the bangs from her damp face. Mom crawls up from the foot of the bed to lie on the other side of Cinnamon, and we hug my precious ten-year-old between us. Carol’s mouth is sticky with my daughter’s essence, and I lean over Cinnamon to lick at my mother’s lips, eager for a taste. Placing a hand upon the back of my head, Mom crushes her mouth to mine in a hot, hungry kiss.

Finally we part, the two of us out of breath and staring into one another’s flushed faces. I see something in Mom’s eyes that tells me that we’ve shared something more than just lesbian sex, and the golden warmth I feel in the pit of my belly seems to be in agreement. Am I falling in love with her? I wonder.

I look down at my daughter, still nestled cozily between Mom and me… only to find her wearing a sulky expression, thrusting out her lower lip. “Don’t I get any kisses?” she pouts.

My mother and I exchange a glance and a quick grin; then we pounce at the same instant on my suddenly giggling little girl, the two of us kissing her face over and over again until Cinnamon howls with laughter, finally begging us to stop.

We three lie snuggled together, blissfully content. The bedroom window is open, and sounds of the dimming afternoon drift through. There are still a few birds chirping, and the faint voices of playing children can be heard down the street. A lawnmower sputters into action, dies with a cough, then starts again.

My hand is resting on Cinnamon’s bottom, and I lazily cup a small, soft cheek. She gently nuzzles my breast, and I feel a surge of adoration for my child that warms me from head to toe. I’m in love with her, too, I tell myself. What a situation.

My reverie is interrupted when my daughter suddenly lifts her head up to announce, “I’m hungry.”

Kids. I roll my eyes in amusement — then pause as I realize how long it’s been since lunch. And we’ve just had quite the workout, after all. Hmmm… yes, it’s definitely time for what Winnie-the-Pooh calls “a little something.”

I raise my head to look questioningly at Mom. She glances from Cinnamon to me, then back again. With an affectionate laugh, she rises to her feet, stretches languidly, then smiles. “Come with me, ladies.”

Still naked, we three troop downstairs to the kitchen where, amidst much jollity, we manage to fill a large serving tray with sliced fruit, cubes of several different cheeses, and rounds of bread cut from a long fluted loaf. Mom selects a good Cabernet, Cinnamon unearths a bottle of grape juice from the cluttered refrigerator, and I grab three glasses before we march back up to the bedroom in the merriest of moods.

Mom takes a quilt from the closet and spreads it over the bed, and we hungrily tuck into our improvised feast. Soon we begin to feed one another with our fingers, which quickly becomes a sensual game as we alternate nibbles of cheese and fruit with kisses. Mom dabs my nipple with a wine-moistened finger, then bends to lick it… and Cinnamon and I pass a chunk of apple back and forth with our tongues.

Finally, our bellies satisfied, we sprawl out on the bed and discuss what we’ve done this afternoon; how it might affect our lives as a family. I admit to feeling a bit apprehensive about entering into a sexual relationship with my mother and child, while Cinnamon wonders if I could really “be my mommy and my girlfriend at the same time.”

None of us are sure what the future will hold, but there is one point upon which all of us agree: come what may, we want to remain lovers. What we’d just shared in the heat of sexual intimacy was much too good, too precious to give up.

That established, we relax and begin to regale one another with tales of our lesbian experiences.

Mom goes first, describing how she had been seduced by one of her best friends at the tender age of sixteen. From then on, she preferred women as her sexual partners, but dabbled with men occasionally. My father, who she’d met in college, had actually known of her bisexuality from the start, and had allowed her to take female lovers, as long as she was discreet about it — which, as it transpired, included keeping her lesbian affairs a secret from me while I was growing up.

Dad had been killed in a ski-lift accident when I was nineteen, and it had been rough on Mom and myself, as we’d both adored him. “He was the only guy I ever loved that way,” she sighs, pausing for a sip of wine. After that all her relationships were with women, and out of respect for Dad’s memory she continued to keep her lesbian life private.

As it turns out, all the women in Mom’s tennis club are either gay or bi, even the married ones. Their little group is just a very clandestine way for my mother and her friends to indulge their sapphic cravings in our conservative community. That, by the way, was how Mom had learned of my own taste for females: a couple of years earlier, I’d had a brief fling with a young temp I met at the office, this fiery little punk girl who rocked my universe for two tempestuous weeks. That girl just happened to be the daughter of one of Mom’s tennis club fuck-buddies. Small world.

Then it’s my turn to speak. I tell Mom and Cinnamon of how I’d explored lesbian sex with more than a few girls during my years as a business major; even revealing a few of the kinkier things I’d done, like the day I went without panties and flashed my Women’s Studies professor during class. She got so flustered that she dropped a stack of graded essays that she was handing back to the other girls. But she paid me back with interest for my impertinence later, handcuffing me to the radiator in her office and giving me the fucking of my life with an eight-inch vibrator.

Finally, Mom and I listen raptly while my little girl describes what it was like to learn kissing with her friend Susie; how they had undressed, then bashfully touched one another’s nude bodies. Now her mind is buzzing with ideas about what she can teach her friend the next time they get together.

All this talk of matters sexual has revived our slumbering desires, and so we three come together once more to make love. This time we take things slowly, the reckless excitement of our first encounter replaced by a languid warmth that moves me to the verge of joyful tears. I can tell that my mother and daughter are just as overwhelmed as I from this big, beautiful thing we have found. We all somehow climax together, sharing a mutual orgasm that felt like a benediction from on high.

Mom insists that Cinnamon and I stay the night — as if we’d had any intention of leaving! — so, happy but weary, we slip beneath the love-warmed sheets, exchanging hugs and some extremely passionate kisses before turning out the lights.

I fall asleep quickly, snuggled closely to my new lovers.

*****

Five years have passed since that amazing afternoon… and incredibly enough, the three of us are still sexually intimate. We are free to make love with whoever we please, of course; but my mother, my daughter and I always seem to gravitate back to one another.

Mom has introduced me to the ladies of her tennis club, and I’ve become an enthusiastic participant in their fun and games. In fact, my mother has shared me with her friends more than a few times. Just last month, we had a little party where I served the club members while dressed in nothing but a bow tie and a thong, and Mom offered me up to the ladies as their submissive sex toy for the entire evening. All five women, my mother included, had their wicked way with me; and I came more times than I could count.

Yes, Mom has unearthed and nurtured that side of me that loves to be dominated. Now she is my mistress just as much as a parent. Several months after our first time together, Cinnamon and I moved out of the poky apartment where we lived and into Mom’s house, where I can truly belong to the strong, beautiful woman who gave birth to me.

Actually, I have another mistress as well: my daughter Cinnamon, who is now an exquisite teenager of fifteen. She has developed a serious taste for dominant sex herself — I guess the gene skipped a generation — and she and I often get up to some very twisted antics together.

Last night, after she finished her homework, Cinnamon called me up to her room and ordered me to strip, then climb onto her bed and lie face down. She tied my wrists and ankles to the oaken bedposts, then teased me with her fingers, lips and tongue until I wanted to scream. I couldn’t, though — my daughter had not given permission to talk. Finally, Cinnamon took pity on me and put on this lovely strap-on cock I’d purchased for her at our town’s only adult sex store, paused to dab a bit of Vaseline on my anus and fucked my ass until I fainted from sheer, unbridled ecstasy.

When I came to, she unfastened my bonds and held me tenderly in her arms, where we whispered vows of devotion and shared the sweetest of kisses. You see, although I’m often used as a personal plaything by Cinnamon, she truly adores me… and the rough, demanding pleasure she gives her mommy is the most wonderful way I know of for my child to show her love.

Most people would be horrified by the secret life I lead with my mother and daughter. They hear the word incest and refuse to let themselves see the wondrous possibilities of a life like mine. The loss is theirs. Honestly, I consider myself blessed.

*****

This story was adapted and vastly expanded from a very short but extremely hot vignette by one-time Leslita author Luvcameltoes, entitled Intergenerational Story. My fervent thanks to that writer for the inspiration.

By JetBoy

It’s a hot August day, and I’m sitting on the patio outside my mother Carol’s house, whiling away the afternoon while Mom is off playing tennis with her friends. My ten-year-old daughter Cinnamon is nearby, splashing playfully in the swimming pool as I lounge in a striped deckchair, sunbathing in a skimpy bikini.

The summer sun warms my oiled body, giving me a sweet tingling between the legs. Almost without thinking, I press my thumb against the thin material covering my pussy. A prickle of pleasure wafts through me, and I begin to fondle myself more intently, fingers snaking between my thighs to brush a now throbbing clitoris.

Suddenly I realize that my little girl is standing right next to me, clearly curious as to what I’m up to. I glance down to see the crotch of my bikini bottoms pushed to one side, revealing my shaved slit.

“What’re you doing, Mommy?” Cinnamon asks, her head tilted to one side.

I pause to study my daughter. She is an adorable, gazelle- like creature, still wet from the pool in her two-piece bathing outfit. Her sapphire-blue eyes are wide as she watches me, and I quickly adjust my suit. For a fleeting instant, I catch a glimpse of what looks like… disappointment on Cinnamon’s face. Is she really that interested in seeing my pussy?

Despite my display of modesty, the arousal I’m feeling is growing even stronger. I don’t know why, but I’m kind of turned on at the thought of my little girl watching me pleasure myself. I’m bisexual, with a strong preference for women and a secret craving for young girls, but I’ve never been sexually aroused by Cinnamon before. Well, almost never.

I gently tell her, “Mommy is just making herself feel good, baby.”

She ponders this for a moment, nibbling at her lower lip, then says, “I do that, too. Susie showed me how.”

Susie? Stunned, I slowly sit up in the chair, mind racing. Susie was Cinnamon’s best friend, and they were incredibly close, but I had no idea that she and my daughtet had been exploring their bodies together.

“What… what kinds of things did she show you?” I keep my voice casual, not wanting to startle Cinnamon with my eagerness to know more.

An apprehensive look flutters across her face, as if she suddenly realizes that she’s said too much. “Um, well…”

Placing a hand on her arm, I give it a comforting squeeze. “It’s all right, honeybunch… there’s nothing wrong with you and Susie playing that way. In fact, that’s one of the nicest things that girls can do together.” I smile warmly. “So… what else happened?”

Shy but willing, my daughter continues. “Well… she, um, taught me how to kiss… for when we get boyfriends, you know? With tongues and everything.” She grins, her cheeks turning a lovely pink. “It felt weird at first… but I liked it!”

My heart is pounding, though I manage to keep my cool. “That sounds really nice, honey. My best friend was the one who showed me how to kiss, too.” Actually, we went much further than kissing, but Cinnamon didn’t need to know that just yet.

“Really? Did she… touch you, too?” coos Cinnamon. “Me and Susie did that.”

Oh, my God, this is incredible. I’m dying to hear everything, but don’t want to seem too excited. “Did you undress first?” I ask.

Cinnamon nods, her eyes wide. “How’d you know that, Mommy?”

I grin. “Oh, that’s what girls do, when they get together to play… private games.” I touch Cinnamon’s bare shoulder. “Go on, tell me more about what you little imps got up to!”

She sways to and fro, her hands clasped before her, now happy to share her secret. “We just snuggled with our clothes off, and we kissed a lot. Then we took turns” — her voice dropped to a whisper — “touching each other’s kitty!” She giggles, pleased with her boldness. “I… I really liked doing that, Mommy.”

By now, I’m so fucking hot from picturing my little girl playing lesbian games with her cute little friend that I have to get myself off — I have to! And since Cinnamon is no stranger to this kind of activity, I see no reason why she can’t see Mommy make herself feel good.

“Honey,” I begin, “I’m feeling all warm down in my own kitty, just from hearing about you and Susie… and, um, I sort of need to touch myself some more.” I swallow, then add, “You can watch, if you’d like.”

Cinnamon’s eyes are absolutely huge. She slowly nods. “Okay…”

She perches at the bottom of my deck recliner, utterly fascinated as she watches me slip a hand inside my bikini bottoms and begin to masturbate. Her eyes are riveted to my fingers as they move beneath the thin material.

God, I don’t know why, but this is getting me hotter by the minute. I am so wet and turned on with my little girl observing me that I stop to tug my bikini bottoms off, then drop them to one side. Then I figure why not, and take my top off too. Now naked, I part my thighs and slide a finger deep into my honeypot.

I’m a little worried about the possibility of freaking Cinnamon out, but a glance confirms that my daughter is totally into this, watching eagerly as I pleasure myself. In fact, her hand steals up to her chest, absently touching her budding breasts through the bikini top she wears. I nearly moan out loud when Cinnamon brushes her nipples with the tips of her fingers, and I could swear that I see them stiffen before my eyes. I suddenly imagine myself sucking them, feeling my baby’s nipples swell in my mouth.

God in heaven, I’m seeing my own child as a sexual creature — and, for the first time, as an object of forbidden desire.

I can’t believe what I’m thinking, even as the idea is flitting about in my head like a trapped bird, but there it is, waiting for me to make it real. I know how utterly wrong this craving is, honestly I do. But I also find myself imagining how wonderful it would be for my little girl to discover love with her mother. We adore each other already… why couldn’t she and I take our relationship one step further? Somehow, at this instant, it all makes perfect sense.

Heart pounding, knowing that I’m crossing a dangerous line, I whisper, “Honey… do you want to help Mommy feel good?”

Her face lights up, and she excitedly says “Sure!”

I motion her closer, taking her hand, then bring it to my lips to kiss her palm, whispering, “I love you, baby.” My gaze never leaving hers, I draw that hand between my thighs, placing it on my mons. “See, now… this is where you came from, just ten years ago.”

My daughter’s lips are parted, a look of wonder on her face. “You feel warm, Mommy!” Her fingers are tentatively exploring my sex, and it feels so good that I’m seeing stars.

Biting my lip, I manage to say, “That’s because I’m all excited, sweetheart… and when you touch me this way you excite me, you know — very much.”

“Wow,” she breathes, her hand still lightly fondling my vulva.

“Here, honey,” I murmur, “let me show you something else you can do.” I carefully position two of Cinnamon’s fingers at the entrance to my vagina, then slowly ease them inside.

“Mommy,” my child breathes, practically shivering with excitement.

Cinnamon’s fingers are buried in me, deep as they can go… and I grip her hand tightly for a moment, marveling at how lovely they feel. Then I release her, settling back into the deck chair. “Good… very good. N-now move your fingers in and out, baby.”

Cinnamon begins slowly at first, but soon her wrist is moving steadily, fingers pumping in and out of my cunt. It feels so fucking good — but I can take more.

I place a shaking hand on my daughter’s arm to stop her, taking a deep breath to steady myself before I speak. “Cinnamon, honey… you know, your whole hand c-can fit into Mommy’s pussy, if you push it inside slowly.” Cupping her face, I whisper, “Will you do that for me? ”

She nods eagerly, her eyes alight with excitement.

I lie back and spread myself open for her. Cinnamon presses into me, her brow furrowed as she concentrates. A moan escapes me as her knuckles slide past the vaginal ring, and then, suddenly, she is inside. Oh, my goodness.

I close my eyes and push back against her hand, gradually taking her up to the wrist. My body is vibrating with tiny tremors, as if an earthquake was massing in my center. She is bent over me, absorbed in her work; and I can feel her breath caress my clit.

In a shaky voice I tell her to make a fist, gasping in disbelief as she does. Then I breathe, “Okay, honey… now, move your hand forward and back, just like you were doing with your fingers. Start slowly, though.”

She begins, and I moan ecstatically at the unimaginable fullness I feel, a deep-banked mixture of pain and pleasure that is too intense for words. My baby’s hands are dainty and very elegant, but all I know at that moment is that her little fist is bigger than any cock I’ve ever had inside me.

With trembling lips I stammer, “Okay, Cinnamon… you can g-go faster now.”

Her pace gradually accelerates, and I want to scream at how utterly divine it is. My body is alive like never before as I buck against my little girl’s probing hand. No lover has ever fisted me before, and it feels incredible.

“That’s it, b-baby, twist your hand… and… and… oh yes! YES! Oh Cinnamon that’s so good!” I gasp.

“I love how you smell, Mommy!” my little girl pants, her face inches from my cunt as she works her hand around inside.

Then the craziest impulse hits me, and I find myself wondering just how far I can get my daughter to go.

“Cinnamon, h-honey,” I stammer, unable to believe what I’m on the verge of asking, “Would you like to — ooh, that’s so nice — do you want to make Mommy feel even b-better than this?”

Her eyes are sparkling with excitement. “Yes, Mommy,” she coos, her hand still buried deep inside me. “What do I do?”

I place a finger against my clitoris. “Lick me, honey, right here. If you like the way it smells, you’ll love how I taste.” I bring a wet finger to my lips and suck at it. “Mmmm… it’s yummy.”

My daughter, wide-eyed with curiosity, moves closer to my sex. She gives my clit a timid swipe with her tongue, and I moan out loud. “Oh, yes, baby… oh, yes.”

Clearly liking the taste, Cinnamon begins to lick me with growing enthusiasm. She’s so focused on this new task that her thrusts have ceased, but that hardly matters — every tiny movement of my baby’s hand has my head reeling, and the sensation of her warm tongue teasing my clitoris is positively electric. I’m shivering from head to toe, breathing in frantic gasps.

I place a shaking hand on my daughter’s head. “That’s it, honey! Now… nibble at it a little bit! Oh yes, honey! You’re Mommy’s sweet little girl…” I lean back in my chair, head spinning, edging toward an unimaginable orgasm. Cinnamon has progressed from licking my clit to sucking at the inflamed tip, and her hand is beginning to churn about inside me again.

“Oh, my God,” I suddenly hear from a few feet away.

I sit upright, my daughter’s hand still stuffed deep in my vagina — and go rigid with horror.

My mother Carol towers above us in a white tennis outfit, an indecipherable look on her face. Jesus… she wasn’t supposed to be home for two more hours!

Mom has caught me having sex with my little girl. My life is over.

I quickly look away, my pulse galloping as Cinnamon removes her hand from me with a slurping sound. There’s a roaring in my ears, a cold slab of ice in my belly.

I wait for my mother to explode in rage, but the storm fails to materialize. Somehow I force my gaze up to meet hers, and get another shock when I see… she’s smiling!?

Mom turns to my daughter, who’s sitting frozen, hands clutched in her lap, on the verge of frightened tears.

“Cinnamon,” Carol gently asks, “are you and your mommy having fun?”

“Uh-huh,” comes Cinnamon’s timid reply, my child barely able to meet her grandmother’s gaze.

Mom squats down next to my daughter, placing a hand on her arm. “May I have some fun with you and Mommy, too?”

“Um… sure!” Cinnamon responds, tilting her face up in surprise.

My jaw drops as Mom turns to me, eyes aglow. Reaching out, she draws me to her with a tug, claiming my lips with hers. She kisses me passionately, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Stunned as I am, I can’t help but respond… and so I return Mom’s kiss without hesitation, my tongue flashing to life to join hers.

Mom pulls back slightly, her nose barely touching mine. “I’m into women too, baby,” she murmurs, “and I’ve wanted you ever since I found out you were bi.”

Our mouths meet again, and I melt into the kiss… letting my mother know without a word that I am hers.

Then Mom turns to Cinnamon, who is staring at us with enormous eyes as me and my mother make out like lovers.

“Would you like to kiss me too, honey…?” Mom coos.

Bashfully, biting her lower lip, my baby nods.

Mom draws my little girl into her arms. I open my mouth to protest, then stop. How can I refuse my mother the right to kiss her granddaughter, when the child was licking my clitoris not two minutes ago?

Carol tilts her head slightly to kiss Cinnamon, her lips brushing my daughter’s mouth. Where Mom was rough with me, the kisses she gives my little girl are warm and sensuous.

Needless to say, Cinnamon quickly gets over any shyness she might be feeling. I shiver at the sight of my mother and daughter locked in a passionate embrace, their mouths sliding together, tongues dueling. I see Mom’s hand gliding down my child’s back to cup her pert little bottom.

Finally my mother plants one last kiss on her granddaughter’s mouth, then rises to her feet. Smiling down at Cinnamon, she softly says, “We’ll play some more in a minute, honey, but your grandmother needs some attention now.”

She turns to me. With a single violent motion, Mom rips the tennis skirt from her hips and tosses it to one side, leaving her in a white top and skimpy black panties.

I look up into her hungry eyes as my 45-year-old mother says “Make love to me, Angela.”

The firmness in her voice makes it clear that Mom will brook no disobedience. I haven’t heard that tone from her since I was in high school, running wild with the stoner kids and slackers.

My mother stands before me — strong, beautiful, magnificent. How can I possibly refuse her?

Instinctively, I reach around Carol to fondle her shapely ass with both hands, pressing my face into the rise of her mound. I slowly tug her panties down to her ankles, exposing a generous thatch of pubic hair and a thick scent of wet pussy that makes my mouth water.

I lean in close, knowing that this is where I came from — my mother’s vagina. And now I will thank her for the gift of life, by going down on this juicy cunt and eating Mom until she comes in my face.

Gently at first, I kiss and lick her slit. Then I’m parting her labia with trembling fingers, moaning into that luscious pubic forest as I eat my mother’s pussy in an unrestrained frenzy of lesbian lust.

Mom is riding my face fiercely, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Oh, God yes, lick me,” she moans, in front of my own baby girl — which only turns me on all the more.

I allow my hand to glide over her bare ass, fingers gently probing between her cheeks to stroke the anal pucker. Then I press the tip into Mom’s rectum, slipping my finger inside her right up to the third knuckle.

Mom reaches down to clumsily paw my breast, her fingers seeking and finding my nipple; giving it a pinch. Seeing stars, I moan into her cunt, then trail my tongue up through the dripping slice until I reach her clit. I flick playfully at the crimson nubbin once or twice before sucking it between my lips.

My mother cries out loud, her climax kicking in hard and fierce. I can feel her fingers tangling in my hair, the shuddering of her womanly frame when I suck the tip of her clitoris. Finally, she pushes my face away, then slowly sinks into a patio chair.

As soon as she catches her breath, Mom gazes at my daughter, a wicked smile crossing her face as she purrs, “Come here, Cinnamon,” accompanied by a crook of her finger.

My daughter dutifully pads over to stand expectantly beside my half-naked mother. Sitting up in her seat, Mom reaches around Cinnamon’s back to unfasten her top, letting it drop into the grass.

As I watch, every atom of me aching with lust, Mom tugs my baby’s bikini bottoms down to her feet, and Cinnamon daintily steps from them. My mother rises to help her granddaughter onto the nearby table, placing her on the edge to face me.

A tiny moan of stunned excitement escapes my lips. I’m seeing my little girl completely naked for the first time in years, and she is so lovely that I want to gobble her up.

As if reading my mind, Cinnamon grins excitedly as she spreads her legs, exposing her smooth sex. All I can think about is how much I want to kiss that juicy pink slit.

Mom moves over to me, unbuttoning and removing the tennis top she wears, then unfastening the bra to reveal her generous breasts. She bends to me and whispers, her warm breath caressing my ear, “Go on, Angela… taste her.”

I rise to my feet and move to where my Cinnamon lies, propped on both elbows and watching me with expectant eyes. Does she fully understand what is happening here? I’m not sure, but this much I do know: my daughter will now know the delights of lesbian love. I will deny her nothing.

Standing above my awed little girl, I bend to kiss her left knee, then the other. She watches, a dreamy smile on her lips. I begin to nuzzle her thighs, slowly working my way between them. Her smile only widens. Encouraged, I trail kisses over the smooth flesh until my mouth is centimeters away from my daughter’s pussy. I stare, enthralled by the soft pink cleft, moist with the dew of a young girl’s arousal. So perfect, so innocent and untouched…

Closing my eyes, I move in to take that first lick, the tip of my tongue grazing Cinnamon’s slit. She whimpers, a delicious shiver coursing through her babyish body, and I lick her again.

She is delicious. Thirsting for more, I press my tongue into the moist flesh, reveling in the scent and taste of my daughter. Slipping my hands beneath her, I cup her soft little bottom, my lips parting to cover her sex with my mouth in the most intimate of kisses. My lovely child is quivering beneath me, mewling with pleasure.

Intoxicated by the newfound delights of lovemaking with Cinnamon, I’ve all but forgotten my mother. So I’m surprised for an instant when I feel her naked body against mine, her pelvis grinding into my ass as if she were fucking me from behind. I think longingly of the strap-on cock I keep under the bed back at home, wishing I had it now so that Mom could possess me completely. Next time, I promise myself.

Instead, I feel my mother’s hand slide around my body to roughly grope at my breasts, pausing to roll each nipple between the fingers, then she shoves her hand down to delve between my thighs. I part them, giving her full access, moaning long and low into my baby’s bare vulva when Mom plunges three fingers into me.

Raising my head from Cinnamon’s mound for an instant, I look back to see my mother’s face, now transformed by lust. She’s a dominating she-beast, taking me, making me her slut. I stiffen with excitement at the thought, and am met with harder, deeper thrusts as her fingers curve into my vagina.

It seems so perfect, so obvious. I’ve always had submissive tendencies, and the idea of being sexually controlled by my beautiful mother makes my head reel. Mom is such a strong, confident woman, and I’d always relied on her advice, her guidance — why had I never thought of giving myself over to her this way?

And then there was my precious Cinnamon, now spread out before me, squirming on the table as I went down on her. How could I have fantasized about young girls for so long while overlooking the flawless gem of my own daughter? I might have raised her to be my lover from the beginning, I think, the tip of my tongue tracing her vulva like a paintbrush.

An image suddenly enters my mind of bringing a five-year-old Cinnamon into my bed, teaching my tousle-headed moppet the wonders of lesbian love. Or of pleasuring her as an infant; licking the delicate crease of her slit as she gurgles happily, little fists waving as Mommy’s fingers brush her tiny nipples.

Jesus, what a perverted bitch I am, I think. Back in the here and now, I slip my tongue into my preteen daughter’s virgin cunt; thrilled at the realization that, whatever her age, I was going to be my baby girl’s very first fuck.

The idea of performing oral sex on a ten-year-old girl is freaky enough, but when it’s the child’s adoring mother doing the licking… well, let’s say that it’s wilder and more twisted than I ever imagined I could be.

As if she can read my mind, Mom is hissing into my ear, “You’re a dirty, dirty slut, eating your daughter’s pussy like this,” as she continues to drive her fingers deep into me, rubbing her breasts against my back. “Now do her ass.”

My baby girl is wiggling and whimpering in ecstasy as I lick her juicy slit. Then when I lift her hips, then trail my tongue down to probe between her pert buttocks, she squeals in a mixture of surprise and delight, parting her legs even further to offer me full access to her rosebud.

Words can’t capture the adoration I feel for my precious child as she gives herself to me so sweetly, sighing “Oh, Mommy… oh, Mommy,” over and over as she experiences oral sex for the first time. But not the last, I tell myself. I’ll definitely be doing this again.

Wondering if I can make Cinnamon come, I draw back, using my fingers to expose her tiny clitoris… and take it between my lips to suckle, sending a ripple of pleasure coursing through her thin frame. Then I place my index finger against her opening and slowly, gently push the tip inside her. My child’s body stiffens for an instant… and then, wonder of wonders, she begins to push back against my loving intrusion, encouraging me to go deeper. I gasp in awe as my exploring digit slips into her body, entering her right up to the third knuckle.

Cinnamon has done gymnastics for years, so her hymen is long gone. As long as it doesn’t cause my baby any pain, there’s no reason why I can’t fuck her, is there? Emboldened, I carefully roll my finger about inside her vagina, the tip making tiny circles. I begin, very slowly at first, to work it in and out.

“Ooooooh, Mommy… f-feels so good!” Cinnamon stammers as she grinds lewdly against my finger, churning her hips in time to my steady strokes. Eager to give my daughter her first orgasm, I bend down to continue licking at her clitoris.

As for Mom, she continues to probe my cunt, her generous pubic tuft rubbing against my ass. She’s nuzzling my back and shoulders, then suddenly gives me a sharp bite on the neck that I’m sure is going to leave a visible mark. How am I going to explain that at the office? I think.

I imagine myself at the water cooler, running into that obnoxious dork Bob from Accounts Receivable, who smirks as he points at my neck, sniggering, Where’d you get THAT beauty? — then, the stunned look on his face as I casually reply, Oh, my mother gave me that when we fucked last night… she’s one insatiable lover.

My baby girl’s moans are steadily rising as I pleasure her with fingers and mouth. Suddenly, with an incredulous cry of “Oh yes, Mommy! OH!” she is coming, in quick shocks that jolt her thin body. I continue to lick and suck at Cinnamon’s vagina, guiding her through what I imagine must be her first ever climax, which rises to a quick peak. She goes limp, her head hitting the table with a barely audible thud.

I lift my face from between my daughter’s legs — and, clutching my shoulder, Mom roughly pulls me back into her until I’m standing upright. Our sweaty bodies are pressed together, and three of her fingers are buried up to the hilt in my throbbing cunt. She allows her hand to slide down my neck and around me to grope my tits. She nibbles my ear, then whispers, “I love you, Angela.”

“I love you too, Mom!” I gasp, clutching her hand to my breasts. Twisting my head around, I seek out her mouth and kiss her as passionately as I’m able to at this awkward angle, wanting to love my mother face to face, but needing her fingers to stay inside me. Our tongues flicker together like twinned flames as we share the taste of my daughter, then I break away, turning back to face Cinnamon, getting a firm grip on the table.

“Take me, Mom,” I plead, my head bowed. “Fuck me, hard as you can. Please… make me come!”

And she begins to work my cunt with an renewed aggression that has me panting, her fingers pumping in and out of my creamy hole like a slippery, relentless piston.

Still seated on the poolside table, Cinnamon watches avidly as my mother fucks me — hard, deep and rough, the way I like it best. Then I see Mom’s free hand beckoning her closer. My naked daughter clambers onto her knees and moves nearer to our hot incest action. It’s plain to see that she is eager to participate.

“Kiss your mommy, Cinnamon,” my mother pants.

My daughter’s gaze flickers to meet mine, a question in her eyes — and my answer is yes.

Cinnamon smiles happily as she leans into me and we kiss, her mouth angel-soft against mine. Surprising me, my child brings her tongue into play first, delicately licking at my lips. A delicious shudder runs through my body as I realize that my daughter is tasting her own juices on my mouth and chin. I curl an arm around Cinnamon’s waist as my lips part for her, returning her kiss. My heart throbs with love for this flawless creature, born from my body.

Mom continues to fuck me, though more slowly now while I kiss my sweet baby girl. Each thrust of her fingers is a small explosion of pleasure, and I sense my climax approaching through the thick haze that seems to envelop me. It begins in my belly, a smoldering heat that quickly fans into flame, then mounts into a roaring holocaust.

Then my mother leans forward to whisper something in Cinnamon’s ear that I can’t make out. Suddenly my daughter breaks our kiss, bending down to take my right nipple into her warm mouth. Mom’s other arm has slipped around my waist, without me really noticing, but it certainly registers when her fingers seek out and find my inflamed clitoris.

My knees nearly buckle as I burst into a convulsive orgasm. Mindless of who might hear me, I cry out, “Oh, yes, Mom, yes! Fuck me! Cinnamon, baby, ooooh God I love you! I love you b-both! Ohhhhhh!”

Mom’s hands wriggle and work between my quivering legs, Cinnamon is rubbing her face against my breasts, kissing wildly at the soft flesh… and ecstasy soars as my incestuous lovers take me higher and higher. A strangled scream is ripped from my throat when the sensations reach an unimaginable peak that seems to occupy a small universe. Then everything breaks into tiny pieces, myself included.

Continue on to Part Two

By JetBoy

I bent to whisper in Beth’s ear. “Shall we go play with your sister and Gran?”

She twisted her head to beam at me. “Yes, Mama!” she lisped.

Taking my baby girl’s hand, I got up, went over to the sofa and sat down next to Mom. She turned to me, placed a hand behind my head and pulled me to her, crushing her mouth to mine in a hard kiss. That surprised me, I had to admit, but I quickly responded, my tongue meeting and engaging hers. Meanwhile, Beth climbed onto the sofa to seat herself on my thigh, burying her face in my breasts.

Chelsea was now standing on the other side of my mother, and when Mom and I finally parted, she shyly asked, “Can I have a kiss too, Grandma?”

Without hesitation Mom took my adolescent girl’s hand and drew her close, and their mouths met in a kiss that quickly grew hot and heavy. Chelsea had an incredibly sexy little mouth, and she knew how to use it. My mother moaned in astonishment as this naked young girl — her own grandchild — kissed her like a lover.

Beth tugged at Chelsea’s hand while her big sister was tongue-fucking Grandma. When the older girl turned to her, Beth piped, “Play with me now, Chelly.”

Chelsea knelt before her nude baby sibling, wrapping both arms around her. They hugged tightly, their bare, girlish bodies pressing together, then Chelsea bent to press her mouth into the hollow of Beth’s throat, making my baby girl coo in delight. My mother and I held one another, watching as my preteen’s tongue emerged, licking a path down to Beth’s flat chest. flicking at the rosy tip of her baby sister’s nipple a few times before taking it between her lips.

The sight inflamed me, as it always did when I watched my girls make love, and my mother’s body felt delicious against mine. So I turned back to Mom, kissing the woman who had given birth to me with a hunger I’d never imagined myself possessing for her. She returned my passion measure for measure, her tongue boldly probing my mouth. For the first time, I wondered if an appetite for lesbian incest ran in our family.

Finally breaking our kiss, Mom grasped my shoulder so tightly it hurt. “I’ve had fantasies about you and me, Mary… ever since you became a teenager. Maybe even before then.” Her fingers stroked my cheek. “I thought for sure that you were completely straight, though.” She slowly licked her lips, transfixing me with predatory eyes. “How about it, baby doll? Want Mommy to fuck you?”

She hadn’t called me that since I was a child. This was an aggressive side of my mother that I’d never seen before, and I had to admit that it really turned me on.

“Yes, Mommy,” I replied in my best little-girl voice, “I wanna be fucked.”

My daughters paused in their loving to gape at me as I pretended to be a pubescent girl for Mom’s pleasure. Then they turned back to one another, joining in another hungry kiss. As for my mother… well, she responded with a wicked grin. “Good girl,” she crooned. Reaching down for her dress, she spread it out on the carpet, then parked herself where it lay. “C’mere, sweetie. You’re growing up, ready to learn new things… so I’m going to teach you Mommy’s favorite way to make love.”

Wondering what Mom had in mind, I slid off the couch to the floor. My mother engaged me in a brief but extremely heated tongue kiss, then said, “Okay… sit back so that you’re leaning on your hands, with one knee up.”

I quickly obeyed, and Mom scooted beneath my raised leg, moving toward me until her pelvis was nestled between my thighs. She positioned herself so that we were facing each other, our vulvas about three inches apart. “There,” she murmured. “Now, baby doll… this is how it’s done.”

I opened my mouth to reply but the words died on my lips, a long moan emerging instead as Mom moved into me, pressing her warm, wet sex into mine. Jesus, it felt good. Our womanly heat met and mingled, and my moan was choked into a squeal when my mother began to roll her hips, rubbing our cunts together.

“Fuck me back, honeybunch,” Mom panted.

Grabbing my mother’s leg to brace myself, I began to thrust against her. It was awkward for a moment, then we fell into a mutual rhythm, our bodies rocking in time.

The feeling of Mom’s heated flesh swabbing against mine was exquisite, sending glittering sparks of pleasure cascading behind my eyes each time her sex brushed my clitoris. She was dripping wet, as was I; and our combined fluids flowed freely. This overflow from our crazed cunt-fuck would probably seep through Mom’s dress to stain the carpet, I knew — but right then, neither of us cared.

I glanced up in mid-thrust to see Chelsea and Beth seated together on the couch above Mom and I, both drinking in the sight of our heated coupling. Beth was nestled in big sister’s arms, eyes dreamy with pleasure as Chelsea lightly fingered her babyish slit. Beth turned her head to smile at her older sibling, and their mouths met in a brief but intensely loving kiss. Then they broke apart, turning back to watch me and their grandmother, clearly enjoying the show we were putting on.

My gaze shifted back to Mom. I couldn’t kiss her right then, much as I wanted to, so I pressed my lips to her knee, still hugging her leg to my breasts while our bodies moved together in a lewd dance of forbidden desire. I stared deep into the eyes of this incredible woman who had given me life — and was now offering me herself as a lover — telling her without words how much I wanted this. God, this felt so natural, so inevitable — like destiny. Why had it taken so many years for us to unearth this hidden passion? I spread my thighs further apart, opening my cunt even wider for Mom.

I saw Chelsea nuzzle Beth’s ear, then whisper something to her, and my four-year-old nodded eagerly. Beth got on her hands and knees, facing away from Chelsea on the sofa. Bending down, she presented her bottom to big sister, who was now kneeling closely behind her.

I felt a surge of excitement, knowing what was about to happen. “Look, Mom,” I panted, tilting my head toward the girls.

My mother turned her head just in time to see Chelsea place a tender kiss upon Beth’s left buttock, then the right. Moistening her lips, she then gently parted her baby sister’s cheeks and dipped down to trail her tongue through Beth’s asshole. A happy sigh escaped my youngest girl’s lips, her head resting on the edge of the couch as she watched me and Mom through pleasure-glazed eyes.

Chelsea licked at her sibling’s anus with long slippery strokes, then kissed her there, pressing her mouth into the narrow cleft of Beth’s bottom.

“My God — th-that’s incredible,” my mother gasped, the motion of her hips slowing as she watched Chelsea rim her sister. I knew how she felt. My daughters adored one another so intensely that watching them make love was always a breathtaking experience.

It got to Mom, that was for certain. Because seconds later, she was fucking me even harder, her cunt grinding into mine in a lustful frenzy. I gave as good as I got, my pelvis churning wildly, our pussies making squishing sounds as we forced them together.

“Do you like this, sweetie?” Mom hissed, those big breasts bobbing with each lunge of her lower half. “Does m-my little girl enjoy it when Mommy fucks her this way?”

Damn, I had no idea my mother was this perverted, but I’d take this madness as far as she wanted it to go.

“Yes, Mommy,” I moaned, still pretending to be an adolescent. “It’s s-so nice… I don’t wanna d-do this stuff with stupid boys — only you.” Just then, some part of Mom’s vulva pressed hard against my clitoris — and I gasped, seeing stars. “Oh! Oh GOD, Mommy yes — fuck me, please. Fuck me!” And she did.

As Mom and I pumped against one another, creating this sweet, sticky and utterly delicious friction that felt like no sex I’d ever had before, I glanced up at the couch to see what my girls were doing. A ripple of excitement flowed through me as I saw Chelsea and Beth arranging themselves in a 69 position.

Because of the difference in their heights, my daughters had to lie on their sides in order to lick each other at the same time, so my mother and I were confronted with a gorgeous sight: the pink peach of Beth’s bottom, her little legs spread apart with Chelsea’s face nestling between them, mouth fastened to baby sister’s slit. We could only see the back of Beth’s head framed by Chelsea’s thighs, but from the little sounds of pleasure that my oldest daughter made, we knew that my youngest was giving just as well as she was getting.

Me and Mom continued to fuck while we watched the girls make love. I was bathed in sweat, getting a little winded from this intense workout. The fire that raged in my cunt wouldn’t let me stop, though, or even slow down.

And suddenly I was coming hard, the walls, ceiling and sky crashing down about me as my body screamed in pure ecstasy. Or was I actually screaming myself? Right then, I had no idea. All I could do was buck my hips furiously, grinding my throbbing vulva against Mom’s.

Somewhere in the blinding red haze of pleasure I heard a strangled cry, felt my mother’s body jerk — and then I knew that she was climaxing, too. Her fingernails bit into my thigh as she clutched it, and that drove my orgasm to its final peak. I stiffened, every inch of me gone rigid for an unimaginable few seconds. Then the instant passed, and I went limp, utterly spent.

I fell back, my head hitting the carpeted floor with a dull thump. Somehow I managed to roll to one side, disentangling my legs from Mom’s before letting myself relax. I was damp all over, and could feel the thick shag carpet plastered to my back.

“Wow,” I heard Chelsea say, her voice filled with quiet awe. Turning my head toward her, I allowed my eyes to drift open. She and Beth had broken their lover’s clinch to watch us come. “That was so cool, Mom… will you do that with me?”

“An’ me!” squeaked Beth, giggling with delight.

I roll my eyes. Kids. Where in God’s name do they get the stamina? “Let Mama catch her breath, girls,” I mumbled, “then we’ll play s’more…”

My eyes slowly closed, returning me to that friendly darkness. Then they fluttered open again when Mom climbed on top of me, her body damp and amazingly warm.

“I love you, baby,” she whispered, then kissed me hungrily, exploring my mouth with her tongue. I submitted to her passion, parting my thighs to feel her thick, matted bush pressing into my sticky cunt. Then she broke away, raising herself into a seated position. “Let’s all move into the bedroom, girls,” she cooed, “this floor’s too hard for an old broad like me.”

Somehow Mom and I made it to our feet. Taking the hands of the girls, we padded naked through the house, down the hallway to the master bedroom. Ever since I was a kid, Mom and Dad had shared this enormous bed, the widest I’d ever seen at that age, and it had room for all of us to stretch out comfortably.

Beth was first, toddling over to the bed and quickly clambering onto its springy surface, bouncing gleefully. Chelsea followed, grabbing her baby sister around the waist and flopping onto her back with a giddy little girl in her arms. Mom and I brought up the rear, lying down on either side of the youngsters.

The girls hadn’t come yet, so my mother and I centered our attention on them. Mom was caressing Chelsea, her hands gliding over my ten-year-old’s slender body, teasing her nipples to stiffness. As for me, I began to love little Beth with my mouth; starting with her lips and moving down.

Before long Mom and I were side by side, each with a pretty little girl straddling our faces. And as I licked lovingly at Beth’s silky-smooth slit, I could see Chelsea leaning over from her perch atop Mom’s mouth to kiss her baby sister. I felt Beth hum contentedly, her head tilted back to accept her older sibling’s offering of love.

Soon my mother and I had them both coming, my sweet daughters clutching at one another in the midst of their mutual rapture.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a glorious feast of sex, three generations of women coming together as lovers. No pleasure was forbidden, no part of our bodies unexplored. The wildest bit was when Mom took out this beautiful fake cock from a box in her closet, fastened it about her waist, then gave the girls a demonstration of how it worked, using yours truly as a very willing model. My cunt was still tender, so I had her give me anal instead, first getting Chelsea to moisten my crack with her tongue.

At first my daughters eagerly watched as Mom plowed my butthole, but they got so excited that they simply had to participate. My mother took over as master of ceremonies; first instructing Beth to crawl beneath me and kiss my pussy, then ordering Chelsea to kneel behind her while she fucked me and push one, two, then three fingers into her ample ass, working them in and out until Mom got sandbagged by her third orgasm of the day.

Eventually, we were all worn out and very, very satisfied. So we lay down together to rest, each of us finally drifting off to sleep. There was no real need to discuss what had happened. It seemed to go without saying that Mom was now a part of this; our trio expanded into a foursome.

*****

Three years down the line, our little incest quartet is still active. Dan, sweet lug that he is, hasn’t tumbled to the fact that all the women in his family are sexually intimate. He accepts it as a routine thing for me to take the girls to visit Grandmother every week or so for what we call “Ladies Night” while he’s at home. God, if he only knew what we get up to in Mom’s bed.

Hot and intimate as things are with my daughters, I don’t think of what I have with them as a real romance. Oh, I adore the girls, and the sex we share, but don’t see myself as being in love with them. Chelsea and Beth, though, are lovers in just about every sense of the word. Dan is bemused by the fact that they never seem to squabble, and insist upon sharing a bed every night; and you’ll always find Beth nestled in her big sister’s arms when the whole family is watching TV.

And when my man is away at the oil rig, the girls still cuddle together before the television set. Only then they are naked, touching one another as they kiss again and again. Let me tell you, it’s nearly impossible to stay focused on the program you’re watching when you have two nude little girls making love a couple of feet away. Often as not, I shed my clothes and join them.

I don’t know for certain how long I will continue to be sexually intimate with my children, but Beth and Chelsea have already made it clear to me that they plan to stay together for the rest of their lives. At seven and thirteen years of age, they have decided that they want to marry one day. I’m still thinking about what I can do to help my daughters realize their dream.

So my relationship with the girls is still mainly that of a mother, though one who has sex with her kids as a special treat. What I have with Mom, however, is more complicated. We really do think of ourselves as women in love. In fact, she is as much a wife to me as a parent. As much as I enjoy our orgies with the girls and the hot, hard fucking I get from Dan, the passion I share with my mother leaves me breathless and trembling like a smitten schoolgirl.

It’s a funny old life, but I feel like the luckiest woman in the world. One thing’s for sure — if love equaled wealth, I’d be a millionaire.

*****

This story is a reworking of “Sibling Envy,” written by Joaane, one of my very favorite Leslita authors. I’ve done adaptations of her work more than once, for my personal pleasure… much like an acoustic guitar player might work up a version of a John Coltrane melody to pass the time. In the case of this one, though, I wanted to make it public; and Joaane graciously granted permission for me to do so. Any flaws you unearth here are my responsibility, not hers.

By JetBoy

My husband Dan’s time off was over, and the day had arrived for him to take the chopper back to his job at the oil rig. Chelsea and I accompanied him to the heliport to say goodbye. I’d left Beth at my mother’s place that morning — she would have been too much of a handful.

We joined a group of women who were there for the same reason — to say goodbye to their men. It was easy to recognize the wives and girlfriends that were going to miss their partners the most. They hung onto them longer, unable to tear themselves away.

I hugged my Dan tightly, shared one last deep kiss, then waved as he boarded the chopper. Like always, I was saddened to see him go, but the knowledge that I was once more free to openly love my daughters made my husband’s absence less painful than it might have been. I still adored my man, but the sex I shared with Chelsea and Beth had become like a drug to me.

Even before the helicopter was over the horizon, Chelsea gave me that significant little smile and whispered, “Mama…”

We left the other families waving at men that could no longer see them and found our way back to the heliport building, where we soon located the ladies toilet. It was a simple facility; just two stalls, two sinks, a mirror. No one else was there, so my daughter and I quickly entered the corner stall, locking the door behind us.

I sat down on the toilet, and Chelsea unbuttoned my top, baring my breasts. Then she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. This left her legs spread wide apart as she bent to take my nipple into her mouth. I slipped a hand under my daughter’s skirt and between her thighs, thrilled but hardly surprised to discover that Chelsea had gone without panties that day.

My fingers strayed over my ten-year-old’s vulva, seeking her clit. She whimpered as I lightly stroked the tiny nub, her mouth sucking harder on my nipple. Oh, God, my body was screaming with the need for release. I thrust my free hand between us and began to violently grope at my mound, right through the front of the lace panties I wore.

It all came together soon enough. The pressure against my clitoris, the exquisite pain of having my nipple sucked as hard as this, a handful of my little girl’s sticky sex. My thighs quivered as if I were freezing, and my entire body went into spasm. I had to bite my lower lip to keep myself from screaming as I came.

I was just catching my breath when I heard the lavatory door swing open and two chatting women enter. Chelsea and I froze, then swiftly and silently began to rearrange ourselves. When she and I exited the stall, the two women saw nothing more than a mother and her little girl. We both paused long enough to wash our hands, then left.

We strode across the parking lot, me still a bit unsteady on my feet. As we approached our SUV, Chelsea ran ahead the last few yards and opened the rear door. She fell back onto the seat, then gave me a coquettish look. “Mama…” she purred.

This was a car park, a public car park. Most of the other vehicles had departed while we were in the toilet, but there were still a few scattered about. I glanced around nervously, then looked back at Chelsea. She had raised the denim skirt she wore to expose her bare pussy, legs spread far apart. The sight of that lightly downed slit had my head spinning as I climbed into the back seat to kneel above my daughter, awkwardly reaching behind me to tug the car door shut.

There was a risk of being caught, I suppose, but that only added to the excitement I felt as I dipped my face between Chelsea’s soft thighs and began to love her with my mouth. I licked, kissed and nibbled at my child’s dewy cunt, finally sucking at her clitoris until she was gasping her way through a shuddering orgasm.

When I finally looked up from my work, face shiny wet with my daughter’s juices, I saw through the windows that the car park was now empty. Licking my lips, I wondered if anyone had seen me go down on my ten-year-old.

Chelsea always took her pleasure in stride. Pausing to give me a messy tongue kiss, she clambered up front into the passenger seat, settling in before buckling her seatbelt. Opening the back door, I climbed out and took my place behind the wheel. She gave me a beautiful smile and said, “I love you, Mom.”

I smiled back. “Love you too, honey.” Patting my daughter’s knee, I started the car, put it in gear and set off to my mother’s house, where little Beth was waiting for us.

As we turned into the drive I spied Beth, seated on the front porch swing and holding the hand of my mother Anna.

As we came to a standstill, Beth came running up to me. I lifted her up and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and rained kisses on me. Chelsea went to hug her Gran. My mom is forty-eight and very fit, with generous breasts and an ass that was still amazingly firm.

Beth was calling “Mama,” even before we got through the door. My mother was the only one besides me and the girls who knew that I still nursed Beth at four, so I had no problem with doing it when she was around.

When we got inside, I sat down in a comfortable armchair, Beth perched in my lap. Unfastening my top and my bra, I cradled my baby girl’s face to my breast. Beth took a nipple into her tiny mouth and began to suckle. God, it felt so good.

“That’s lovely,” Mom said, “I think it’s wonderful that you still allow Beth to nurse.” She paused, smiling thoughtfully. “Perhaps I should have let you keep doing it.”

I felt myself blush slightly. “Maybe you should have. Sometimes… I don’t know, I find myself wishing that I could remember what it was like to be nursed.”

She smiled. “Well, you certainly enjoyed it. For me, it was an amazing experience… very sensuous.”

The warmth I felt seemed to be flowing down to my pussy. “Yeah… I feel the same way.” God, I was on fire. If Mom hadn’t been there, I would have been masturbating. Actually, I would have been making love to my precious girls. Chelsea was staring at me while I fed her baby sister, a certain gleam in her eyes. She knew how aroused I was.

Mom shook her head. “It’s a shame that you didn’t breastfeed Chelsea.”

She knew very well why I had opted for the bottle in Chelsea’s case — because my doctor had recommended formula and I’d foolishly listened to him. It was one of those digs that Mom never tired of aiming at me, though.

Feeling mischievous, I decided to shock her. “Oh, these days, she and I are making up for lost time,” I said, almost casually.

Her eyes widened. “You mean… you nurse Chelsea now?”

I nodded very slowly, enjoying the effect on her. Mom looked at Chelsea with her mouth slightly open. Chelsea sat on the edge of the other armchair, her knees pressed together.

“Is it nice?” Mom asked her. “Do you like to nurse from Mama?”

Chelsea blushed and nodded.

“It’s a beautiful thing,” I added, “and the nicest bonding experience you could imagine.”

Mom studied Beth, her hungry mouth at my nipple; then raised her eyes to meet mine. “You know… I used to get very aroused while I suckled you. Do you ever feel that way?”

How do you respond when your mother says something like that? In fact, I said nothing, but my eyes told the truth of it.

“How does it feel when you and Chelsea… bond?” Mom softly asked. “Does it excite you?”

I gazed deep into Mom’s eyes, feeling a crazy urge to tell her everything. I knew that she’d had women lovers since she and Dad divorced. In fact, her bisexuality was one of the bones of contention that finally drove them apart. As far as she knew, though, I was completely straight. Would my mother be repulsed by the things I do with my girls?

There was a growing heat between my thighs as Beth got into her stride, but then she drew away. “Done, Mama,” she cooed.

I sat her down beside me, then glanced up at Chelsea, who stared at me pleadingly.

I couldn’t resist. Something inside made me want my mother to see this for herself.

I smiled at Chelsea, cupping a breast. “Do you want a turn, honey?”

“Yes!” squeaked my delighted ten-year-old.

I thought she would simply come over, clamber into my lap and fasten her mouth to a nipple. Instead, Chelsea started taking her clothes off!

Mom’s mouth was hanging open as my daughter shrugged out of her blouse and skirt, then slipped off her little pink panties. She stood naked before us for a moment before padding over to me.

“You too, Mama,” she insisted, tugging gently at my skirt.

I guess I should have expected that. After all, every time I suckle Chelsea, we are both nude. It’s what she’s used to. But did I have the nerve to do this in front of my mother?

I stole a glance at Mom. She was still shocked, but I caught a glimpse of something in her eyes; something that looked a hell of a lot like… excitement.

I slowly stood, slipped out of my already open blouse and bra, then stepped out of my shoes before unfastening my skirt, letting it drop.

That left my panties. I’d barely grasped the waistband when Chelsea said, “Let me, Mama.” And she knelt before me, tugging my sodden knickers down to my ankles, then slipping them from my feet and placing them on top of her own clothes.

I sat back in the armchair, and Chelsea crawled into my lap. She took my right nipple between her lips and commenced to suckle. I couldn’t help but moan, a shiver of delight surging through me at the touch of my child’s sweet mouth. Her hand was on my other breast, fondling it.

Perhaps without even knowing, Mom was cupping her own breast, lost in awe at the sight of Chelsea and I, entwined in a heated embrace and completely naked. Could she tell that we were making love? If so, she didn’t seem upset about it.

Then when my ten-year-old raised her face from my breast, her lips seeking mine in a passionate kiss… well, any idiot could see what the nature of my relationship with Chelsea really was. Throwing caution to the winds, I returned her kiss, fucking her mouth with my tongue while allowing a hand to drift down to caress her bottom.

Mom stared at us, enthralled. She moistened her lips, then parted them to speak — but nothing came out. She was breathing heavily, nearly trembling with excitement.

Finally she managed to murmur, “I c-can’t believe this is happening… but it’s such a lovely sight. You two have s-something really special.” She sighed. “So beautiful… I admit it, I’m — I’m envious.”

That’s when I got a really wild idea — and it thrilled me so intensely that I knew I had to try to make it happen.

Gently breaking my kiss with Chelsea, I smiled at my little girl. “Honey,” I cooed, “would you like for your grandmother to nurse you for awhile?”

“Uh-huh!” Chelsea replied, nodding vigorously as Mom gasped in surprise.

I knew my daughter would like the idea. Only the week before, after Mom had dropped by, she’d turned to me and said, “Grandma’s titties look so soft and big… I wish I could see them.”

“Only see?” I had teased her.

Chelsea blushed furiously, but shyly confessed, “Um, and other stuff, too.”

Now we were both watching Mom, waiting for her response. Her eyes met mine. “Should I?” she asked, almost timidly.

“If you want to, why not?” I said. “Chelsea likes the idea.”

Mom smiled bashfully at her granddaughter. “Do you really want to do this, baby?”

Chelsea smiled broadly. “Yes, Grandma!” she cried.

Slipping out of her shoes, Mom rose to her feet, unzipped her blue dress and let it fall, then stepped free of the garment. She stood before us in an elegant black bra and matching panties.

“Love the underwear, Mom,” I purred. “Very sexy.”

My mother gave me a warm look that I felt right down to my toes. “I do like feeling sexy,” she murmured. Sitting down on the sofa, Mom undid the bra, baring her still beautiful breasts, then glanced at us. “I’m ready.”

Sliding off my lap, Chelsea padded over to her grandmother and clambered onto the sofa, kneeling beside her. She took hold of Mom’s creamy breast and locked onto the large, erect nipple.

“Oh, honey… that feels lovely,” Mom moaned, sinking into the sofa as she cradled my ten-year-old’s head to her breasts.

Chelsea suckled happily at Anna’s nipple as she straddled her, rubbing the cleft of her sex against Mom’s thigh. I watched in awe as my daughter placed her hand on her grandmother’s free breast to fondle it, brushing the nipple to tautness. Then that hand began inching downward, sliding over Mom’s belly. I gaped. Was Chelsea really going to…?

She was. Mom gave out a deep, impassioned moan and spread her legs wide, just in time for Chelsea’s hand to cup the front of her black panties, pressing her fingers into Grandma’s sheathed cunt.

My baby rubbed at her grandmother’s pussy for a little while, her mouth still fastened to the engorged nipple; then suddenly she jumped from Mom’s lap and knelt before her. Grasping the waistband of those black panties, Chelsea slipped them down and off, my dazed mother lifting her ass to assist.

Mom’s minge was a mass of unkempt hair, curly and dense. Chelsea gazed hungrily at the thick pubes, then buried her face in them, seeking out her cunt with a hungry mouth. I smiled, knowing that my mother was in for a treat.

“My God… my God… my God…” my mother panted, opening her thighs even wider for her ten-year-old granddaughter. Chelsea was well versed in the art of going down on a woman by then, and Mom was getting a full demonstration of her oral skills. Chelsea began to suck at my mother’s rather large clit, then positioned her fingers at the entrance to Anna’s fleshy vagina before sliding them in with a smooth stroke.

Beth was hugging me now, enthralled by the incestuous lesbian scene unfolding before her. I reached down to clutch the hem of her yellow frock and tugged it over her head, then pulled her underpants off. Now, except for Beth’s tiny socks, we were all naked.

I lifted Beth up and placed her on my lap, then began to fondle my child, running both hands all over her soft, sweet body. She tilted her face up to mine, and we kissed hungrily.

“Oh, my g-goodness,” Mom gasped. “B-Beth, too?”

My baby daughter and I broke apart, and we both smiled at my mother. “That’s right… we’re all lovers now,” I purred, gazing deep into her disbelieving eyes.

Chelsea had worked her remaining fingers into Mom’s pussy and was eagerly fisting her, plunging in and out of my mother’s gaping hole. Hugging Beth with one arm, I was fingering myself urgently with my left hand and stroking my little girl’s soft petals with the right while I watched my mother being fucked, all the while wondering if this was a dream that I’d be waking from any minute now.

Chelsea raised herself to take Mom’s nipple into her mouth again, her lips and chin glistening with pussy juices. She continued to move her hand in and out of her grandmother’s cunt, and Anna thrust her hips frantically, riding Chelsea’s fist.

She repeated the same word over and over again, ”Fuck, fuck, fuck… fuck!” as her pleasure grew and grew, up to and through her wrenching climax. A scream broke from my mother’s throat as she shook in orgasm, her thighs and belly quivering with each jolt of ecstasy.

As I fondled Beth, my fingers fiddling between her thighs, she eagerly watched Mom and Chelsea, studying their lovemaking with wide eyes. They were getting so wild together that my baby girl surely would have been terrified, if she wasn’t already familiar with the sight of a woman in the throes of sexual rapture.

Finally Mom slumped back into the soft embrace of the couch, eyes glazed, her face and body flushed a lovely pink. Nibbling her lower lip in concentration, Chelsea carefully extracted her hand from her grandmother’s vagina with a slurping sound, then began to lick at her sticky knuckles.

By JetBoy

Scooping Beth into my arms, I carried her into my room, gently depositing her on the bed. She hugged herself with delight, gazing up at me as I knelt before her, intoxicated by the bare beauty of my little girl. So precious and virginal; yet at the age of four she was already the sexual partner of her big sister, and had been innocently pleasured by Mama.

Now I was going to lie between Beth’s legs and lick her bare slit, the way I had done many times before. But this time, I would not stop until she came.

“C’n we play kissy-lick, Mama?” Beth burbled, propped up on her elbows and smiling at me.

“Kissy-lick? Do you play that with Chelsea?”

“Mmm-hmm!” she affirmed, nodding vigorously.

I tilted my head, giving my baby a thoughtful look. “Maybe we can, honey — but you have to tell Mama how to play.”

Beth giggled, “It’s easy! Chelly kissy-licks my bunny… an’ I kissy-lick her bunny!”

“Ah, I see,” I nod. “That sounds like a lovely game, Bethy. I’ll play with you.”

“Yayyyyy!” she cheered, bouncing excitedly, clapping with delight.

“May I kissy-lick you first?” I entreat her, pressing clasped hands to my heart.

“Okay.” And with that she lay back, opening her legs to receive me, unashamedly exposing the pink crease of her sex. I licked my lips, feeling the storm beginning to mass inside.

“Let’s raise your knees, baby,” I whispered as I positioned my little girl the way I wanted her, slowly moving Beth’s thighs wider apart to reveal her slightly darker anal cleft. Has Chelsea rimmed her baby sister yet? I wondered, selfishly hoping that my tongue would be the first to explore that sweet rosebud.

Lowering myself to the bed, I inhaled deeply, breathing in the heady perfume of Beth’s vagina. I moistened my lips, then placed a feather-light kiss upon the delicate flower.

Beth gave a contented sigh. Growing bolder, I extended my tongue to take a long, slow lick, bathing my daughter’s vulva from the bottom to the top. A shiver of pleasure rippled through Beth’s babyish body, and I pressed further between her legs, hungry for more, savoring the child’s rich scent as I went down on her.

My tongue trailed lower to probe at her anus, gliding over the tiny opening as Beth squealed in delighted surprise. Parting her cheeks, I pressed deeper to adorn her hole with open-mouthed French kisses, smitten by the unimaginable softness of Beth’s bottom.

Then I was lying before her, gently opening the vaginal slit with both thumbs to reveal moist, pink flesh inside. Tilting my head slightly, I kissed her cunt as if it was a tiny mouth, allowing the tip of the tongue to enter my little girl’s body and sliding it in and out, gently fucking her. She was making wordless happy sounds, parting her legs even further for me.

Time seemed to cease as I lost myself in pleasuring Beth, greedily exploring every inch of her sex. Her honey flowed for me, rich and delicious, though less than her big sister could produce. I eagerly drank it down, mouth fastened to the baby-soft vagina of my beautiful little girl. This was clearly the most reckless, dangerous thing I’d ever done in my life, and it left me glowing like the sun, overwhelmed with the kind of joy that only an adoring mother can know.

Finally I sought out her barely-there clitoris, covered it with my lips and began to suckle. It occurred to me that our roles were momentarily reversed; that I was now nursing from my baby, that she was providing her Mama with nourishment. I smiled at that thought — or would have, except that my mouth was otherwise occupied. Beth was mewling with delight, her little hands tangling in my hair.

Then she was wriggling frantically beneath me, emitting a soft cry that quickly rose to a tiny squeak.

The next thing I knew, Beth was squeezing her thighs together, pushing clumsily at my head. “Tickles, Mama!” she gasped.

Well. It hadn’t been a world-beater of an orgasm, but I’d made my daughter come.

I laid down next to Beth, enfolding her in my arms. “I love you, baby,” I whispered, our noses lightly touching.

“Love you, Mama,” she sighed, an expression of perfect bliss on that angelic face as her eyes drifted shut. For a moment it seemed as if she was dozing off, but suddenly Beth sat up, newly animated. “Now me!” she squealed. Getting on all fours, she crawled to the foot of the bed, then sat down, gazing at me expectantly as she softly chanted, “Kissy-lick, kissy-lick…”

I’ve had my share of seductions, but this was easily the most charming one. I rolled onto my back, parting my thighs, heart racing as I prepared to let my four-year-old moppet bring me off with her mouth.

Tilting her head slightly, Beth stared at my sex. “Pretty bunny,” she whispered, reaching out to touch me. I bit my lip, choking back an overwhelming urge to cry out loud as her curious fingertips traced the sticky opening.

With a giggle, my child lay down on her tummy, her face a couple of inches or so from my vulva. Every inch of my body throbbed with anticipation as I remained motionless, waiting for my deepest, most forbidden fantasy to come true.

She moved closer… and I whimpered as Beth’s lips pressed deep into the warm, moist flesh of Mama’s cunt in a tender kiss. Then she kissed me again. Again.

“Oh, sweetie,” I gasped, “that feels so good.”

I felt her tongue emerge to lick, gliding over my vaginal opening. A wave of pure joy suffused me from head to toe, almost as if I were receiving a blessing from God. A strange thought to have while committing an act that most would call an unforgivable sin. But I felt nothing like a sinner at that instant. Instead, I was bathed in love, swimming in it.

Beth was licking me with steady strokes, like our cat when she washed herself. There was nothing tentative in her movements; my daughter was very much into what she was doing. Chelsea had not only shown her baby sister how to eat pussy, she’d taught her to love it.

As if she could read my thoughts, Beth chose that moment to lift her face from the juncture of my thighs to smile at me, licking her lips and burbling, “Yummy yum!” Then, with a giggle, she buried her nose in my pubes once more.

By this time the beating of my heart seemed to echo through me like cannon fire, and I burned for the oblivion of orgasm. Beth’s tongue felt wonderful, but I was so worked up that I had to come, was desperate for her to finish me off.

“B-Bethy,” I stammered, placing a finger just above my clitoris, “Mama needs you to l-l-lick her right here–“

She seemed to already sense what I needed. Before I could even finish getting the words out, my daughter had trailed her tongue up through my opening one last time, then sucked the inflamed tip of my clit between her lips.

The last thought I had before the world came crashing down was: Holy mother of God… I guess Chelsea really did teach Beth everything about eating pussy.

My body seemed to be tugged in every direction as I came in my four-year-old’s face. It was all I could do not to scream. The image of Beth’s tiny mouth fastened to my pussy was seared into my mind like a brand; the baby girl, drinking from her mama.

Panting furiously, I pressed my head back into the pillow, fingernails biting into my palms while this… this thunderclap of pleasure rolled and reverberated inside my quivering frame. And through it all, my wonderful child continued to lick me.

Finally, unable to stand any more, I reached down to grasp my daughter’s shoulder with a trembling hand. “Th-that’s enough, Bethy… mmm, Mama’s finished.”

Spent, I lay motionless but for my heaving chest, my upper half bathed in a thin patina of sweat. After a few heartbeats, my eyes fluttered open, only to be confronted with the loveliest sight imaginable: Beth’s cherubic face, resting on my thigh. My little girl gazed at me in bashful adoration, her spun-gold hair delightfully tousled. “Love you, Mama,” she cooed.

“Oh, baby,” I whispered, suddenly on the verge of joyous tears, “I love you too. My precious angel.”

I reached for her and she crawled up to where I lay, nestling comfortably into my arms. The lower half of Beth’s face was sticky with my juices, and I drew close, our noses touching as I traced her lips with the tip of the tongue, tasting the tart essence of sex. Giggling, my daughter joined in this new game, and we joined in licking one another’s mouths and chins until it somehow became a long, leisurely lover’s kiss.

As we broke apart, I placed one soft peck on her button nose before we settled down to rest. Beth and I lay together quietly, and I soon felt the steady cadence of her breath against my neck as she fell into slumber.

Holding my baby close, I mulled upon what I’d just done to her… and what I’d had her do to me. Was I a monster; a sick, twisted woman? At that moment, I felt like anything but. All it took was a glance at Beth’s peaceful face to dispel the notion that I’d been wrong to make love with my little girl. Somehow I knew that this beautiful thing we had shared would only make our bond all the stronger. Since I’d become lovers with Chelsea, there had been a newfound warmth, a sweetness between my oldest daughter and myself — something special that hadn’t been there before. And now my Beth and I would have that too.

Slowly, slowly I sank into the tranquil haze of sleep, still hugging Beth to me.

*****

An hour and a half later, when Chelsea arrived home from school, she set down her book bag and kicked off her shoes, then wandered through the house looking for Beth and I. Through the living room, the kitchen, and the laundry room she went, pausing to peer out onto the backyard patio before bounding upstairs.

Down the hallway she padded in her stocking feet, peeking through each doorway until she reached my room at the end… and there she found her mother and baby sister, bare naked and curled up together on the bed, the room still fragrant with the scent of pussy. Smiling hugely, she reached for the top button of her blouse…

I awoke to find my ten-year-old sitting cross-legged on the bed beside me, completely nude.

“Hi, Mom. Hi, Bethy,” she grinned. “Looks like someone’s been havin’ a good time.”

“Chelly!” cried Beth, scrambling to her feet and excitedly jumping up and down on the bed a couple of times before leaping over me to throw both arms around her big sister.

I watched my daughters hug, feeling a delicious prickle of arousal when Chelsea bent down to kiss Beth, circling her sister’s mouth with a playful tongue.

“Mmmm,” she purred, drawing away to smile down at Beth. “Your lips taste good…”

“Me an’ Mama played kissy-lick!” my baby giggled. “She’s yummy!”

I sat up, then moved to wrap an arm around each of my girls. “Hey, hon,” I said to Chelsea, giving her a sleepy smile. “Got one of those kisses for me?”

“Sure,” she sighed, and I closed my eyes, awaiting the touch of her mouth.

So soft, so sweet. Chelsea’s tongue engaged mine, our lips sliding moistly together as her hand moved to cover my breast. I sighed contentedly. If this wasn’t heaven on earth, it would do for now.

We gently broke apart after a long, languid kiss… then I turned to Beth. “Honey,” I told my youngest, “I think your big sister needs to be kissy-licked now.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” enthused Beth, her head bobbing in agreement.

She and I quickly positioned a delighted Chelsea on her back with her thighs wide apart. “You kiss her,” I directed Beth, “and I’ll lick.”

“‘Kay, Mama,” my baby cooed, crawling onto the bed to flop down beside her sister. Chelsea wrapped her arms around Beth, and their mouths met.

Now I was where I loved to be, lying between my preteen daughter’s legs, tracing the vaginal cleft with a finger as I breathed deeply of her sex, that thick, heady perfume of desire. Moistening my lips, I moved in to take that first taste.

It was a divine experience, sharing my oldest girl with her baby sister. As I went down on Chelsea, my eyes were drawn to my darling daughters as they kissed passionately, hungrily. Beth’s little hands were fondling her sister’s barely-there breasts.

Then my baby girl was nursing from Chelsea’s nipples, and big sister’s arms were tenderly wrapped around Beth, her nose buried in my littlest one’s hair. Me? I continued to lick and kiss that juicy vulva, my ten-year-old’s fluids coating my lips.

When she came, the sound of her cries were like a benediction. I wouldn’t stop eating Chelsea’s pussy, though, not until I’d carried her through a second orgasm — one that had her heels drumming frantically against the bed. She accidentally kicked me in the side at one point, leaving an oddly shaped bruise that I later told Dan I’d gotten by bumping against a doorknob.

Spent and dazed, Chelsea lay limply amidst the rumpled sheets while I drew Beth into my arms for a kiss, giving my four-year-old a taste of her big sister’s sex. What an unalloyed thrill it was, feeling my baby humming with pleasure as her childish mouth nibbled at mine, sampling and loving the flavor of cunt.

We three lay together for a long while, basking in the warmth of the day, serenaded by the distant noises of playing children that issued through the open window. No words were needed. I lay entangled with Chelsea and Beth, lost in contented thought.

Mostly, I marveled at the path I’d chosen, the strange detour from the straight and narrow that had led me to take my own children as lovers. And despite the numerous taboos I’d brazenly flouted in the process, I knew no shame or guilt. My kids were blissfully happy, and that was good enough for me.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By JetBoy

My husband worked away on the oil rigs — one month on, one month off. When he was home, my girls knew that we needed to be a family and do what families do. I still nursed Beth and made love to Chelsea, but only when Dan wouldn’t catch us.

Chelsea loves her daddy, and cuddles up to him all the time when he is home. He had no idea about the kind of wicked things that she and I get up to while he is away, though. I do adore my husband, but this newfound passion I have for my girls is consuming me, making me want them constantly. I am a woman obsessed, a mother driven by lust.

Each time my husband goes back out to the rig, we are all a month older. My story picks up after six of those months had gone by.

A lot can happen in a young girl’s life in six months — and the difference between ten and ten and a half years old was remarkable, particularly in a child as sexually active as Chelsea. Her breasts had only just begun to bud. Her bottom showed a new shapeliness, and she had mastered the art of swinging her hips so that her mini dresses and skirts flicked up in a tantalizing way. There was also a hint of pubic hair, soft and very blond, with none of the coarseness that would come as she matured. In fact, I could only really see it in a certain light when I went down on her.

Beth, too, had changed. At four years old she was always running around and getting into everything. I needed to keep a constant eye on her. She still came to me to nurse, but less often now, more for comfort than anything else. On the other hand, she still loved to have me bathe her… and that very much included the affection I showed her with my mouth and fingers after drying her off.

Yes, I adored my girls… and I was soon to discover how much they loved each other.

It happened when my husband was at home. All he wants to do after a month on the rig is take me as often as possible. We share a good hard fuck, leaving him sleepy and contented. He is a marvelous lover, but my sexual appetite is so immense that I’m usually still somewhat aroused after our loving. So I usually slip into our bathroom after he is asleep and finger myself to one final climax.

On this night, I decided to pass by the room my daughters share, just to look in on them before my little bathroom visit. I cautiously eased the door open, only to be confronted by an amazing sight.

Beth was in Chelsea’s bed, and both of them were naked. The covers had been pushed to the floor. Chelsea hugged baby sister to her chest, Beth’s mouth fastened to her nipple. Chelsea had one hand tucked between Beth’s thighs and was lightly fingering her. I watched in awe as Beth lifted her face from her sister’s chest, then my daughters shared a kiss that quickly deepened, their tongues flickering into each other’s mouths.

I was stunned. I’d been progressing slowly with kissing Beth, not wanting to overwhelm her, but Chelsea had clearly taught her four-year-old sibling all there was to know about kissing a lover.

Leaning against the door frame, hidden in the shadows, I watched in awe as my daughters made out as if they were grown lesbians. They were both seething with sexual heat, yet tender and loving at the same time. The girls held each other urgently, their mutual adoration a beautiful thing to see.

Their kissing became more urgent. I watched as they caressed each other’s bodies, then they broke their kiss, giggling in complete delight with one another. Then Chelsea began to lick and tease her baby sister’s nipples. Beth was cooing happily, much like she did when I fondled her.

Then Chelsea swiveled around so she and Beth were lying side by side, top to tail. Beth was shorter, so her big sister had to arch her back to make contact, but they quickly arranged themselves into a sixty-nine position.

I couldn’t believe my eyes — but the more I thought about it while I stood in the shadows, secretly watching my underage daughters revel in sapphic loveplay, the more sense it made. When it came to sex, Chelsea had been a quick study; at ten years old, she knew more about how to pleasure a woman than most men would ever learn. Who better to teach her four-year-old sister how two girls make love?

I gazed in rapt approval as my girls explored each other’s pussies with eager mouths. This wasn’t just sex, this was love. I saw them moving together, sharing pleasure unselfishly. I watched as Chelsea came, Beth’s mouth glued to her big sister’s slit. Then Chelsea used her fingers and tongue to bring Beth off. I’d never seen my youngest daughter come before, and witnessing it made me feel warm inside, as if I’d just drunk a mug of cocoa.

It embarrasses me to admit this, but I also felt a twinge of envy as well. I wanted desperately to be there in bed with my little girls, joining in the lovemaking, the three of us sharing our bodies.

I couldn’t do that, of course — this really was their time, and it would be wrong to interrupt my daughters for my own selfish pleasure. Too, Dan was sleeping just down the hall, and I couldn’t run the risk of being caught coupling with the girls, no matter how unlikely it was that he’d rouse himself from bed until morning.

So I stood quietly, observing from the darkness of the hallway while a spent but very happy Beth and Chelsea hugged one another, then enjoyed one last tender kiss. I heard their whispered declarations of love. And then I saw them settle down for the night, their bare bodies sweetly entwined. It was a warm night, so my angels didn’t even bother to crawl beneath the sheets. Instead, they just lay naked on top of them.

I realized that I was pressing my hand between my thighs as I’d watched this scene of lesbian incest play out. I knew that Chelsea loved to lick pussy, but to see four-year-old Beth going down on her sister had me shivering with lust. I desperately needed to bring myself off, but didn’t dare do it where I was. Quietly as possible, I slipped down the hall to the spare room, where I fingered my cunt until I exploded, leaving a huge wet spot on the bedspread that I had to wash by hand the next day.

What excited me most was the revelation that Beth now knew, at the tender age of four, how to make love. And even after the huge climax I’d just enjoyed, I was nearly trembling in anticipation of the extra special bath that I’d be giving my baby girl very soon.

*****

The following afternoon, I was standing in the living room and gazing down at Beth, who was sprawled on the carpet, busy with her crayons and coloring book. Chelsea was at school, of course, and I’d gotten Dan out of the house by suggesting that he spend the day at the racetrack with a couple of his friends. He was so pleased and grateful to me for coming up with the idea that I almost — almost! — felt guilty for deceiving him.

My heart thrummed excitedly as I studied my beautiful four-year-old. She wore little apple-red shorts with a yellow blouse, and white socks that were already dirty on the bottoms of her feet. Her legs scissored together as she colored in a drawing of a frog. For some reason, she had decided to make him blue.

I knelt beside Beth. “Honey,” I crooned, “how’d you like to have a nice bath right now?”

Her coloring book was instantly forgotten as she jumped to her feet. “Yes, Mama, yes!”

Reaching for her tiny hand, I smiled. “Come on, then.”

I led Beth upstairs and into the bathroom, turned on the spigot in the bathtub, added a shot of citrus bath oil, then knelt before my little angel to undress her. Up went her top, down went her shorts and cute pink panties, and she raised one tiny foot at a time so I could slip her socks off. Now naked, she stood with her hands clasped adorably before her, twisting her slight body from side to side as she watched me remove my own clothes, until I was as bare as my little girl. This was something new; though I was often naked when I nursed Beth, I always wore a t-shirt and panties while she had her bath.

She was about to get another surprise, too. After I picked up my daughter and placed her in the tub, I climbed in beside her.

“Mama!” she cried, delighted. “You take a bath with me?”

“That’s right, honeybunch,” I cooed, drawing her babyish body into my arms. “You can help get Mama clean tonight.”

“Whee!” she squealed, her slippery frame wriggling against mine.

I began to wash my child, my hands gliding over every inch of her. When I bathed Beth in the evening, I really did bathe her, saving our sensuous play time until afterward. Not on this night. Right then, I was a lover, fondling this luscious nymph in the sexiest way I could, my eyes gazing adoringly into hers.

And though my darling child was only four, she knew that something special was happening between us. Beth usually cavorted and splashed happily in the scented water, but now she was nestled quietly in my arms, making little contented sounds while I caressed her all over. My hands traveled over her thighs, her belly, her chest — pausing to brush her tiny nipples with my fingertips — her arms, her firm little bottom, the smooth, sweet cleft between her legs.

Bending down to nuzzle Beth’s face, I whispered, “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, Mama,” she piped, in a voice soft as a prayer.

My lips sought out the delicate jewel of her mouth, touching it in the lightest of kisses… then again, allowing it to linger. Beth’s lips parted enticingly, inviting me to explore, so I allowed the tip of my tongue to say a brief hello to her, delicately tracing my daughter’s mouth like an artist’s brush.

When her tongue shyly emerged to meet mine, I engaged it, coaxed it forth until Beth was tentatively giving her Mama a real French kiss. I returned her hesitant passion — gently at first, so as not to frighten my precious pixie. The heat of our kissing quickly began to rise as Beth grew more and more excited. She reached up to wrap both her little arms around my neck, dangling from me as if she was the loveliest of necklaces.

When our mouths finally broke apart, I scooped my child up to deposit her in my lap. The water spilled over the side of the tub, and Beth shrieked with glee as I cradled her body to mine. She fell silent when our eyes met, taking in the look of desire that I gave her — so different from my sweet smiles of before. Now my expression was colored with the fiery hues of lust.

She cooed happily when I bent to kiss her neck, then trailed a tongue down to a tiny nipple, flicking it playfully. “Feels funny, Mama!” she squealed. I slipped a hand between Beth’s soap-slippery thighs to cup her mound, lightly stroking the slit with my middle finger. She loved all of it, wriggling ecstatically in my lap.

Finally I sat up, gazing down at my little girl. “Let’s go take a nap, honeybunch. We can play some nice games together, like you do with your sister.”

Beth seemed undisturbed that I knew about what she’d been up to with Chelsea. “Okay, Mama!” she chirped.

I rinsed us both, then we climbed from the tub and took turns drying one another. I could have done myself much more quickly than Beth did, but she took such pleasure in rubbing my bare body with the towel that I had to let her finish the job. Then I drew my naked little girl to me and kissed her ardently, exploring her tiny mouth with an eager tongue, growing increasingly excited as she returned my kiss with all the passion she had exhibited with Chelsea on the night before.

This was it — the moment of truth was here. I was going to make love to my youngest daughter, and I didn’t give a damn if that made me a pervert or not.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By JetBoy

It was evening, and that meant it was bathtime for Beth. This took place in the en suite bath attached to my bedroom. My little girl loved her bath. She would happily play with the suds and splash about. This would go on for a long time with fits of delighted giggles echoing throughout the house. Eventually I would get down to the serious business of washing her.

She would stand in the water while I lathered her baby body all over, eyes closed as I massaged the soap into her soft skin. I would work shampoo into her hair, and Beth cooed happily, delighting in the gentle massage of her head and neck. She would then lie back in the warm water, where I would support her, and float while I rinsed her hair with the shower head. She would giggle as I playfully flicked the water at her.

She would lie relaxed, purring as I played the warm shower water up and down her shiny young body. She happily let her legs fall apart as I aimed the powerful stream of water up and down between her legs from her babyish sex to her anus and back again. Her body would be covered in goose bumps, her tiny little button nipples gone erect. Her expression was dreamy while I fondled her. Often, just doing this for my baby made me wet between the legs.

I then carried my sweet child into her room, where she would then stand still as I very gently dried her with a fluffy towel. Her mouth would be slightly open as the towel passed over her. Then once Beth was dry, I would lift my naked little girl up and place her on the bed, then lie beside her, spending a while making my daughter feel good.

First I would touch her body, all over. Her arms and legs, her angel-soft tummy, her sweet bottom… then I teased her little nipples with my fingers, which never failed to make Beth giggle.

Soon my hand would glide down my three-year-old’s body, past her belly to slip between her thighs. My heart throbbed as I tenderly explored the incredible softness of Beth’s slit, and she made the most adorable sounds of joy when I fingered her. She was still too young to climax, but loved to have her vaginal cleft stroked like a baby kitten.

While I pleasured my child, I’d kiss her tiny mouth, teasing her lips with my tongue. While we had not yet advanced to full French kissing, Beth did respond to me, her own tongue sometimes emerging to toy with mine. Within a year, I estimated, she would be kissing me as lovingly as her big sister did.

Finally I would nuzzle a path down my little girl’s body, leaving a trail of tiny kisses that made Beth wriggle and squeak delightedly, until at last I lay on my belly between her legs, gazing at the pink crease of her vagina with all the love in my heart.

I unashamedly pressed gentle kisses into Beth’s sex, even licked her a bit. She loved how it felt, and let me know it with her tiny whimpers and sighs, occasionally whispering, “I love you, Mama.” Her bunny, as she called it, would be puffy and moist where I had kissed her.

After awhile, I would gently dry Beth with a tissue and put her into her nightdress. She was usually quite sleepy by then, her little head nodding as I got her ready for bed. She would fall asleep, a look of innocent contentment on her face, almost as soon as I laid her down.

Three months ago, I would have then padded back to my own room, fallen into bed and brought myself to a shuddering climax, finally giving release to the passion Beth had ignited within me.

But now that my older daughter and I had become intimate, my evening routine was very different. Once Beth was asleep, it was time for Chelsea and I to play.

Even as I tucked Beth in I could hear the sound of water running, and it made me smile. Drawing the covers up to my baby’s chin, I waited until I heard one word, gently echoing from the bath, “Mama.” Then I knew that Chelsea was ready for me.

I went into the bathroom to find my ten-year-old naked in the bath, her body partly obscured by soap suds. She splashed about and called again, “Ma-ma…” and gave a little giggle.

Quickly stripping off my t-shirt and panties, I climbed into the bath, facing my lovely daughter. She grinned excitedly, then bent down to an ample breast and took the erect tip into her mouth. As she sucked my nipple, her hand pushed its way between my thighs, seeking and finding my pussy.

I was under her spell. All I could do was cradle her face to my breasts while she pleasured me. She stopped just short of making me come, though, and I was trembling with helpless desire as my little girl stood up in front of me, then turned slowly round, allowing me to soap her all over.

Once Chelsea was facing away from me she bent forward, resting her hands on her knees. I caressed every bit of her backside with soapy fingers.

“Mama,” she whispered, arching her bottom higher. I knew what she wanted.

Spreading her buttocks, I bent down and began to lick my little girl’s pink slit. Her gasps took on a new urgency, quickly becoming moans and cries of rapture. Unlike Beth, my oldest daughter was quite capable of reaching orgasm, and making her come thrilled me as much as any sex I’d ever had. I buried my tongue in Chelsea’s anal cleft, licking up and down the smooth crack as my fingers stole between her legs to touch her there. Soon she was shivering violently, head thrown back, mewling in ecstasy as I brought her off.

As soon as Chelsea caught her breath, she turned to me and smiled. “Now you,” she whispered.

Without a word I stood, leaned back against the wall and put a leg on the edge of the bath. My girl got onto her knees before me and buried her face in my minge. Her tongue emerged to lick, caressing the sticky pink flesh, loving me just as I had her. Chelsea feasted on my pussy, then turned me around and tongued my asshole, pressing her mouth between my buttocks. Finally she nuzzled a path back to my cunt, seeking out the erect clitoris and sucking it between her lips as two of her fingers found my vaginal opening and decided to pay a visit.

I had taught her well. My thighs were quivering uncontrollably as she pushed her fingers into me, right up to the third knuckle. I screamed into my hand, clamped tightly over my mouth throughout the sweet agony of orgasm so that I wouldn’t awaken Beth.

Even after her own climax, Chelsea was still very frisky. She began to masturbate herself as I sank into the water, panting for breath. After a moment I sat up, and before I knew it, my little girl threw one leg over me, offering up her bare slit to my hungry gaze. “Mama… oh, Mama,” she begged.

I gave my daughter what she craved. She sobbed with a child’s innocent joy as I kissed, then licked at her clit until she came again. Sinking back into the water with me, Chelsea and I shared a passionate kiss.

We made love in the water. We made love wrapped in towels. And we made love on my bed. When my daughter and I finally drifted into slumber, we slept with our bare bodies entwined. I hoped that she would never tire of this delicious intimacy we had discovered together.

Then there was baby Beth. So adorable and affectionate at three… would she want to be part of our incestuous loveplay when she grew older?

Continue on to Chapter 3

By JetBoy

I gave birth to my second child, a beautiful little girl I named Beth, seven years after I had Chelsea, my firstborn. The advice I received back then was to feed Chelsea with formula milk — and I foolishly listened. Looking back, it was more to do with wanting to keep my youthful figure than anything else. I allowed myself to be selfish, at my daughter’s expense, and regretted it ever since. Now I know that for newborns, the breast is always best.

When I started nursing Beth, I’d had no idea how sexually stimulating it could be… but the first time she drank from my nipple, I was on fire! It was sensual and loving in a way that made coupling with my husband Dan seem coarse by comparison, much as I love him.

Beth positively adored being fed. In fact, even when she was three and I had no more milk to give, my baby girl still came to me to nurse… and I had decided that I would let her, for as long as she wanted. So nearly every night after her bath, I would remove all my clothes and take little naked Beth to my breast. My pussy would drip just from anticipating it.

I’d caress her bare body as she purred contently, that warm little mouth enveloping my nipple. She was totally relaxed and happily spread her legs, allowing me full access to every part of her. I would touch Beth all over as we lay naked together, even her tiny slit. It’s part of her body, after all… and, to my mind, no more wrong to fondle and caress than her toes. Besides, it made my daughter happy, and gave me pleasure, too! In fact, I often masturbated while nursing Beth, as long as no one else was around.

I think that Chelsea, who was ten at the time, was a bit jealous of the attention I gave her baby sister when she nursed from me, so I tried not to do it in her presence — especially those private times when Beth and I were nude together. I did feel regretful about having bottle fed Chelsea, but didn’t know how to make it up to her other than showing her as much affection as I could, always letting her know that she was loved. Still, I did get the feeling that, on some unconscious level, my ten-year-old sensed the special bond that Beth and I shared, and felt somewhat left out.

I began to seriously consider weaning Beth from my breast, much as the prospect saddened me. Luckily, things worked out in a much nicer way.

It happened one evening when Chelsea was at choir practice, and Beth was with me in the living room watching Blue’s Clues. My little girl was sitting on the floor at my feet, her back to the sofa. Then, during a commercial break, she turned, raised her arms to me and cooed “Mama?”

This was her signal — my child’s way of telling me that she wanted to nurse.

My heart seemed to swell in my chest as I lifted Beth into my lap, her tiny hands reaching for my breasts. Just seeing that had my pussy throbbing. Usually we waited until after her bath for our nursing session, and always did it in the upstairs bedroom, behind closed doors. But right then, she and I were the only ones home. Dan wouldn’t be home from his job at the oil rig for three more weeks, and Chelsea was good for at least another hour of choir practice. Why not? I thought.

I stripped off my t-shirt and bra, then slipped out of my panties. Now naked, I removed Beth’s frilly dress and her tiny underpants and sat back on the couch with her nestled in my lap. She fell to my left breast and its erect nipple and locked on, sucking happily.

I was already wet, so my fingers slipped into my cunt like a knife into warm butter. I began to masturbate with one hand, cradling baby Beth to my breast with the other. I don’t know why, but I was more aroused than usual — maybe it was because I was being so brazen, getting myself off near the living room window, where anyone could see me if they came near enough.

Wanting to share the pleasure I was feeling with my little girl, I began to caress her nipples, then trailed my fingers down her body until they were nestled between her thighs. I allowed a single fingertip to glide up and down Beth’s slit, touching her as I would a lover. Her eyes glazed over as we took pleasure from each other.

I was so incredibly hot by this time that I failed to see Chelsea arriving home early from choir until she entered the room, gasped in shock and fled. I was still fondling Beth’s vulva with one hand, fucking myself hard and fast with the other when the slam of the door jolted me from my sexual trance.

With a sinking heart, I knew that I’d have to have a talk with Chelsea and somehow explain what I was doing cuddling with her baby sister in such an intimate way. In the meantime, though, I couldn’t thrust Beth away while she suckled from me. So I continued to nurse her, wondering what I was going to say to Chelsea. Had she seen my hand between Beth’s legs? How was I going to make sense of something like that to a ten-year-old girl? Could I make her understand the reason for the pleasures I shared with her little sister, when I barely comprehended them myself?

Then the door opened once more, and I stared in disbelief as I saw Chelsea standing before me. She was naked.

She gazed deep into my astonished eyes, then said, “Mama?” exactly the way that Beth did when she wanted to nurse.

She never called me that anymore — for several years, I’d been “Mom” to her. My heart pounded as I realized what my little girl was asking me to do.

Even if I’d wanted to, I couldn’t have told her no. I extended a hand to my daughter, beckoning her to me. Chelsea knelt onto the sofa and slowly, slowly brought her mouth to my right breast. I whimpered as she lightly kissed my very erect nipple, then moaned when she sucked it into her mouth.

I stared in happy disbelief at the sight of Chelsea at my breast, a dreamy look in her eyes. Beth had nursed enough to satisfy her for now, so I laid her down by my side… where she watched her naked big sister, now experiencing the same pleasures she’d already enjoyed.

Chelsea lay sprawled on top of me, my nipple still in her warm mouth as I held her bare body to my own. A wicked impulse overtook me, and I allowed my hand to drift slowly down her back until I was caressing her pert little bottom. The purring sound she made let me know that she liked what I was doing, so I grew bolder still. My fingers delved into the crease between my little girl’s buttocks to stroke her rosebud, then journeyed down further, until I found her smooth, slippery vulva. Chelsea arched her bottom, encouraging me to touch her… and I happily obliged, stroking her slit until she was squirming atop me. She raised her face to mine, her eyes wide as new feelings surged through her boyish body. “Oh, Mom,” she whispered.

I found her clitoris and gently toyed with the tiny nubbin, quickly taking my daughter to a shuddering orgasm.

Spent, she lay in my arms, her breath warm against my tingling nipple. Meanwhile Beth was sitting up, clearly ready for more after watching her sister… and she held her hands out to me, cooing, “Mama?”

So I took baby Beth back to my breast, and she eagerly sucked my right nipple into her mouth. Chelsea turned onto her side and wrapped her arms around my neck, her sweet face now inches from mine. “I love you, Mom,” she murmured, eyes bright with joy.

“I love you too, honey,” I replied, bringing my lips to hers in a gentle, lingering kiss. When I drew away, she followed to kiss me again. This time, I traced Chelsea’s lower lip with my tongue… and my little girl simply melted into me, her mouth opening to welcome my loving intrusion.

Soon Chelsea and I were kissing passionately, our tongues engaging, mingling. Before long, she had taken my lead and slipped her hand between my legs, her fingers exploring the thick bush, seeking out and finding the moist flesh the dark curls concealed.

I guided her, silently showed her how to touch me the way I liked best. She quickly got the hang of it, and began to masturbate me while we continued to kiss. Within two minutes I was crying out loud as her little hand brought me to a blissful orgasm.

That was the end of Chelsea’s jealousy. Things were different between us, better. She now had a code word that meant I want you to make love to me. It was the word that she learned from her sister, “Mama.” When she called me that, my little girl and I would both undress and come together as lovers. And sometimes, Beth would be there too.

Continue on to Chapter 2