Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

 

 

I was just arriving home for my first visit since starting college nine months earlier. The road was dusty, and a thick haze of June heat hung over the Kansas landscape as I tooled my Civic through the twisting roads that led to the family house.

School had been an amazing experience, but I’d missed my mother and baby sister something awful. After a week of grueling exams, nothing in the world appealed to me more than the prospect of summer vacation in my beloved home town.

My heart swelled with joy as I made the turn into our driveway. The prodigal daughter, returned at last.

My mother came running out when my car pulled up in front of the house, and I jumped out and ran to her. We hugged tightly, and I could feel her firm breasts through my dress as our bodies pressed together. My mother seldom wore a bra when she was at home during the summer because of the heat, and her nipples brushed tantalizingly against mine. I was stunned to feel an unexpected surge of arousal.

I’d never fantasized about incest before, but my recent experiences in lovemaking with other girls at school suddenly had me thinking about my beautiful mother in a whole new way.

“Oh, Cheri, it’s so good to have you home!” Mom exclaimed happily, an arm wrapped cozily around my waist as we made our way to the side door that led into the kitchen.

“Where’s Julia?” I asked, looking around for my younger sister.

“She got cast in the school play. She’s in rehearsal, but they’ll get her home in time for supper,” my mother said. “All Julia’s been talking about lately is how excited she is to be hanging out with her big sister again!” She laughed. “I’m warning you now — she probably won’t give you a single moment to yourself.”

“I can’t wait to see her.”

“Julia’s grown up a lot in the last year, you know,” Mom said. “You might not recognize her — she’s turned into an honest-to-God woman.”

I shook my head, a little awed by the passage of time. “Seems like she was only a scrawny stick of a kid the last time I was here.”

“Come sit down, Cheri,” my mother suggested. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

Mom and I went into the living room and sat down beside each other on the sofa.

“So how is school?” she asked as she sat back.

“Fine — but let’s talk about that later, Mom. That drive just about wrecked my head, so I just want to think about home right now,” I murmured, stretching myself.

“I’m so glad to see you, hon,” she said, impulsively giving me another hug.

God, her body felt so good against mine. I had to calm down before my newfound arousal revealed itself. I’d done some wild things since starting college, but I couldn’t believe I was getting turned on by my own mom!

“Y’know what, Mom — let’s talk in my room. I want to put my clothes away so they don’t get completely wrinkled,” I said, getting to my feet and reaching for my bag.

“Sure,” Mom said, and we climbed the stairs together.

Entering the cozy, familiar space of my bedroom felt so damn good that I got a little misty-eyed. It was as if I’d never been away. Mom had even put a bunch of fresh-cut flowers in the vase I kept on my dresser.

Tossing my suitcase on the bed, I unfastened the latches and flipped the case open.

“My goodness… you have some very nice clothes, hon,” she said as she lifted a rouge-red dress out of the suitcase, holding it out at arm’s length.

“Why don’t you try it on? We’re about the same size,” I suggested, as I began hanging my things in the closet.

“Oh, I couldn’t do a dress like this justice,” she said with a dismissive laugh.

“Don’t be silly, Mom. You’re thirty-eight years old and you still have a great body. You’re incredibly sexy without a bra, y’know… and I’ll bet you still look really good naked,” I told her, feeling reckless.

“Why, Cheri — what a thing to say!” she gasped, blushing.

“Well, it’s true,” I assured her, while thoughts of what I’d like to do to her luscious body burned in my brain. I wasn’t even fighting my illicit feelings for Mom now. Hell, I was practically flirting with her!

“I do try and stay in shape,” she said as she twirled around for me.

“Oh, it shows. I’ll bet you still have a lot of great sex, too,” I giggled.

“Not as often as I’d like, but yeah,” she laughed, still blushing a bit. “I know a couple of fellas who are good for the occasional romp in the sack.”

You know a woman who’d like to romp with you too, I thought, amazed at just hot Mom was making me. Only one thing to say to her right then…

“Quit stalling, Mom. I want to see you in this dress. Get out of those clothes already, and try it on!” I urged my mother, holding the dress out to her.

“Oh, all right,” she said, picking up the red dress. It was a simple wrap-around style and somewhat sheer.

My mother pulled the t-shirt over her head and draped it over a chair, casually baring her breasts. I held my breath as I looked at them — full and beautiful, with only a hint of droop. I’d seen my mother nude before, but she’d never looked so good to me as she did then. The thought of sucking her nipples caused my cunt to moisten.

“I’ll have to put on some other underwear with this dress,” Mom said as she lowered her jeans, revealing black panties. “They’ll show right through.”

“Love the panties, Mom!” I said.

“I do like sexy underwear,” she admitted.

“Don’t bother with changing them, though,” I suggested, my pulse racing. “Try the dress without panties. It looks a lot better that way.”

“No underwear. Aren’t you the bold one!” my mother exclaimed as she slipped into the dress. “Here — help me balance while I take them off.”

I stepped forward to assist. Grasping her arm, I pretended to accidentally brush the nipple of her left breast. God, I could actually see it stiffen through the material of the dress.

“These are pretty snug — but I like my underwear tight,” she said as she peeled off her black panties and carelessly dropped them on the floor.

“Wow, Mom… you are so beautiful,” I said, stepping back and admiring her figure through the tight dress.

“Oh, you! Well, I was a real looker, but let’s face it — the years have taken their toll,” she sighed.

“Are you kidding? You’re a knockout. Nice tits, great ass and a pussy that looks good enough to eat,” I said, impulsively throwing all caution to the winds.

“Excuse me?” she asked with a curious smile on her face. “How much do you know about eating pussy, young lady?”

“You’d be surprised,” I countered.

“Oh,” she said, her eyes widening in astonishment as my words sank in. I had a feeling that she understood exactly what I meant.

“What about you, Mom?” I asked her softly. “Have you ever…?”

She was silent for a moment, obviously thinking, then finally spoke. “When I was in college, I had a lesbian relationship with my roommate Vicky,” she murmured, then arched an eyebrow. “Are you shocked, hon?”

“No, why should I be? Making love with women is an incredible experience,” I replied.

“So you have slept with other girls.” she asked.

“Oh yes… and loved it,” I said, my heart pounding like a triphammer. I handed her a pair of fiery red panties that matched the dress perfectly. “Here — try these on, Mom.”

She made no move to take them, just gazed at me thoughtfully. “Do you think you might be a lesbian?” she asked.

“Just because I like to fuck women doesn’t make me gay,” I said. “I do prefer them, though. It’s been months since I last fooled around with a guy.”

“Well, I thought I might be a lesbian back in those days. I was very much in love with Vicky, you know,” Mom said wistfully. “I have to admit, I’ve thought about getting involved with another woman since your father left.”

I was nearly trembling with excitement, trying not to let my mother notice. “You’re just bisexual like me, Mom. Nothing wrong with that.” Again I held the red panties out to her. “Here, put these on.”

She plucked them from my hand. “I should warn you, these will look pretty funny on me. It’s been awhile since I’ve shaved down there,” she said, stepping into the panties and tugging them up. Lifting the skirt, she displayed herself to me. “How does it look?”

She was right — her dark pubic curls were thick enough to show around the crotch. Somehow, though, I found the sight incredibly sexy.

“Oh, not too bad. Here, I’ll try to tuck most of it inside,” I quickly said, dropping to my knees in front of her, my face just inches from her cunt.

I started to work along the edge of the elastic, pushing her pubic hair beneath the front of her panties. I let my fingers slip a little deeper each time, until they were brushing my mother’s labia. In no time at all I felt her sex beginning to grow wet — and she was making definite sounds of pleasure. As for me, my heart was pounding so frantically that she must have been able to hear it.

Unable to restrain myself another second, I reached up to grasp the waistband of the red undies and slid them down Mom’s thighs to her feet, baring her cunt. The aroma of womanly heat filled my nostrils. With trembling fingers, I reached out and stroked the warm, moist flesh.

“Oh, Cheri… it’s been so long since a woman has touched me that way,” she moaned as I teased her clitoris with my fingertips. “Don’t stop!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” I said, leaning in to lick my mother’s slit. I ran my tongue along her labia as slowly and sensuously as possible, ending up with her clit between my lips.

“Oh my God, yes. I’d almost forgotten how good that feels. OH! Oh yes!” she gasped as she sat back on the bed, and I began to eat her cunt like a lover.

I took both thumbs and parted her labia. She spread her thighs wide, opening herself to me, and I eagerly took what she had to give. I licked and sucked at my mother, savoring her smell, her wetness, her heat, her taste — incredible!

Finally, seeing she was about to come, I trailed my hand down to Mom’s butt crack and slowly inserted a finger into her anus as I sucked her clit into my mouth.

Mom was thrashing about on the bed helplessly. She was coming like a wild beast might, wailing and moaning in ecstasy. Her cunt was a river, and I drank deep from my mother, loving every drop. My finger pumped in and out of her rectum as I finished her off.

Her body slowly relaxed into stillness, except for the rise and fall of her chest that accompanied each drawn breath.

I sat back on my heels and gazed lovingly at my beautiful mother, happy and glowing in the aftermath of sexual pleasure. And I had given it to her!

She finally sat up and looked down at me. Her face was flushed as she continued to draw deep breaths. “Oh, honey,” she sighed, “that was incredible… I don’t think anyone’s ever made me feel so good before.”

“I love you, Mom,” I said, still on my knees before her.

“I love you too, my darling daughter,” she whispered, extending a hand to me. “Kiss me, Cheri. I want to taste my pussy on your mouth.”

I crawled into my mother’s arms. We looked into each other’s eyes for a long time, then came together in a tender kiss that quickly grew heated and hungry. Her lips were soft and yielding, her tongue eager and sweet. As we kissed, her hands claimed my breasts, brushing my nipples through the faded Buster Keaton t-shirt I wore.

“You are so beautiful, Cheri,” she said, pulling away to smile at me, “you remind me of myself when I was your age.” She giggled. “Wow — it’s like I’m fucking a younger version of me. Kinky, huh?”

We kissed again. It was deep and sexy and her hands were all over me. Mom tugged my t-shirt up and off, then unfastened my bra as I kicked away my sneakers. Kneeling before me, she slid my shorts and thong down in one fluid motion.

Now that I was as naked as Mom, she drew me into a warm embrace, where we just necked for a long time. Then she slid between my legs and began to feast on my pussy.

She was an expert, bringing me to the brink of climax, only to pull back and then start all over again. She continued loving me this way until I could hold out no longer. “Oh, Mom — I’m coming!” I cried out.

She spread my legs, plunging her tongue deep into my cunt, and I exploded in an orgasm that felt like the Fourth of July. She literally drank from me as I lay in a puddle of languid pleasure.

Later we showered together, taking the opportunity to make each other come with soapy fingers. After toweling one another dry, we cuddled naked on the sofa, occasionally sharing long, deep kisses.

By the time Julia came home, Mom and I were dressed. When the car pulled up, the rear door opened and out stepped my fourteen-year-old sister. She gave a quick goodbye to whoever was driving, then turned to me, beaming as her friends drove away.

Wow! I recognized her face, but Julia’s body was something else again. She was now a blooming young woman, not the skinny kid I used to know. She was now tall and slim, with an impressive pair of breasts that rose and fell with each breath she took. Her tummy was flat and smooth, and she had long, sun-tanned legs.

My baby sister was gorgeous–and the sight of her was causing tingling sensations between my thighs that were all too familiar.

“Cheri!” she squealed as she ran to me and practically threw herself into my arms.

“Julia, you are so, so beautiful!” I exclaimed as I felt her breasts press against mine, causing my nipples to stiffen like they had when I’d held Mom.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she said, and I could feel deep flickerings of arousal surge through my body. Jesus — was I getting hot for my sister now?

“I’ve missed you too, sis,” I murmured as we broke our embrace. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught my mother’s knowing look. Then I realized that she’d seen my erect nipples through the thin material of my halter top.

“Let’s go inside and have supper, girls,” my mother advised, a thoughtful smile on her lips.

*****

The next morning, we three were sitting around the table, eating breakfast, chatting about anything and everything. Mom wore a t-shirt and panties, and seeing her had me all hot and bothered again. The sexy glances she kept giving me when Julia wasn’t looking only sharpened my desire.

It was nice to have my baby sister around, but at the same time I looked forward to being alone with Mom so she and I could fuck. Then again, this newly realized attraction to my sister was working its own special magic…

“Let’s go take a dip at the swimming hole,” Julia suggested. “We can go the long way and have a nice hike through the woods, the way we used to do.”

“Sounds good, let’s go!” I said, grinning with excitement..

“Cool!” Julia giggled. “I just bought a hot new bathing suit and I’m dying to try it out.” She rose and started gathering up the breakfast dishes.

“Oh, just run along,” Mom said, “Leave the dishes to me. I’ll bet you two have a lot of catching up to do.” She turned away from the sink. “Tell you what — I’ll meet you both out there later, around noon or so. I feel like swimming, too.” She gave me a look from behind Julia’s back that had my pussy tingling.

“Okay, Mom, see you there,” Julia said, and the two of us hurried upstairs to dress.

Fifteen minutes later, my sister and I were hiking down the trail toward the quarry. She’d decided to wear short shorts and a tube top. As I marched along, watching Julia in front of me, I felt myself growing more and more aroused by my newly ripened sister.

Those shorts were riding up on her, giving me some amazing glimpses of her ass until she tugged them back down. I was only sorry that I didn’t have a better view of Julia’s front side, because I knew that her breasts had to be bouncing deliciously beneath that flimsy top.

After a while, Julia gave up the battle with her shorts which, by then, had crept quite snugly into the crack of her ass. Catching up to her when we were out in the open again, I glanced down and could practically see the outline of my baby sister’s vulva. Mmmm, she looked yummy.

“So… how’s your love life?” I asked, wanting to know her feelings about sexuality, figuring if I could keep the conversation spicy, Julia would find herself getting hot and bothered. “Are you still a virgin?”

“Cheri!” she blurted, her cheeks gone a very fetching shade of pink. Then she giggled. “God, you still know just how to get a rise out of me. No, I’ve got a boyfriend now — you remember Herman Hazel’s little brother Sam? He was my first. My only, actually.”

“Good for you!” I was thrilled to know that my sister was sexually experienced, even if it was only with a boy. “So… is the sex good? He keeping you satisfied?”

She hesitated, then spoke. “Well… I kinda have a problem with that, Cheri.”

“What do you mean?”

“Cheri, I don’t want to shock you, but… oh, I don’t know, I think there’s something totally messed up with me.”

“Why? What’s the matter?” I asked, growing intrigued.

“Well, Sam and I, um, do it as often as we can… but — oh, I don’t know, he’s good, but somehow it’s just not enough.” She sighed heavily and continued. “I can’t stop thinking about sex… and it seems as if everything turns me on. I can be sitting behind my desk, doing homework… and all of a sudden I’m tingling all over, and my panties are wet.” She paused, lost in thought for a bit, then gave me a stricken look. “God, Cheri… I’ve even been checking out girls! When we’re all taking showers after gym, I keep noticing how, um, cute some of them are.” She paused, gave me a troubled look. “I can’t even tell you the weirdest part. You’ll think I’m such a pervert!”

Okay, I couldn’t let her get away with that. “Julia, I promise that nothing you think or feel would make me think badly of you. If something’s bothering my little sister, I want to help.”

She sighed, shrugged. “Oh, okay, I’ll tell you… but if you make fun of me, I’ll rip your hair out.” Taking a deep breath, she plowed ahead. “Last week, I got turned on when Mom and I were changing clothes. I saw her naked and it made me hotter than hell.”

Oh. My. God. My heart was pounding frantically, my cunt throbbing with lust, and I had to hide it from my baby sister.

I spoke, trying to keep any trace of excitement from my voice. “Oh, Julia. There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re simply a very sensual person.”

“But getting excited over Mom?” she grimaced.

“She’s a very sexy lady.” I said. “You saw a woman nude, you thought she looked hot, and it got you aroused. Simple as that.” By then, we were drawing near the swimming hole.

“I don’t know, Cheri,” she said, setting her backpack down on the ground. “I admit that I’ve been thinking about, uh, fooling around with, y’know, another girl… but c’mon, a girl shouldn’t get turned on by her own mother!”

“Listen to me, sis,” I said, taking off my t-shirt and baring my breasts, trying to make it seem completely casual. “Sex fantasies are something that all normal people have, and you can’t exactly control them. Best to just enjoy the feeling.”

She made a helpless gesture. “But I’m always getting so, so damn horny… and it drives me nuts!”

I gave her the most sultry gaze I could. “You’re feeling that way right now… aren’t you, Julia?”

“Yes,” she said lowering her head, her cheeks flushed. “Even now, just looking at you with your top off. You’re so damn sexy, sis… I can’t help getting aroused, even by you.” She gave a wail of despair. “Oh, God… what is the matter with me!?”

“I don’t mind,” I said soothingly, placing a hand on her arm, “I think you look pretty hot yourself.”

She gave me a disbelieving look. “Then it’s, like, natural for us to — to both be turned on by each other?”

“Julia,” I murmured, moving closer, “would you like to touch my breasts?”

She flushed, but then slowly nodded her head. “Yeah… yeah, I would, but you’re my sister. I shouldn’t want to. It’s wrong!”

I brought my mouth close to her ear and whispered, “Why don’t you forget that we’re sisters for now,” then flicked her earlobe with the tip of my tongue.

“I… I’ve never fooled around with another girl. I wouldn’t know how,” she mumbled, looking at the ground, awkwardly playing with her fingers.

“Just touch me the way you like to be touched,” I murmured, reaching for her hands and placing them on my breasts.

Julia began to gently fondle my tits; her fingers brushing the tips of my nipples. They stiffened instantly to her caress. My sister’s eyes were alight with mounting excitement as her touches grew bolder.

Wanting to join in the fun, I tugged Julia’s tube top down to her waist and gently cupped her bare breasts. She drew a shaky breath. I began to roll her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, and she shivered.

“Oh Cheri, that feels so good,” she breathed. I could feel her heart pounding.

“I love you, Julia,” I crooned, my hands slipping down to her hips, drawing her into my embrace. Her eyes widened as my mouth sought hers. My sister froze in shock for a few seconds, then her lips parted to accept my tongue — and she melted into my arms as our kiss grew hot and passionate.

Breaking our kiss, I gazed deep into my sister’s eyes. She was flushed, breathing hard.

“I’m going to teach you how two women make love,” I said as I slowly dropped to my knees in front of her, grasped the waistband of her tight shorts, and began to wriggle them down over her hips. I was surprised and thrilled to see that she’d gone without wearing panties.

“Damn, sis,” I said as I eased the shorts down her legs, “your pussy is beautiful…” I paused to savor the thick, musky scent of her, “…and you smell terrific!”

Julia stepped out of her shorts, then tugged off the tube top that now encircled her belly. She stood before me completely naked, her lightly-downed cunt inches from my face. “What are you going to show me?” she breathed, her fear now completely gone.

I put my hands on Julia’s ass and drew her to me. My tongue snaked out and licked gently at her slit. “Oh,” she breathed. “Oh my God.”

My mouth was soft as a feather on my sister’s sex… at first. But I soon became aggressive, lavishing hot, sucking kisses between her creamy thighs, then pushing my tongue into the liquid fire of her cunt. She was delicious.

I could feel her legs trembling, so I pulled back and smiled up at her. “Let’s spread out the blanket… I want you to sit on my face.”

She laid our old Star Wars blanket out while I kicked off my shoes, then my shorts and panties. Soon I was flat on my back, hungry for Julia’s pussy.

“C’mon, baby sister,” I crooned, idly brushing my moistened cleft with a fingertip. Gingerly she knelt above my face, then lowered her cunt to my eager mouth.

I began licking as much of my sister as I could reach, from her vagina to her clit. Her thighs gripped my face as she rode my tongue and mouth for all she was worth.

“Oh, lick me, Cheri, eat me — OHHHH!” she cried out.

I reached up and gently spread her open. Pointing my tongue, I pushed it as deep as I could into her cunt, then began thrusting in and out. She was rocking back and forth on my face and fondling her breasts, eyes closed, mouth open, quivering with pleasure.

“Oh, God, I’m ready now. G-get me off, please,” Julia gasped… and I quickly moved to take her clit between my lips.

“Yes! Oh shit, yes,” she cried as she ground her dripping slice down onto my chin. I could feel her convulse in ecstasy atop me, her wetness slowly oozing down my cheeks.

Finally, she rolled off my face and lay flat on the faded blanket beside me. I nuzzled her face and neck as she slowly recovered.

“Oh, Cheri… what have we done?” she gasped, peering up at the sky.

“Well, offhand, I would say I ate your pussy… and, by the sound of it, you loved every second,” I said, catching my breath.

“That’s not what I meant,” she said. “We’re sisters, Cheri.”

“Right now, Julia, we’re just two women who had great sex.”

“Jeez, I’m sure glad Mom didn’t catch us,” she said, making a face. “We gotta clean ourselves up before she gets here.”

“Julia, all we did was give each other pleasure. Sharing an intimate experience. Nothing wrong with that.” I paused, then decided to tell my sister everything. “For that matter, if Mom were here… well, she probably would have joined in the fun.”

“Mom join in?” she said, propping herself up on an elbow and gaping at me in complete disbelief. “What are you, crazy? She’d never do that!”

I took a deep breath. “Back when Mom was in college, she and her roommate were lovers. And yesterday, before you got home… well, she and I got naked together and fucked.”

“Are you serious?” she asked in shock. “You, you did it with our mother!?”

“Yeah, Julia.” I replied, looking her straight in the eye. “I ate her pussy… and she ate mine.”

“Wow…” my sister whispered, utterly dazed.

“She’s a very good lover, too,” I said. “Now forget this silly hangup of yours about incest, okay? Let’s just enjoy each other.” I reached for her, drawing her into a loving embrace.

We kissed gently, then Julia suddenly pulled back. “Wait, wait. You mean to say, when I was getting, you know, all sexed up over Mom… she might’ve wanted to make love to me? Right then and there?”

“Well, I wasn’t there to see, but I bet she would have if the mood was right. She was probably just as worked up as you were. More, maybe.”

“God, that’s so freaky…” Julia breathed. Then her mouth sought out mine again, and I could tell from the intensity of her kiss that my revelations about making love with our mother had that dirty imagination of hers running wild. Finally, she broke our kiss and sat up, flashing me a naughty smile. “Close your eyes, sis.”

Ready for anything, I lay back, loving the feel of the sun on my bare skin.

A few seconds later, a pair of hands gently spread my legs apart. Julia’s fingers traced a path along the inside of my thigh, moving steadily closer to her big sister’s exposed cunt. I shivered, aching for her caress.

My labia were parted by careful fingers, and I could feel Julia’s breath, warm against the moist flesh. It was obvious that she had never done this before, but I found her inexperience thrilling. She ran her finger over my clit, and I could feel my entire body pulse to her touch.

“Um… I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do,” Julia said.

“It’s easy, sis — just like I told you before. If you know how to touch yourself, then you’ll know how to touch me,” I directed her without moving.

She was gentle and her soft touch was making my head swim. Julia spread my cunt open again… and I felt her tongue lash out and flick once at my clit. A moan escaped from my throat and it seemed to encourage her. Suddenly she was licking and kissing my pussy with a fervent passion. My body began to tremble as my baby sister ate me.

I could feel her little finger creep into my ass crack, and gasped out loud as she slid that invading finger deep in my rectum. Julia then began finger fucking my ass and licking me at the same tempo. The harder I bucked my hips to meet her probing tongue, the faster she worked my asshole.

Suddenly I was coming so hard that I nearly passed out. There was a long low moan that broke the silence of the clearing, rising to a wild, feral cry… and it was a moment before I realized it had issued from my mouth. My pleasure swiftly mounted to an unimaginable peak, then slowly faded, leaving me glowing all over.

“Julia, that was… it was beautiful!” I panted, relaxing into the blanket’s softness.

“I made you come,” she announced in awe, laying her cheek on my inner thigh while slowly removing her finger from my ass.

“You did, sis… and it was fucking great,” I purred.

She crawled into my arms, and we lay quietly for a long while.

“So you had sex with Mom, huh?” she finally said. “How was it?”

“It was incredible. She’s been with women before, so she definitely knew what to do.”

“Wow,” Julia murmured. “I had no idea.” She nibbled thoughtfully at her lower lip. “Think she’d be into… well, doing it with me?”

“I don’t see how she could resist,” I laughed. “You’re pretty damn hot, sis. Speaking of which… are you ready for more?” I was lightly caressing her pussy.

“Oh, absolutely. God, I love the way you eat my pussy,” Julia moaned as my fingers found her clit, then grinned wickedly. “Can I lick you some more while you do it to me?”

“Come to me, baby,” I said as I rolled over on my back. She straddled my head with her knees, leaned down and began to lick me again. I reached up, grasped Julia by the hips, pulled her cunt down to my hungry mouth and plunged my tongue into her.

There we were, my own sister and I, feasting on each other when we heard the crunch of footsteps approach. We quickly disentangled, managing to sit up in time to see our mother arrive.

Mom was wearing a plaid shirt that was unbuttoned nearly all the way down the front, and it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The shorts she wore were cut off jeans… very cut off. Julia and I were sitting together on the blanket when she walked over to us.

“Don’t you both look cute,” she said, smiling, “I see my girls have been playing lesbian games.”

“What makes you say that?” Julia asked, making an attempt to keep a straight face.

“Besides the fact that you’re both sitting close on a blanket, completely naked? Well, I can tell by how wet your mouths and chins are. Also, this whole piece of land smells like pussy,” she noted, fanning the open front of her shirt to cool her breasts.

“You feeling hot, Mom?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, I am, honey… in more ways than one,” she smiled, unbuttoning her shirt, “so I’m going for a swim.”

She kicked off her boots, then dropped her shorts and stepped out of them, revealing that she wore no panties. The shirt was the next to go. Now gloriously naked, she stood before us for a moment, then strode over to the swimming hole and stepped in.

“Let’s go in too,” Julia urged.

“Okay,” I agreed, and the two of us raced to join Mom, plunging into the cool water.

We swam and played for a while, splashed each other and laughed like kids. It was something like a dream, cavorting nude in the water with my beautiful mother and sister.

Eventually, we climbed out and made our way to the blanket. There we sat cross-legged and engaged in woman talk.

“So, Mom,” I began, “I told Julia about what you and I did yesterday.”

“Oh, I figured you must have,” she laughed. “Was she shocked?”

“Sure, at first,” I replied, glancing at my blushing sister, “but she got pretty excited about it soon enough. Actually, just before you got here, Julia asked me if I thought you might want to fool around with her.”

“Did she, now?” Mom chuckled. “Well, I might be into that.”

“How come you didn’t make love to Cheri when she was a teenager… or ever make a move on me, for that matter?” Julia asked, “I mean, we could have handled it.”

“Oh, I wanted to, but I was afraid,” Mom answered. “You girls have no idea how many times in the last few years I wanted to take you both to bed with me.”

“So you’ve had those feelings all that time?” I asked. “God, that must have been hard to deal with. I only realized how much I wanted you yesterday.”

“Yeah, well, I survived,” she shot back, smiling wryly.

“Oh, Mom,” I murmured, dipping my head to nuzzle her neck, my hand covering her right breast, “you don’t have to hide your feelings any longer. We both want to make love to you.”

“That’s right,” Julia said, leaning in close to kiss her.

We made out with our mother until she was trembling with desire. Julia kissed her way down to Mom’s nipples, licking and sucking at each one in turn. I gently lay her back on the blanket and positioned myself between her thighs. Her pussy shone with wetness, and the smell of her made my mouth water. Licking my lips, I spread her cunt open, revealing her juicy pinkness. Using two fingers I slowly began to penetrate her while I flicked at her clit with my tongue.

With Julia pleasuring her breasts and me eating her pussy, Mom was soon bucking and moaning with pleasure. Then Julia finally moved down from Mom’s tits to join me at her cunt. I withdrew, allowing my sister to taste our mother for the first time. She buried her face between Mom’s legs, licking her with relish.

Mom and Julia were really getting into making love, so I sat back to watch for a bit. Julia moved her body around without ever leaving Mom’s pussy, positioning herself so her cunt was directly over Mom’s waiting mouth. As they settled into the sixty-nine position and went at each other, I marveled at the tenderness and passion I saw in their lovemaking, how much each one wanted to please the other.

My desire grown sharp once more, I crawled behind Julia, parted her cheeks and began licking her asshole. I love anal play and, from the sound of my sister’s ecstatic squeal, she enjoyed it more than a little herself.

I could tell that Julia and our mother were both reaching the pinnacle of orgasm at a high rate of speed… and sure enough, within a few seconds both women were crying out their muffled pleasure into each other’s cunts in a blinding dual climax. When it was over they both rolled aside, panting in the heat of lust and the warmth of the sun.

My cunt was already wet again just from watching my mother and sister make love, so I began to gently finger myself as they recovered from their workout. Julia opened her eyes to see me masturbating, and she slowly rose to her knees, crawled over to me and brushed my hand away from between my legs. She dipped her face down and licked me lovingly, her eyes never leaving mine.

Mom lay down next to me and began planting sugary kisses on my face, down my neck, around my ears… and finally, on my breasts, flicking my nipples with her tongue, then lightly biting them. Wanting her mouth on mine, I grabbed Mom and gave her a long, deep French kiss. Her tongue flashed to life to duel with mine, and she began to fondle my breasts, her hand gliding over my throbbing nipples.

As we kissed like lovers, I felt Julia pushing my knees up to my chest, tilting my hips back. I felt Julia’s warm tongue trail its way down to my anus, and I gasped into my mother’s mouth as my sister pleasured my ass like I had hers.

Mom’s hand stole its way between my legs and caressed my dripping pussy, gently at first… but within sixty seconds she was fucking me hard with two fingers and rubbing my clit with her thumb. Her pace increased in speed and the frantic pumping of her hand was driving me absolutely wild. Julia was really giving it to my asshole, and it seemed as though she enjoyed anal play as much as I did.

Deep down inside, I could feel my pleasure building in intensity. I knew it would only be a matter of time until I exploded. It built inside of me like a deep-banked warmth, then hit me with a searing flash of concentrated heat. Mom purred happily as I writhed and rocked to her touch, wetness oozing down the insides of my thighs. Julia was still licking the crease of my ass with slow, even strokes.

I came for what seemed an eternity, nearly screaming in ecstasy, finally begging Mom and Julia to stop before my heart gave out.

Utterly sated, I lay back on the blanket, basking in the sunshine. My mother and sister stroked and caressed me as we nestled lovingly in one another’s arms.

By JetBoy

 
 

I’d been working for weeks on a crucial assignment for the corporation. Once the project was done, I jumped at the chance to escape the business world for a well-earned holiday.

I booked an apartment in Spain for myself and my daughter Cherry. She was in need of a break as much as I was and eager to spend some quality time with me. Cherry was almost sixteen and gorgeous.

Our holiday apartment was in Cadiz, part of a small complex with its own private beach. It was a beautiful place, and we had high expectations of having an amazing two weeks there. As it turned out, that holiday would change our lives forever.

We arrived late, so the only thing we were fit for was a good night’s rest. The following morning, we took quick showers, then went into the village to buy some groceries. After returning to the flat and pitching in to make an excellent breakfast, we decided to get started on our suntans. I had my bikini on and had been sunbathing for some time when Cherry came out. I was surprised to see that she was still wearing a T-shirt and shorts.

“Why aren’t you wearing your bathing suit?” I asked.

She shrugged, “Oh, I forgot to pack it… gotta buy a new one, I guess.”

Later that evening, we went shopping for swimwear and managed to find a shop that sold some. They were much too modern for me — the tops were very brief and the bottoms were like G-strings — and nearly non-existent ones at that. I’d seen some girls wearing them and they looked almost naked. Cherry managed to persuade me, so I bought her one. I suspected that she’d had left her old, far more modest bathing suit at home on purpose, but I let it slide.

When we got back, Cherry immediately went to her room to try her new suit on. A few minutes later she reappeared, looking very sheepish. “I can’t wear this, Mom.” she said.

I studied her in that tiny bikini. My daughter had grown up quite a lot recently — she was no longer a girl but a young woman, and her body had matured accordingly. The bikini top barely covered her breasts and enhanced their size and shape. The bottoms were cut away to almost nothing, just a thin piece of material coming from between her buttocks to join the one around her waist. Her ass was very shapely and attractive.

It was obvious, though, why she couldn’t wear the bikini. Her briefs were so tiny that pubic hair was showing all around the triangle of cloth covering her mound.

“Oh, honey,” I hastened to reassure her, “you can wear that! You just need to trim yourself.”

Almost in tears, she said, “B-but Mom, I don’t know how to. I’ve never done anything like that before.”

Poor girl… it was my fault, really, I should have realized what might happen with such a small suit. Then again, how could have I known that Cherry had never shaved or trimmed her pubes before?

I calmed her down, telling her soothingly that she really should wear the bikini. It did look great on her, I had to admit — Cherry had ripened into a stunning young woman, and the new bathing suit showed her body off beautifully.

I was on the point of offering to lend her my own razor when, without even intending to, I said something else instead: “I’ll do it for you if you like.”

I could hardly believe my own ears, and my daughter couldn’t either — she just gaped at me. I could feel my heart beating faster as I staggered on, trying to sound much more offhand than I felt. “It’s easy, really, and once you know what to do you’ll be able to do it yourself. I’ve shaved and trimmed myself for years, after all. You’ve got to learn sometime, so it might as well be now, right?”

Cherry hesitantly nodded, so I took her hand and led her to my bedroom.

Once there, I instructed her, “Take the bottoms off… I’ll be right back.”

She was too surprised to protest, and I left to get my shaving things and a bowl of hot water. When I returned, I put a towel on the bed and said, “Sit down here.” Despite trying not to let myself think of this in a sexual way, the thought of what I was about to do had me strangely excited.

Cherry looked uncertain as she sat down. She hadn’t taken her suit off yet, so I folded my arms and asked, “Are you sure you want me to do this? You can say no if you want to.”

She nervously moistened her lips. “It’s okay, Mom… you can shave me, I d-don’t mind.”

She made no move to remove the bottom half of her suit, though. I wondered if she needed for me to undress her — and soon as that thought crossed my mind, I wanted to do just that. Grasping the waistband, I slowly pulled her bikini bottom off, then slowly parted her thighs until they were wide open.

Cherry’s pubic hair was lush, though not enough to completely conceal her slit. I made sure she was comfortable and told her to hold her legs so I could get to work.

I sat in front of my daughter, gazing at her open pussy. It had been a long time since I had seen her naked, and now I was about to begin a most intimate task.

I’d decided that it would be easier to shave her if her pubes were moistened, so I soaked a small towel in warm water first. I looked at her and thought, here goes, then started to wash between her milky white thighs — first with the towel, then with my fingers.

At first I felt nervous when I touched her there, but soon got over it. In fact, the feel of her vulva was strangely pleasing to me. I hadn’t realized it myself yet, but I was becoming sexually aroused.

I rinsed her and dried her with a soft towel, then sprayed on some foam and started to shave her. I started below her vagina, working upwards until her pink labia gradually came into view. Too late, I realized that I had shaved away more than I intended.

Oh well, I thought, might as well finish it properly.

I stopped when I reached the top of her labia and then did the sides to leave a strip of hair about four centimeters wide. I did the top then, so that it wouldn’t show above her suit. Finally, I trimmed the hair quite short and the job was done. I cleaned her up and looked at my handiwork. Not bad, I decided.

For the first time, I looked at my daughter as I would another woman… a woman who was sexually attractive. I had been bisexual for years, and had been far too long without making love to a female. My heart was pounding as I stared at my baby’s gorgeous pussy. Her labia were parted and her vagina was opened slightly.

I looked up at her face, and was surprised to see that she was lying back, looking dreamily at the ceiling, both hands covering her bare breasts. I hadn’t noticed her removing her top, and the realization that my daughter was now completely naked had me tingling all over, especially between my own legs. Was she feeling as aroused as I was? “All done,” I said.

Cherry gave a little start and sat up slowly. Smiling at her, I went to the dressing table to get a hand mirror. Offering it to her I said, “Have a look at yourself — I hope you like it.”

She put the mirror between her legs and her hand shot to her mouth. She looked at me and then back at her reflection, then reached down with her fingers and touched herself, tracing the outline of her labia, obviously pleased with her new look. Her mouth was slightly open, and the expression on her face clearly told me that Cherry was turned on.

As she gently toyed with her moist pussy, I felt a lump in my chest, my sudden need growing strong. I knew that I shouldn’t be feeling like this — after all, she is my daughter.

I watched as her fingers moved between her legs, Cherry’s eyes slowly drifting shut.

I was helpless with desire, and couldn’t stop myself for anything. Heart pounding frantically, I reached out to gently touch her pussy. She gasped softly and drew her hand away as my fingers came into contact with her most intimate place.

This is so fucking wrong, I told myself — feeling only elation as I ran my fingertips up and down the warm, moist vaginal cleft. I knew I was treading on dangerous ground, but my arousal could not be denied. Her chest was heaving as I grew more confident in touching her. She was wide open and so obviously willing — before I could stop myself, I’d worked my finger up to the hilt in Cherry’s vagina.

I pumped it in and out, then added a second finger, making my daughter cry out loud. Her clitoris now commanded my attention — I rubbed at it with my other hand, and Cherry began to writhe beneath me. In seconds she exploded in a frenzied climax, groaning in rapture as waves of pleasure swept through her body.

She flopped back as if exhausted and I reluctantly withdrew my hands from her body. Cherry slowly recovered as I lay down next to her, not knowing what to do or say. I was stunned speechless over what I’d just done.

She started to speak, then rolled onto her side to face me, briefly kissed my cheek and got to her feet, leaving the room without a word.

My arousal still far stronger than any guilt, I pulled off my shorts and panties, then threw them across the room. Legs spread wide, I masturbated in a frenzy until I erupted in orgasm, tasting Cherry’s pussy from the fingers of my other hand all the while.

When we met later we hardly spoke — though Cherry didn’t seem upset or angry, much to my relief. It was only later that night when we were washing up that my daughter and I managed to break the silence.

The dishes done, Cherry and I went into the lounge and sat together on the sofa. As we spoke, our conversation slowly became more intimate, until we finally talked about what had happened between us earlier in the day.

I admitted that I didn’t know what had come over me, but that I had enjoyed what I’d done, and that after she left the room I’d had to touch myself. I spoke of how much she had grown up, how beautiful she was — and how tempting. Finally, I told her about my sexual experiences with other women.

I took her hand and said, “I’m sorry if I went too far over the line with you today, honey. I love you more than anyone in the world, and I don’t want to damage our relationship.” My eyes were beginning to tear up. “If you want, baby… w-we can pretend that this afternoon didn’t happen.”

Cherry squeezed my hand and smiled. “Don’t cry, Mom,” she murmured. “I really liked what you did to me. I don’t want to forget that it happened.” She leaned in close to hug me. “I mean… you were just showing how much you love me, really. I thought it was sweet.” Her eyes were shining.

My arms wound their way around my daughter. “Oh, honey,” I sighed.

Gradually we sat back on the sofa and just gazed thoughtfully at each other. In spite of myself, I felt myself becoming aroused by Cherry once again. I reached out to touch her cheek. Her eyes locked with mine, and she slowly moistened her lips.

The urge I felt then was far too powerful to deny — I moved closer and kissed her mouth.

Cherry didn’t react right away… but then her lips parted for me, and suddenly we were kissing like lovers. My tongue darted into her mouth, and she matched my passion — her own tongue flashing to life, dancing with mine.

She threw her arms around me and pulled me closer to her. Intoxicated with desire, I slipped my hand beneath Cherry’s t-shirt and fondled her breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen as I brushed them with my fingertips.

A minute or so later, she pulled away. I was afraid that my daughter was having second thoughts, but then she quickly unfastened my shirt and pushed it from my shoulders. I leaned forward so that she could wrestle it off, leaving me naked to the waist.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment. Cherry’s hands were warm on my skin as they wandered over my heaving breasts, then I felt her breath as her mouth closed over my right nipple. I gasped out loud, cradling Cherry to me.

First one, then the other, then back again, my daughter pleasured my breasts with her mouth. By now I didn’t give a damn about the consequences of our actions, and neither did she — Cherry and I wanted each other and we both knew it. She sat up, took my face in her hands, and kissed me passionately.

With a bad-girl grin, she unfastened my shorts and tugged them down and off, along with my panties. This was an aggressive side to my daughter that I had never seen before, and it turned me on so much that I was nearly shaking.

She pushed me down on the sofa — and with no hesitation, Cherry knelt between my thighs, planting her mouth right on my juicy cunt.

I whimpered “Oh… my baby girl,” as she licked and sucked frantically at my pussy. My clitoris was on fire as she nibbled at it, then she plunged her tongue deep into me, then licked her way back to my clit again.

Every atom of me was on fire, my body aching for release — and suddenly, with barely time to take a quick breath, it came.

I exploded in a frenzied climax, my body shuddering with one convulsion of pleasure after the next. With a strangled cry I jerked and thrashed until I finally lay exhausted, Cherry gently nuzzling my throbbing sex.

As I recovered, I felt my daughter crawl into my arms, nuzzling my face and neck. I could have lay there forever enjoying my sweet child’s attention, but I wanted to pleasure her now.

Raising myself, I knelt in front of Cherry and pulled her shorts off. She raised her hips to help me as she stripped off her shirt. When she was naked, my daughter lay back on the sofa, opened her legs and displayed her pussy for me the second time that day.

I didn’t need any invitation. Leaning forward, I trailed my tongue up and down her juicy crack, than began to eat her in earnest. My baby’s cunt was scrumptious — I couldn’t get enough of her.

Before long she was wriggling in delight… and then she grabbed the back of my head and held my face between her legs, crying out “Oh Mom, oh Mom, oh Mom…” as she climaxed.

By now we were both exhausted… so I took my daughter’s hand and led her to my bed. We slipped beneath the sheets, still naked, and held each close as we kissed goodnight.

She fell asleep quickly, but I lay awake for a long time with my child’s nude body in my arms. I’d made love to women before, but it was nothing like tonight.

Finally I drifted into slumber, where my dreams were of nothing but Cherry.

I was making breakfast the following morning when my daughter walked into the kitchen, wearing her t-shirt and shorts. She looked at me a bit nervously, unsure what to say.

I opened my arms and she broke into a smile, then raced across the kitchen and into my embrace.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you too,” she replied very quietly.

My lips sought out hers — and when they met, her tongue slipped into my mouth. Kissing hungrily, we began to touch one another. My hand slid down the back of my daughter’s shorts to cup her buttocks. Mmmm… Cherry hadn’t bothered with panties.

My fingers probed her butt crack, stroking her anus. Her eyes widened as I pushed my finger into her rectum and fingered her hole. God, I could already smell her pussy.

I nibbled at her ear, then whispered, “Honey… take your shorts off, then lean over the dining room table.”

Her eyes shining with excitement, she slowly stripped naked — taking her time just to tease me, even though I knew she wanted to make love as much as I did. Finally she placed both hands on the tabletop, lowering her face to the table until her cheek rested against the olive-green surface.

Kneeling behind Cherry, I took a moment to admire her shapely ass, then leaned in close to softly kiss it. She inhaled sharply as I nipped lightly at one buttock — then I slowly parted her cheeks, licking my lips at the sight of her rosebud. The ass is one of my favorite parts of a woman, and I was determined to enjoy the delights of Cherry’s adorable bottom right then and there.

I placed a soft kiss on her anus, then my tongue emerged to lightly lick at her crack. “Oh… Mom!” she gasped, suddenly trembling with excitement. I burrowed my face between her cheeks, licking her asshole harder now. She was moaning happily, loving the way my wicked tongue probed her most private place.

As I rimmed Cherry, my hand slid up her leg and along the inner thigh to nestle in my daughter’s now dripping pussy. I caressed her labia for a minute of so, thrilled by the sound of her growing pleasure.

“Oh, M-Mom… fuck! Please, don’t tease me,” she panted, “make me come!”

So I slid two fingers into her cunt with one slow, steady stroke. As she cried out loud, I firmly brushed her clit with my thumb.

That did it. Cherry nearly screamed, her body shaking and shuddering in a convulsive climax. I continued to pleasure my daughter, licking and fingering her until she gasped, “Okay, Mom, y-you can stop… I’m — I’m good.”

Rising to my feet, I led a panting Cherry over to the sofa to cuddle with me. Her face was flushed, her hair askew, her body glowing from lovemaking… God, she was more beautiful than I’d ever seen her.

I thought Cherry would need to rest awhile, but once we sat down together, she was ready for action. Her mouth sought out mine in a passionate French kiss, and her hands were beneath my robe, exploring my nude body. She wrenched the terrycloth garment from my shoulders and tossed it aside. “Mom,” she breathed, her fingers brushing my wet pussy, “you are so beautiful… so desirable.” She kissed me again, her tongue flashing quickly in my mouth for an instant, then lay back on the sofa, eyes shining with love.

“I want to lick your pussy, Mom,” she purred, palming her breasts, licking her lips sexily to underscore her request, “come sit on my face.”

I was only too happy to oblige my sexy daughter. Straddling her face, I could clearly see how excited Cherry was, and how much she wanted to taste me. Her mouth opened in expectation as I lowered myself to her face, offering my cunt to my new lover.

Her lips lightly brushed my labia… and I whimpered. She trailed soft kisses all over my mound, teasing me mercilessly. I bit my lip, body trembling with need. I wanted to scream as she continued to nuzzle my now dripping cunt.

Finally, Cherry took pity on me. Covering my slit with her mouth, she began to eat me out in a frenzy. She had me so worked up that I was coming in my daughter’s face within seconds. I let her take me through at least three orgasms before making her stop.

I lay next to Cherry, squeezing myself alongside her on the couch, and kissed her wet mouth, loving the taste of my cunt on her lips. We lay cuddled together a long time, whispering words of love and sharing sweet caresses, kissing again and again.

*****

It turned out that Cherry had made love with girls before, and considered herself bisexual like I was. She’d never fantasized about becoming sexually intimate with me before, but I guess the circumstances of that day were enough to bring us together in a new loving relationship — one that went far beyond than that of mother and daughter.

We spoke of the future, and decided that we had to hold on to this beautiful thing she and I had stumbled into. I think we both knew, on that beautiful morning in Cadiz, that we were in love.

That was two years ago, and Cherry and I now share a bed. We are still sexually intimate, and plan to stay that way.

By JetBoy

One of my favorite places to go in Miami is the nude section of South Beach, which just so happens to be within walking distance of my apartment. I’ll bring an umbrella for shade, a bottle of water and some fruit, plus my laptop and schoolbooks. I like that particular beach because I enjoy being naked in the outdoors, but also because I won’t be harassed by unwanted company. You see, among those who hang out there are some very beautiful, very gay Brazilian body builders who know me, and if some jerky guy won’t take “no, thank you,” for an answer, one of my friends will be happy to give him a quick lesson in manners.

It was Saturday afternoon on Memorial Day weekend, an unusually gorgeous day for Miami for this time of year. I was sitting on the beach and reading when I noticed a young girl of maybe fourteen walking alone on the beach, dressed in shorts, t-shirt and a hat. She was looking around nervously and seemed to be unsure of herself.

I put my book down and walked over to where she stood, giving her a friendly smile. “Hi there. Is everything okay?”

Startled, she flinched, her hand flying to her mouth. “Oh my gosh, you’re naked!” she blurted. “A-and you have hair down there.”

I couldn’t help but giggle. “Well, yeah, this is a nude beach, y’know… and I don’t shave my pubes. What brings you here, sweetie?”

She got embarrassed all of a sudden, looking away from me. “Oh… I heard that this was where, um, people could take their clothes off if they wanted to… and I kinda thought I’d come down and, y’know, see what it was like!” Giving me a shy glance, she continued. “I’m sorry if I was rude when I saw you just now. I don’t know why I acted like that… guess you sort of, um, caught me by surprise.”

“It’s okay,” I replied, placing a reassuring hand on her arm. “And you weren’t being rude – unless you jumped like that ’cause you thought I looked ugly with my clothes off.” I did a slow, casual stretch, flexing my body in a way that always drives guys nuts. “You don’t think I’m ugly… do you?” Damn, was I actually flirting with this underage girl?

“Gosh, no!” she quickly replied. “You – you’re b-beautiful!”

She had a wonderfully healthy, innocent girl-next-door quality to her that reminded me of nothing so much as a younger, much more innocent version of myself: dirty blonde hair that she wore in a ponytail, blue eyes, small breasts and slim hips.

She stirred something inside me that I didn’t understand at first. Something deep.

My attraction to her was so sudden and intense that it alarmed me. I’d been sexually intimate with females before, usually with other guys involved, but never before had I experienced desire for a girl as young as this.

It was totally crazy for me to be acting all sexy around her, but somehow, I found myself unable to resist – especially when I noticed the way she was checking me out.

I didn’t say anything, just waited for her eyes to drift back up to mine. When they did, she blushed again, embarrassed that I’d caught her staring at my body.

“So,” I purred, arching an eyebrow, “did you just come down to see the sights, or what?”

Nibbling at her lower lip, she hesitated, then leaned close to whisper, “The thing is… I’ve never been naked in public before but I, um, kinda wanted to try it. I mean, I think I’d enjoy it but I’m like, you know, totally nervous. Um, do guys get all up in your face?”

“They stare some,” I shrugged. “It’s no big deal, though. You get used to it.”

“I guess that’s okay. I just don’t want them, y’know, hitting on me.” She glanced nervously at my Brazilian friends, who were casually kicking a soccer ball around.

“You’re safe from that if you hang out here,” I told her. “Those guys are all gay, and they’re totally cool. If anyone hassles me, or even tries to, they chase ’em off.” I gave the girl a big, friendly smile. “Tell you what – why don’t you stick with me today? Been studying all morning… I could use some company.”

Her face lit up like a neon sign. “Wow, thanks! That’s so nice of you!”

I grinned. “Hey, us naked girls gotta stick together. You can get undressed and sit with me, right over there.” I stuck my hand out. “My name’s Chandra. What’s yours?”

And just like that, her nervousness was completely gone, the most angelic smile spreading across her face. “I’m Ariel. Nice to meet you, Chandra.”

She extended her hand and when I took it, I didn’t want to let go. So I didn’t – and hand in hand, we walked the few feet back to where I was set up.

I gave her a curious glance. “So, tell me, Ariel… why are you here all by yourself?”

“Oh, I couldn’t get any of my friends to come along, so it’s just me.” She spied my textbooks, piled next to my towel. “Looks like you’re doing homework. Are you a student?”

“Set your towel down next to mine… there you go. Yeah, I’m in summer school right now, and I’ll be a junior this fall at UM.”

“Oh cool. What are you studying?”

I gave her a knowing smile, folding my arms. “Ariel…?”

“Hmm?”

“It’s time.” I smiled and nodded in her direction.

“Time for…? Oh, right. My clothes. Um.” She glanced around, her nervousness returned.

I shook my head. “Don’t be afraid, girl. Go for it – you’ll be fine, I promise. Here. I’ll help you.”

Gazing warmly into those flawless blue eyes, I gently grasped her t-shirt from the bottom and pulled it over her head. Ariel wasn’t wearing a bra, although she hardly needed one. She had small, perfectly round, perfectly beautiful breasts, and I felt a warmth that didn’t come from the sun when I thought about how nice it would be to touch them. Then I began undoing her shorts, but quickly realized that maybe I shouldn’t be undressing her. With a shaky smile, I stepped back and let her finish.

Stepping out of her shorts, Ariel took hold of the waistband of her pink bikini panties, then gave me a hesitant look. I nodded my approval, and Ariel took a deep breath before tugging her panties down and daintily stepping from them.

She was lithe and elegant, with the figure of a dancer. I thought her mound was bare at first, but then I saw that she had a blond triangle of golden down so light that it was almost invisible. Now completely nude, she put her things at one end of my towel, then looked around. When she saw that no one was ogling her, she relaxed with a contented sigh.

Ariel had forgotten to bring sunblock, so I took out mine. Watching her apply the cool, creamy lotion to that exquisite body made me ache to assist. I settled for offering to put some on her bare back, which I loved doing – my coated fingers traveling down to the top of her pert little bottom.

I was utterly smitten by her.

I put away my book and my laptop, and we talked for a long while, taking a break at one point to splash naked in the sea, giggling and cavorting like the schoolgirls we were. At one point a couple of pale-skinned guys who must have been tourists made as if to come over to where we sat, but a couple of my Brazilian friends put a stop to that in a hurry. Thanks, fellas.

I got Ariel to tell me all about herself. She was fourteen and in ninth grade, totally loved science and wanted to be a biologist one day. She had pretty cool parents and lived with them in a nice house in the suburbs.

We talked about being naked, about school, music, movies, boys, sex, parents and anything else that took our fancy. At one point I asked Ariel why she’d been so surprised by my pubic hair when she first saw me.

She blushed so adorably, replying, “Well, all the girls I know shave down there, and so does my mom… I’ve never even seen hair on a woman’s, um, pussy before. I think yours looks totally sexy, though – maybe I won’t shave mine, either!” Spreading her thighs, she peered down at her own vulva. “What do you think, Chandra? Should I let it grow?”

It was all I could do to keep the arousal I felt right then from coloring my voice. “Oh, you’ll look hot either way, sweetie… but I do think that a woman’s pubic hair is sexy as hell.”

She giggled when I said that, and that made her look so adorable that I ached to take her in my arms and kiss that laughing mouth.

I’d never believed in love at first sight, but Ariel had me thinking differently. In fact, the hunger I felt for her affected me so much that I must have stopped thinking clearly. Why else would I have given in to temptation by saying what I did?

“Say, Ariel… Y’know, I live near here, in a high rise just a few blocks away. Like to see my apartment?”

She was delighted. “You have your own place? Cool. Sure!”

We got dressed, gathered up our things and set off. As we left the beach, Ariel and I waved goodbye to my body-builder chums. Just before we turned away, Jorge give me a wink that told me he knew exactly what I was up to, and I felt my face get really hot. Luckily, Ariel didn’t notice.

She and I chatted freely all the way to my place, and I found myself more enchanted with her by the minute. Not only was Ariel lovely, she was also incredibly sweet and smart as a whip.

Once in my apartment, I got us both glasses of orange juice, then gave Ariel the grand tour of the place. It’s not very big or luxurious, but she seemed impressed.

I had one regret about leaving the beach: now, we both had our clothes on. Thinking about it, I suddenly had an awesome idea!

“You know, Ariel,” I casually said, “I’m lots more comfortable naked, and I bet you are too. Why don’t we get undressed again… you know, before we hang out?”

If I’d had my wits about me, there’s no way I would even have suggested such a thing to a girl her age. What can I say? I was blinded by desire.

I wasn’t sure how she’d respond, but Ariel liked the idea, so we took off our clothes. I was tempted to ask if she’d let me undress her this time, but decided not to push it.

Once again, I drank in the wondrous sight of this golden nymph’s bare body. When Ariel sat down on the couch, drawing her knees up to her chest, that delicate sex fully exposed to my gaze… well, that was when I knew I had to have her, right or wrong. I’d never wanted anyone so intensely.

I put on a CD of funky New Orleans soul and began to move around to the music, finally breaking into a dance. With a joyful laugh Ariel jumped to her feet, already swaying to the rhythm. Her budding breasts looked positively luscious as they jiggled to her movements.

We strutted and shimmied around the room to the music, huge grins on our faces. The first track on the CD was one I knew well, called “Pass the Hatchet,” and I did a lewd dance to its hard, sexy beat. Turning away from Ariel, I bent down low and ground my hips, giving her a good look at my pussy and ass and praying she liked what she saw.

We continued to dance through the next few songs; then, as one track faded, Ariel made a “time out” gesture with her hands, then fell back into the couch. “Whew!” she gasped, fanning herself with one hand, “that was… so cool!”

While catching my breath I changed the music, putting on a CD of Bill Evans playing soft piano jazz before sitting down next to Ariel. By now, the day was drawing to its end, the room lit by the rich hues of the sunset.

“You’re a pretty good dancer, kiddo,” I told Ariel, lightly touching her thigh.

“Aw, I’m nowhere near as good as you!” she replied, blushing. “You move so… so sexy!”

I smiled at that. “Oh, I think you’re pretty sexy yourself.” Reaching for her hand, I drew my blonde angel to her feet. “C’mon, let’s watch the sun go down. It’s really something to see from up here.”

Hand in hand we walked to the sliding doors of the balcony and stepped out into the dimming day. Ariel and I leaned on the rail and watched the colors of the evening, all shades of red and orange mixed with the sky’s blue.

Ariel turned to me, touching my arm. “Chandra,” she timidly said, “I – I really like you…”

How could I have stopped myself from doing what I did then? Cupping her face in my hands, I gazed into the deep blue of her eyes, so in love at that moment that I seemed to glow like the disappearing sun. “Oh, Ariel… I like you too.”

I kissed her.

She stiffened a little bit as I pressed my lips against hers – and for a heartbeat or two, it seemed as if she was about to tear herself away from me. But then Ariel suddenly relaxed, opening up to me like a spring flower, two silken arms sliding around my waist.

Throwing all caution to the winds, I deepened the kiss; lips parting, allowing the tip of my tongue to graze Ariel’s mouth. She gave a tiny squeak of surprise, then began kissing me back.

God, her mouth was so soft and sweet that it made my head spin. I was completely sober, having had nothing all day long but water and fruit juice, but right then I felt positively drunk on this scrumptious girl of fourteen. My good sense had deserted me completely; all I saw was her.

I’d intended to take things slowly with Ariel, not rush her into anything. But the way she pressed her body against mine, the pounding of her heart, the eagerness in her kisses – no doubt about it, this girl wanted to know the ways of lesbian love.

Gently breaking away, I gave the trembling blonde teen a warm smile. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, tracing her panting mouth with a fingertip while my other hand slipped down to caress her bare bottom.

Ariel gaped at me with enormous eyes, whispering “Oh, Chandra,” as she saw and understood what I craved. And then she gave me a tiny nod, smiling shyly as if to say that she wanted the same thing.

I reached for her hand, giving it a tender squeeze, then led Ariel back into the apartment and to my bedroom. She willingly allowed me to guide her to the bed and gently lay her down, giving me a look of adoration and perfect trust. If she’d shown even a hint of hesitation, perhaps that might have been enough to restore my sanity – but right then, this child of fourteen only wanted to be loved.

Kneeling above Ariel, I bent to nuzzle her neck, pressing my lips into the hollow of her throat in a open-mouthed kiss. With a low moan she wrapped both arms around my back, hugging me tightly, drawing me down to her.

Thrilled by my new lover’s passion, I kissed a pathway between her flawless breasts, then allowed my lips to slowly glide over one of them, extending my tongue to swipe at a nipple.

“Oh!” she gasped, clutching my head to her chest with trembling hands. “Oh, gosh.”

I placed one, two, three soft kisses upon the swollen pink bud, then took it between my lips to suckle. Touching her other breast, I could feel the frantic thrumming of Ariel’s heart – and the swelling of her nipple against my palm.

“Ooooh!” she cried, arching her body as if to feed more of her breast into my mouth.

I responded by trailing my fingers down to Ariel’s belly and between those lovely legs, lightly grazing her dewy slit. She was obviously aroused, but even then I was astonished by how wet she was. A shiver raced through her when I began to explore her sex.

“Ohmigosh,” she moaned. “I didn’t – didn’t know… Oooooh, Chandra, you m-make me feel s-so good.”

Raising my face from her breasts, I claimed Ariel’s parted lips with mine, kissing her more forcefully. She responded with a passion that thrilled me, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth.

Ariel’s excitement was so intense that she was trembling all over. It struck me that I needed to bring her off quickly, so we could get into the more relaxed lovemaking I wanted us to share. So I sought out the tiny pearl of her clitoris with my fingers, gently teasing it with feather-light strokes.

She threw her head back, a wild cry escaping her lips as she broke away from our kiss. Her eyes widened in astonishment, then squeezed tightly shut when she began to come, shivering violently from head to toe, her mouth gaping in disbelief.

“Chandra!” she cried. That was the last distinct word Ariel spoke for the next minute or so. Instead she moaned and wailed as I kept rubbing her clit, my busy fingers driving her ecstasy higher and higher. Her voice rose to a tiny shriek, then she squeezed her thighs together, panting “Oh, oh God, no more – I c-c-can’t breathe!”

I withdrew my hand from between my new lover’s legs, bringing the wet fingers to my lips to taste. Mmmm, my favorite kind of candy. Her pussy was strong and sweet; just the flavor a young girl ought to have. Sugar and spice and all things nice, I thought, and that made me giggle.

Ariel’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled bashfully. “Wow,” she said. “That was… wow!”

I wish that I could paint a picture in words, one that would show how beautiful Ariel was in the aftermath of orgasm. The temptation to tell her that I loved her nearly had me saying as much, right then and there… instead, I placed a hand on her belly, gently stroking it as if she were a kitten. “I guess you liked that, huh? Haven’t you ever had an orgasm before?”

Her cheeks flushed an even brighter pink. “Well, yeah… but just from, y’know, touching myself down there. It’s n-never been like that before. I mean, I felt it right down to my toes!” She raised herself onto an elbow, giving me a longing look. “Chandra?”

“What, sweetie?”

“Um… can I do stuff to you, now?”

I reached for her, enfolding my sweet Ariel in a warm embrace. “Of course you can,” I whispered, allowing my lips to brush her cheek. “Only I don’t want you to ‘do stuff’ to me… what I’d like is to be made love to.” And I traced the edge of Ariel’s ear with the tip of my tongue, making her shiver.

She turned to me, her soft mouth seeking mine, kissing me with a boldness that stole my breath away. I rolled onto my back, and Ariel followed, crawling on top of me, fondling my breasts.

It was a dream come true, letting Ariel have her way with me. She might have lacked experience, but she was intuitive and willing to learn. And I encouraged her along the way – telling my little lover what to do when she was unsure, letting her know when it felt good, gently touching her body in response.

She was like a child with a wonderful new toy, happily examining and exploring her prize. Kissing her was utter bliss – and she felt the same way, returning to feed on my mouth again and again. Then I cradled her like a child as she suckled my breasts.

Eventually, her hand crept between my thighs, shyly exploring the rise of my vulva. “You’re so wet,” she breathed, then I gasped in mixed surprise and pleasure as her finger slipped into me.

“Mmmmyes, baby. Fuck me,” I moaned. She obliged, carefully at first; then I had her put another finger in, telling her, “You can go faster… and deeper. Don’t be afraid, you won’t hurt me.”

Then I showed Ariel how to roll her fingers around inside my vagina while working my clit with her thumb – and soon I was bucking and rocking crazily, making the headboard squeak as I came.

I was winded, panting for breath; but when she sat up to examine her sticky fingers, then licked at them to sample my juices – well, seeing that got my motor pulsing all over again, especially when she grinned, “Mmmm… I like how you taste!”

Reaching out to take her hand, I gave it a tug – and she toppled over, right into my arms. Our mouths met, and we kissed for awhile until my heartbeat became steady once more.

Ravenous for more of Ariel, I suddenly rolled the laughing girl onto her back. She squealed, her face like something from a cartoon for an instant – then my angel relaxed, gazing at at me with the most adoring eyes.

I dipped my head to leave a feather-light kiss on her neck. She sighed blissfully, hugging me close. Breathing in the perfume of my new lover’s skin, I nuzzled her throat, the underside of her chin, her elegant jawline; then nibbled at her earlobe.

Ariel was quivering beneath me, her heart beating hard and fast – and I knew that her desire was growing sharp once more.

Saying a brief goodbye to her ear with a playful bite, I began to nuzzle my way down Ariel’s body, pausing to leave an open-mouthed kiss upon each of her taut nipples. I descended to her belly, loving this flawless girl with my mouth and tongue along the way.

Her navel was adorable, a cute dimple that demanded attention. I kissed it like a tiny mouth, my tongue darting playfully inside. She gasped, then moaned, “Oh, Chandra – what’re you d-doing to me?”

Rather than answer with words, I lightly cupped Ariel’s vulva. It felt warm and alive beneath my hand, adorned with soft down – like a newborn kitten, I thought, smiling to myself. Then my fingers sought out the moist center, opening her, carefully slipping inside.

“I love you!” she gasped, arching her hips against my hand. “Oh God, I love you…”

I could have fingered her to another climax right then, but my mouth was watering for Ariel’s pussy. So I continued down her body, leaving a teasing kiss on her mound as I positioned myself between those slender thighs.

And there I was, lying on my belly, getting the first up-close look at my new lover’s cunt. I had gone down on my share of women before, but had never pleasured a girl as fresh and young as this. I’d already smelled Ariel’s essence on my fingers and loved it, but now I was breathing in the scent of her right from the source – a heady perfume that made my head spin.

Closing my eyes, I moved in to place a single kiss upon that pretty pink slit.

“Mmmmmnnnyes!” she blurted. “Oh, Chandra, don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

How could I disappoint her? Clutching Ariel’s thighs, I burrowed deeper between them, taking her cunt into my mouth. Her honey was beginning to flow, and I greedily slurped it down.

Ariel squirmed beneath me, staring sightlessly at the ceiling, cupping her slight breasts. “G-gosh,” she moaned, “that feels s-s-so oh, so good, Chandra. So good!” Her voice rose sharply on the last word, and I could tell that she was very close to coming.

So I used my fingers to spread her sex open, exposing the jewel of her clit. Trailing my tongue upward through the sweet rosy flesh, I lightly licked at the tiny nubbin a few times – a jolt coursing through Ariel’s body with each flick – then took it between my lips to suckle.

A choked cry exploded from Ariel’s throat, and she began to thrash about, hands scrabbling at the sheets. Oh, God,” she panted, “oh, God, oh G-god, ohgod, ohgodohgod OH! CHANDRA!”

I continued to strum Ariel’s clit with my tongue while gently squeezing it between the lips. I’d been taught that little trick by my first female lover, a friend of my mom’s who had enticed me into bed one night after she’d hired me to help out at a dinner party. It almost never failed to drive women wild – and right then, my fourteen-year-old partner was on the verge of a complete meltdown.

Finally, I knew she could take no more, so I withdrew, leaving gentle kisses on Ariel’s thighs as she caught her breath. Before long, I felt her tug at my shoulder.

“C-can you hold me?” she whispered.

I crawled up and into Ariel’s waiting arms, and she hugged me close. I heard her sniffle, then gulp; and to my sudden horror, saw that she was crying.

“Baby?” I whispered, my heart suddenly racing. “Wh-what’s wrong?”

“Oh, Chandra,” she sobbed, “that was s-so beautiful… no one’s ever made me f-feel like that!” She drew back, gazing at me with tear-filled eyes. “I – I love you.”

A wave of emotion washed over me as I gaped at this adorable girl, feeling my heart go out to her. “I love you too, Ariel,” I whispered, shocked at the realization that I was speaking God’s own truth.

I’d never told anyone I loved them before – at least, not since my parents, back when things were still good between us. But what I felt for Ariel at that moment was like having the sun inside me, warming my soul. It was beautiful, and a little scary. I mean, she was still just a kid!

Ariel didn’t give me much time to sort out this tangle of emotions, though. Before I could say another word her mouth was on mine, she had me in an impassioned clutch and giving me a clumsy French kiss that had my head spinning. My shy little lover was eager to return the pleasures she’d just experienced – maybe a little too eager.

“Ariel… Ariel!” I gently admonished as I broke our kiss, putting my fingers to her lips. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Mmm, yeah – s-sorry,” she replied sheepishly, her cheeks a rosy pink. “But I’m just so, so, so excited! Oh, Chandra, I want to do everything with you… all the stuff you showed me.”

“Oh, I’m cool with that!” I grinned, lying back with both arms behind my head. “Don’t rush it, though. Be gentle at first… then, when you want to get all wild, it’s even better.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “That kinda makes sense.”

I gave Ariel my best come-hither look. “In that case… I’m ready.”

Soon we were kissing again, Ariel’s mouth soft as a whisper, her tongue engaging mine. Then she began to nuzzle a path down my body, and I gave myself up to her, completely.

My impressions of that time, of being made love to by this curious girl of fourteen – they remain fleeting, scattered. I was there in the moment, lost to all else. Ariel’s hands, fingers and mouth took me someplace I’d never been before.

Oh, she was new to this dance of passion, still a little clumsy and uncertain. But each caress, every touch, glowed so strongly with the warmth of affection that her lovemaking was transformed into something truly beautiful. Like a poem.

She lingered for a long while on my breasts, I remember that. My nipples seemed to delight her, and she explored many different ways of teasing them – with fingers, lips, tongue, even teeth.

I recall how Ariel pressed her face into my tummy, whispering “So soft,” adorning me with dozens of tender kisses.

Then there was the moment when she lay between my trembling thighs, her breath warm against the wet heat of me. She hesitated for a few heartbeats – was she gazing in awe, relishing her first close-up glimpse of a woman’s pussy? Or was she breathing in the scent of my excitement? I never knew… because when her tongue emerged to take that first lick, I was lost to all but pleasure.

She was a novice, of course. But at the same time she ate my pussy with such tenderness, such affection, that I felt bathed in love. First there was licking, then light kissing – then deep, hungry kisses, lips parting; her warm, wet tongue entering me. I’ve fucked my share of women and men, but have never been adored like that by a lover – before or since.

Suddenly I was coming hard, each new breath hissing through clenched teeth, cradling Ariel’s head in both hands while she continued to love me with her mouth. Before the first orgasm had faded, she began to suckle at my clit; I barely had time to gasp before another climax kicked in.

The next thing I remember is Ariel lying in my arms, covering my face with gentle kisses.

“Um… did you like that okay?” she asked, an anxious look on her face.

I was so giddy right then that I couldn’t help but laugh. She was puzzled at first, but burst into giggles when I grabbed her in a big tiger hug, rocking us both to and fro.

When I released her, I cupped Ariel’s face in both hands. “It was way better than ‘okay’, sweetie… you were fucking incredible!” And with that, I planted a brief but emphatic kiss right on her lips.

She grinned hugely, thrusting a fist upward in a gesture of victory. “All right!”

By then the room was pretty dark except for the lamp on my nightstand. I glanced at my alarm clock – 7:51 PM. “Uh, Ariel… I hate to bring this up, but what time are you supposed to be home? It’s nearly eight.”

“Oh… crap.” Ariel set her mouth in an adorable pout. “My parents are pretty cool, I won’t get in any big trouble… but I do kinda hafta get going.” She gave a wistful sigh. “Wish I could spend the night.”

“I wish you could too, sweetie, but…” I was smiling, but when Ariel mentioned her parents, I began to feel a little weird about what I’d just done – made love to an underage girl.

We got up and wandered out to the living room, where Ariel and I gathered up our scattered clothes and quickly dressed. No time to shower off, so Ariel washed her face and hands in the bathroom sink.

I didn’t have a car, so I couldn’t give Ariel a ride home, but she told me it didn’t matter – she’d could just catch the South Beach Local, which covers the whole area and only costs a quarter to ride. There was a bus stop a couple of blocks away, and of course I offered to accompany her there.

She wanted to kiss some more before we left the apartment, so we did. I was really getting mixed up inside, though – kissing Ariel got me all warm and fluttery in my tummy, but at the same time, that uncomfortable feeling was getting stronger.

We set off for the bus stop. She was incredibly chatty and animated, while my mood was subdued. Now that the heat of my lust was spent, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d done something very wrong. I had to keep those thoughts at arm’s length, though, while I was with Ariel – it wouldn’t do to spoil the moment for her. We made plans to meet for breakfast the next morning.

The bus was just a couple of blocks away when we reached the stop, so there was only time for a quick goodbye. We hugged and shared a brief kiss, and then the bus was pulling away, Ariel racing to the back and waving at me through the window. I waved back, then stood there until she was gone from sight.

My walk back home was a troubled one, feelings of guilt growing with every step I took. What have you done? I admonished myself. You seduced a fourteen-year-old. Practically a kid, damn it!

I tried to argue with myself. She wanted to, she was ready! And she loved it.

That’s a bullshit excuse, my conscience fired back. Ariel’s still a child, too young to know what she wants. If you let yourself off the hook for this, then what about your parents, what they did to you? After tonight, are you any fucking better than they are?

I gritted my teeth. That particular arrow had landed a direct bulls-eye.

Years after the fact, I still harbored feelings of bitterness about the sex games my mother and father had drawn me into at the tender age of twelve. They never touched me, just had me take my clothes off and watch them fuck. My parents had this weird thing about looking at my little girl parts while they fucked and fondled each other, and their excitement got me excited too. So I got drawn even deeper into Mom and Dad’s love lives.

The problem was that the sex started to crowd out the parent and child part of our relationship. However much I liked the hot, steamy antics we got up to behind closed doors, I was still a kid who needed her mommy and daddy. But at the same time, I was starting to want to break the No Touching rule, to join my parents on the bed and play grownup games.

It was a lot to grapple with, for a girl who hadn’t even had her first period yet.

Then one day Mom came home and caught Dad breaking the rule for the first time, licking my pussy. I was naked from the waist down and lying back on my bed, legs on the floor and my father on his knees in between. She raced into the room, screaming her head off, just when I was about to come.

Dad tried to bluff his way out of it, but he was stone cold busted – and Mom was pretty pissed at me, too. Right then and there, she pulled the plug on our sex play, forever. She yelled that since neither of us could be trusted to live by the rules, we couldn’t have the game any more. Period, paragraph, end of story.

So there I was, a child who’d been given a taste of sex and loved it, suddenly cut off. What made it even worse was that I didn’t really get my parents back, at least not like before. There was a distance between us, one that hadn’t been there even a few weeks earlier. Mom and Dad felt ashamed of what they’d done, and without even intending to, they were taking their guilt out on me. They were just going through the motions of parenthood now, and I felt the wrongness of it, not knowing how to fix things. Before long, I found myself despising them both, realizing for the first time just how badly I’d been used.

I began to act out, to get in trouble in school. I’d been a model student, never a problem to my teachers, but that changed overnight. I constantly talked back, insulted every adult who spoke to me and encouraged rotten behavior among the other kids.

My parents started getting alarmed phone calls from the principal, but what could they do? Mommy and Daddy knew perfectly well what was the matter with me, why I’d turned bad.

I got myself kicked out of school, so my parents basically washed their hands of me, shipping me off to a boarding school for what they called “troubled youth.” But not before I gave up my virginity to a sixteen-year-old boy, though – and I made sure that Mom and Dad knew about that, too.

After I did my time, I was sent to live with my grandmother in Kentucky, where I mostly behaved myself. I stayed with her until starting college, only seeing my mother and father on an occasional holiday. That was always an awkward experience; the three of us pretending everything was just peachy, like we were actors playing parts in some boring TV show.

At nineteen, I lived on my own and had nothing to do with my parents. Oh, they still made the occasional gesture of repentance, but I wasn’t ready to forgive and forget. Luckily, my grandmother had left me a generous trust fund to pay for my education, and I was using it to get through college without any financial help from Mom and Dad.

I resented my parents for initiating sexual activity with the twelve-year-old I’d been. Now here I was, on the verge of getting romantically involved with a girl of fourteen. I’d had full-blown lesbian sex with Ariel; even told her that I loved her! Jesus, I did love her, too – just thinking about that sweet smile and those warm blue eyes made me tremble inside.

Once I made it back to the apartment, it was a restless night for me. I spent it pacing from kitchen to living room to bedroom, then did it in reverse for awhile, asking myself: What now?

Then the fear kicked in. What would happen to me if Ariel told someone about what we did, and it got back to her parents, or one of her teachers?

A wave of nausea surged through me as the possible consequences of my actions sank in. I saw myself led away in handcuffs, pictured Ariel’s parents glaring at me with hate-filled eyes, saw my name and picture in the paper and on the news, heard the word pedophile hissing in my ears.

God, if this got out… my life would be over. Even if I didn’t get hauled into court, I would surely be thrown out of college, disowned by every friend I had. I’d have no option left but to go crawling back to Mom and Dad, ask them to take me in. The very prospect filled me with horror.

Somehow I managed to calm myself. Ariel was a smart girl; surely she wouldn’t go babbling about our lovemaking to just anyone. Still, there was no getting around it what we’d done was wrong. Ariel was still a child, practically. No good could come of our being lovers.

I knew what I had to do, and that it was the right thing for both of us. Still, the possibility of hurting such a sweet girl made me cringe inside. I’d have to be gentle, explain that while we couldn’t be sexually intimate, I very much wanted to keep her as a friend.

The next morning, we met on Lincoln Road for breakfast. God, she was beautiful. We hugged, then shared a brief kiss. She giggled as she playfully grabbed my ass, then glanced around to see if anyone had noticed. Her hand slipped into mine as we walked down the block toward the café.

I couldn’t wait until after we ate; this had to be dealt with now. “Ariel?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“I have to talk to you, sweetie.”

I sat her down on the front stoop of an old apartment building and began to unburden my heart.

When I was done, there were tears in her eyes, and I was fighting back my own.

“It’s not fair,” she whispered. “Can’t we go back to your place and make love again? Please, Chandra. Please?”

“Ariel, we can’t,” I pleaded. “You’re too young. It’s wrong… and it’s a huge risk for us both.”

She glared at me. “You didn’t care about that yesterday!” she fired back. “Why’s it such a big fat deal now?”

I was panicky, terrified. This wasn’t going well. “I – I wasn’t thinking… I didn’t mean to –”

“You’re lying!” she cried, her eyes smoldering with anger. “Y-you just wanted to – to do stuff with me. All those things you s-said, it was made up. You don’t care, not even a little bit!” She was crying now.

I felt like I was on the verge of fainting, barely able to breathe. “Ariel, please,” I begged, “G-give me a chance to explain!”

“NO!” she snapped, leaping to her feet, fists clenched. “I won’t listen! You wanna g-get rid of me, that’s all. Fine, then! I’m gone!”

Desperate, I reached out and seized Ariel’s hand before she could dart away, trying to say something, anything to stop her. But all my mouth could come out with was “No, please no, Ariel –”

“Don’t touch me!” she shrieked, violently wrenching her hand free. “Fuck you, Chandra! Fucking bitch. I hate you. I hate you!” With that, she spun around and stumbled away, weeping piteously.

I was shaking from head to toe, a cold knot of pain tightening in my gut. Then I saw a city bus, coming to a halt at a nearby stop, Ariel running to catch it.

Paralyzed at first, all I could do was stare, a roaring in my ears as if the sea was trapped in my head, watching Ariel board. Walking out of my life. The bus door swung shut.

Then I was dashing headlong down the street, gasping, “No, no, no, no, no!” as the bus lazily drew away from the curb and nosed its way into the flow of traffic, then picked up speed as it moved on.

I reached the stop, but too late. “ARIEL!” I screamed, making one last-ditch, desperate attempt to keep her from fleeing. To this day, I still don’t know if she heard me.

People stopped, stared, then turned away. Nothing to see here, folks; just another emotional drama in the big city.

All I could do was watch the bus grow smaller and smaller, then finally vanish, swallowed up in traffic.

I slowly made my way back to the apartment – numb with shock, my head an abyss. God knows what I would have done or said if I’d run into anyone I knew.

As I trudged through the streets, I realized how truly lost Ariel was to me. I had no phone number, no email address. Her last name was a common one; there were probably thousands in the Miami phone directory.

I plumbed my memory for personal details. Had she mentioned what high school she attended? The street where she lived? I couldn’t recall. I’d been too dazzled by Ariel’s beauty and my attraction to her.

Finally I made it through the door of my apartment. I shut the door behind me, then sank to the floor, tears flowing freely. I lay right there for at least two hours, sobbing my heart out, torn between self-pity and self-loathing.

After awhile I struggled to my feet with stiff limbs, a pounding headache, and the imprint of the carpet on my left cheek. Shambling into the bathroom, I washed my face, then crawled into bed, burying myself beneath the sheets.

When I awakened, night had fallen. I rose, still dressed in the clothes I’d put on that morning, and wandered into the kitchen just long enough to snag a fifth of Grey Goose I had in the freezer. Then I curled up on the sofa, wrapped in my afghan, and proceeded to get hammered on slugs of straight vodka, occasionally pausing to cry again. Finally, I passed out.

Monday morning found me, ugly hangover and all, back at South Beach. Hardly anyone was there, including my bodybuilding friends, but I wasn’t there to socialize – I was clutching desperately at the off-chance that Ariel might turn up, looking for me. I’m sure I looked a perfect fool, hanging out on a nude beach with all my clothes on, but I had a class at 11:30. Anyhow, I waited as long as I was able, trying and failing to study, but she never came.

*****

Three years have passed since that incredible day with Ariel – and not a day has gone by since where I haven’t thought of her. The shame I feel for hurting that gentle, beautiful girl still lingers, no matter that I tried my best to keep that very thing from happening. I’ve had other lovers since then, both male and female, but never for more than a night or two. My longing for her still burns brightly.

I’ve always been a person with huge ambitions, eager to take on the world and make it mine. Deep down inside, though, one secret desire holds sway over all the rest: that one day, my angel Ariel will walk into my life again, and I’ll get a second chance to love her — this time, for always.

By JetBoy

I was lying on the couch, an ache in my neck where it was propped against the hard armrest. I didn’t bother to move, though, as the dull pain seemed to fit perfectly with my mood while I listened to my big sister’s pleading, desperate voice crackling over the telephone.

“…and so now I’m going to lose the house, if I don’t raise the money in two weeks. I don’t know what to do. Kris, is there any way you can help me?”

Megan fell silent, having reached the end of her latest tale of woe.

I gave a long, deep sigh. “I can’t, Meg,” I murmured, and she let out a strangled whimper.

In case you’re already writing me off as a heartless bitch, let me explain. The word my sister forgot to add to the end of her plea was again. A very important word, that.

You see, I’d been bailing my sister out of personal jams for years, loaning her money more often than I care to admit. She’d be behind with her bills, or lose her job, or some emergency would pop up – and there she’d be, at my doorstep with a new sob story. Megan could be responsible with money when she really put her mind to it. But then she’d get some crazy impulse or cockeyed scheme that would have her burning through her savings and maxing out every credit card, and suddenly she was back at square one. I love my big sister to bits, but this cycle she was locked into was driving us both insane.

The last time Megan came to me for money, I wrote her a check for $50,000 and told her gently as I could that it was a gift, not a loan, and that it was absolutely the last time. Period, paragraph, end of sentence. That, believe it or not, was only nine months ago.

“Megan, what happened to the money I gave you last year?” I was trying to keep the exasperation I felt from coloring my voice, clutching the telephone receiver so tightly it hurt.

I swear I heard her wince on the other end. “I tried to – to play the stock market… it didn’t work out.”

Obviously, I told myself. “I invested a lot of what you gave me in an internet seed company.” I was speechless. “You know – flowers, vegetable seeds.”

“Selling them online?” I managed to ask, finally. “Packets of seeds?”

“Well, yeah. And I had other expenses, you know!” she said, already growing defensive.

I sighed into the phone again. “Look, I’m sorry your investment didn’t work out. I feel awful about it, honestly I do. But, Meg… we can’t keep doing this. I can’t.”

“It’s not like you can’t afford it, Kris,” she said, a hint of anger already creeping into her voice.

“That’s not the point, Megan…”

“I can’t believe you won’t do this for me – and after all the times I’ve helped you!”

I sighed. The last time I remember Megan helping me was when I was seven, when she put a Band-Aid on my skinned knee.

“I’m sorry, Megan,” I told her again, “I love you, but I can’t bail you out anymore.”

From there, the conversation pretty much went to hell. Soon she was yelling, crying, and slinging insults. I tried to stay calm and rational, but there were limits. Finally, on the verge of exploding myself, I apologized again, told her I still loved her, and hung up.

Despite knowing I was doing the right thing, it felt awful. I really do love my sister – I even like her, most of the time. Being her safety net had grown awfully old, though. I’d given Megan a leg up so many times that now she acted like she was somehow entitled to my help. And blowing her top when I told her no really was the last straw. I do honestly want my sister to be happy and secure, but I’m not going to let myself be used.

That day, I spent so much time brooding over Megan and her problems that I was late leaving work. Before I left, I checked my voicemail and listened to her messages. There were five of them. At first she was still blustering and angry, then they grew apologetic. By the last one she was begging again, pleading for help or just a place to stay “until I’m back on my feet.”

Then when I got home, I discovered half a dozen more messages from her on the answering machine! By then, I was so frazzled that I deleted them all without listening.

I collapsed into a nearby chair, lost in thought. My sister claimed to need help, but I was no longer sure that giving her money was help. Really, it was more like feeding a bottomless pit.

She doesn’t need a loan, I thought, clenching my jaw. Christ, she needs a – a keeper!

And that’s when the idea hit me. The craziest idea imaginable – but it was also strangely inviting.

Well, I told myself, it’s not as if I’ve never taken over another woman’s life before.

It was ridiculous. She was my sister, after all. But once there, the thought just wouldn’t leave my head. I began to run through the pros and cons of it all.

The more I pondered my idea, the more intriguing it seemed. It would solve her problems, and let me give Megan the help she needed without being her doormat. Plus, I had to admit that the thought of it got me excited. I’d always had a secret crush on my big sister, ever since I first realized my attraction to girls back in high school. She’d been the first person I’d told after figuring out I was gay, but Meg had no idea that I’d masturbated to steamy fantasies about her more than a few times.

Of course, in order for this idea of mine to pay off, Megan would have to agree to it in the first place. I was almost certain she would refuse. But there was only one way to find out for sure.

It was a hell of a risk, revealing my secret self to my sister. But the possibility, however remote, that she might actually consent to my scheme – well, it was too enticing to resist.

After making up my mind to follow through with this insane plan, I decided to call Megan the next day and let her know I’d be dropping by. This was one proposal that would have to be put to her in person.

The next day was Thursday. I got to work early and spent some of the morning planning out details, on the off-chance that Megan decided to accept my offer.

Around eleven, I gave Megan a call. When she heard my voice, she immediately tried to launch into an obviously rehearsed apology.

I didn’t give her a chance to get started. “Megan… Megan. Listen to me. I can’t talk now, I’ve got a meeting in two minutes. There is something I want to go over with you, though, and it might be a solution to your problem. Can I come by tomorrow?”

I was extending a straw, and she clutched at it with both hands. “Um, yeah, of course. So… what is it?”

“I’d rather talk about this face to face. I’ll be there at eight, okay?”

She agreed, her voice buoyant with renewed hope, then we exchanged goodbyes. I knew she wouldn’t sound nearly as chipper when she got the gist of my proposal.

After leaving work the next day I drove home, took a shower, changed clothes and spent about an hour making myself look especially hot. Then I gathered up everything I needed, stuffed it in a brown leather carry-all, got back into the car and hit the road.

I felt excited and a bit light-headed as I drove, on my way across town to see my sister – and maybe, just maybe, change her life.

Megan answered the door, a bit surprised at how I was dressed. Instead of the casual clothes she usually saw me in, I was wearing snug black leather pants and a tight, sleeveless red top. I’d gone without a bra, and my nipples were clearly visible.

She came up and gave me a hug, her larger breasts pressing into mine, sending a ripple of desire through my belly.

Drawing away, Megan gave me a weak smile. “I’m sorry, sis. I shouldn’t have been such a bitch to you.”

“Don’t worry about that – it’s not important,” I assured her. “But we do have something to discuss.”

“Sure, c’mon in. I mixed up a pitcher of Cosmopolitans.”

We moved into the living room, Megan quickly pouring me a drink. I dropped my bag on the table and sat down in the big recliner. My sister’s lips pursed slightly when she heard the brass studs on the bottom of the bag click against the table, but I ignored her; this conversation wasn’t going to go the way she liked, and it was best to make that clear from the beginning.

“You said… you thought you could help me?” She began tentatively.

“No,” I corrected her. “I said that I might have a possible solution.”

“But doesn’t that mean…”

“No, I’m not here to give you money. I told you that I wasn’t doing that again, and I meant it. I can’t keep bailing you out, Megan. How many times have we been through this? And each time, you always end up back in the same hole.”

Megan looked sad, and a little hurt. I felt bad for her, but that didn’t make what I said any less true.

“No, money isn’t the solution.”

She spread her hands helplessly. “Then what?”

“What I’m about to offer you probably isn’t going to be anything you want, Megan… or even anything you care to know about, but it’s only fair that you’re given the option. It’s there for you, if you’re willing.”

“What – what option? Just tell me, for God’s sake!”

“I’ll get to it… but first I want to explain some things.” She nodded, and I continued. “Megan, you know that I’m gay, but there’s more to it than that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I have interests that go beyond sex with women.”

Megan looked confused, but was listening; so I went on.

“You see, I’m not just a lesbian. I’m also a dominant.”

She tried to process this. “So… you like to – to control other women?”

“Yes,” I replied calmly. “I take female lovers, and then I make them mine… completely and utterly mine. Basically, I own them.”

“Jesus,” she whispered.

“All of which brings me back to this situation of yours. Megan,” I told her gently, “you don’t need money. Giving you more of it won’t solve your problem; it’ll just delay it for another couple of months. What you do need is someone to take care of you.”

“What do you mean? I – I don’t understand,” Megan said.

“If you want, you can come live with me, and I’ll look after you. In exchange, you’ll do what you’re told. It’s really not much different from a job, in a way… but you get room, board, and all your needs taken care of instead of a salary.”

She still wasn’t getting it. “What, like a maid?”

I shook my head impatiently. “No, not like a maid. Just listen. I’m talking about you giving yourself over to me.” I paused, and then dropped the bomb. “What I mean, Megan, is that – well, you’d be my sex slave.”

She sat back suddenly, eyes wide with shock. It had been staring her in the face, but she’d refused to see. Now that she had, she couldn’t believe it.

“This is… some kind of joke, right?” she asked me hesitantly.

“No, Megan. I’m completely serious.”

“But how? Why? You want to have sex with me? Kris, we’re sisters!”

I reached out to touch her knee. “You’re a very desirable woman,” I said softly, “and I think we could be really good together.” She only shook her head in disbelief. “Megan, stop thinking by society’s rules, give what I’m saying a chance. We’ve always loved each other as sisters… this is just taking our feelings to another level.”

She raised her face to mine, now pale with shock. “Jesus, Kris… how long have you felt this way about me?”

I could have lied and told her something less scary than the truth – something like, Oh, it sort of struck me last night, just how much I’d love to take you to bed. But I had to be honest with my sister, especially now.

“Since I was fifteen,” I replied, somehow managing to keep from looking away.

“My God,” Megan whispered, and she began to cry.

I sat quietly, hands folded in my lap, staring silently at my sobbing sister as the cold weight of reality settled onto her. She was in trouble, and this time no one was going to hand her the money to make everything go away.

“I’m sorry, Megan,” I said with a deep sigh. “I knew you wouldn’t like the idea, but I felt I had to give you a chance to hear it.” I slowly stood and reached for my bag. “I’ll just go.”

I turned to leave, but then Megan said, “Wait.” Her voice was heavy, sullen.

“What?” I asked.

She took a deep breath, as if trying to calm herself. “I should at least know what this involves. Tell me the details.”

“Are you sure?” I asked her.

“I should at least hear you out,” she mumbled bitterly. “I owe you that much, I suppose.”

“You don’t owe me…”

“Whatever, Kris… just fucking tell me!” She seemed close to hysteria. I guess I couldn’t blame her – this was a lot to absorb at once.

“Okay, but it’s not very complicated. First, I’ll pay all your outstanding bills. I’ll give you a room, food, and all your necessities. I’ll take care of you. In exchange, you sign all your assets over to me, including the house. Most of all, you give your complete obedience to me, and do what you’re told.”

“Wh-what kind of things would I do?”

“Really, you’d have to be willing to accept almost anything. You’ll have to do whatever I tell you to – dress the way I like, for one thing. And sex, of course. I get to fuck you whenever I want, however I want. There will be regular sex, some bondage, maybe even spanking. Some of it you might not like, some could even hurt, but you’ll never be injured. And some of it… you might really enjoy.”

She nodded a little distractedly, her cheeks bright pink as she stared at her knees. “Would you be sharing me? With other women?”

I shook my head. “No. My lovers are only allowed to enjoy sexual pleasure with me.” I saw her shiver at the word lovers – whether from dread or excitement, I didn’t know.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes burning into mine. “Do you think I should do it?”

I was actually startled. “What?”

“Well, you’re still my sister, right? And you’re the one with all the good advice.” I caught a hint of sarcasm in those last two words. “What if someone else was making this offer? Would you tell me to go for it?”

I gave that a bit of thought. “I don’t know,” I finally said with a sigh. “If you honestly hate the idea of giving up control of your life, you’d be miserable with me. And you’re not completely without other options. You can liquidate your assets, declare bankruptcy – get used to living with less.” I shrugged. “You’ll be fending off bill collectors for years, at the very least… but you’ll still be your own woman.”

Nodding her head with a faraway look in her eyes, Megan seemed to close down for a couple of minutes. She was obviously thinking, but I couldn’t read her. Instead I waited patiently, giving her time to decide.

After several minutes of quiet reflection, her eyes met mine. “I’ll do it.”

I was too surprised to speak at first, but recovered quickly. “All right, then.”

“You fucking bitch,” Megan muttered, staring evenly at me, “I should hate you for this.” She slumped back on the sofa. “But I’m just… so damned tired. I can’t beat my head against the wall anymore, trying to make it and only g-getting by.” She stifled a sob. “So I guess I’ll be your little sex toy, if that means so much to you.” She was struggling with tears, but finally managed to choke them back. Closing her eyes, she sat motionless for a long moment, composing herself. Then she looked up at me. “When do we start?”

I fixed her with a steady gaze. “Megan, are you absolutely sure about this?” She gave me a curt nod. “Then it starts right now.”

“Okay,” she whispered, her face going slightly pale.

Standing, I said to her, “Come with me,” and led my sister into her bedroom.

I set my hold-all down and started going through her underwear drawers. Megan watched me passively as I started removing things and tossing them on the bed, setting aside a few choice items. That accomplished, I sprawled out on the bed, watching my sister. Her expression was still impossible to read. In fact, she wasn’t even commenting about my boots on her fancy bedspread.

I gestured toward the smaller pile. “Change into those.”

Megan said nothing, wouldn’t even meet my eyes as she started to undress. She didn’t try and make it a tease, but in a way her simple, unadorned movements made the act more provocative. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. Then she reached back, unclasped her bra and let it drop, making no move to cover herself. Next came her pants, and socks, then finally she was pulling down her panties and stepping out of them to reveal a neatly trimmed pubic triangle. She dressed with the same economical motions, and soon stood before me in white socks, a white t-shirt thin enough to show off her nipples, and tiny pink panties with white hearts.

I gestured to Megan to kneel, and she did without complaint. Going back to my bag, I pulled out a collar and slipped it around her neck. It was black leather with a simple D-ring hanging at the center of her throat. Her eyes were fearful as I buckled it; as if she realized for the first time what she was getting into.

She gave me a beseeching look, fingering the collar. “D-do I have to…?”

I said nothing, only folded my arms and gazed evenly at her. Finally, her cheeks crimson, she meekly bowed her head, staring at the floor.

I studied her for a few beats, then nodded. “Good.” I jerked a thumb at the heap of clothes I’d selected. “These are the things you’ll be bringing along. All the rest stays behind. I’ll buy you a new set of clothes later this week. Now go through your personal items, and figure out what you want to take. Only what you absolutely need.”

Megan gathered up a few photo albums, her old teddy bear, and a shoebox full of letters and postcards. Then she opened the top drawer of her night table and took out a small pile of books. I could tell by the way she held them that these were important to her, and wandered over to see what they were.

“My diaries,” she said when she saw me looking. “I’d like to keep writing in them.”

I nodded. “Of course,” I said, picking up one of them and idly flipping through its pages. I wasn’t reading anything, just seeing how she would react to me perusing her personal thoughts – she didn’t. Instead she began to go through her jewelry box, discarding most of the contents.

“These are the things I really want to keep,” she said, pointing at what remained in the box. “It’s mostly heirlooms or antiques, and a couple of special gifts. The rest is all the stuff I don’t care that much about.”

“You can keep the things you want, but mostly you’ll be wearing little or no jewelry.” I paused. “Of course, I might want to have you pierced in certain places.”

I expected her to register shock at that, but she simply nodded and began packing. A few minutes later, she closed the last suitcase. “That’s everything.”

I took out my car keys and handed them to her. “Go put your bags in the trunk.”

When she returned, I told her, “We’re leaving now. Put something on, but only on your lower half. The rest stays as it is.”

She wriggled into a small pair of denim cut-offs that went perfectly with what she had on, then slipped on a pair of cute pink sneakers. Straightening herself, she took a deep breath, then reached for her purse. “Okay… I’m ready.”

We walked to the front door in silence. As we entered the foyer, Megan said “Wait.” Opening her purse, she fished about inside for a few seconds, then produced a set of keys, handing them to me. “Here. This one is the house key, this is to the car. You can throw the rest away.”

She opened the door, emerging into the late afternoon sun, turning to take one last look into the home that had been hers for eight years. Then she strode away without so much as a backward glance.

I locked the house, we got in my car, and I started driving. After a few minutes, it became obvious I wasn’t heading to my place. My sister glanced at me, biting her lip, then meekly asked, “Where are we going?”

“To get your hair done,” I said.

Her eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing.

I pulled into the parking lot of a mostly-deserted salon. It was run by a friend of mine, who had kept her place open late as a favor to me.

As we got out of the car, I pulled another surprise from my bag. I went up to my sister and clipped a chain leash with a leather handle to her collar. She made as if to object, but fell silent, her cheeks coloring with embarrassment.

Trailing the lead in my left hand, I led her inside. My friend Sandra was there to greet us when we came in. She came forward and gave me a hug and a kiss while my sister fidgeted at the end of the leash. There were no other customers, only Sandra and her assistant.

Sandra gave me a look of admiration – flavored, perhaps, with a hint of envy. She is also a lesbian dom, with similar tastes to mine. “My, this one’s certainly a find,” she murmured, “how long have you owned her?”

My sister blushed hotly at that, but remained silent.

“Starting today,” I replied. “She’s making her debut.”

“So,” Sandra asked, “what’s your pleasure tonight? Here to get your pet groomed, are you?”

I gave that comment a small chuckle. “I am. Megan here needs a new hairstyle,” I said. “Something young and flirty. Nothing too elaborate. And no dye – I want the carpet to match the drapes.” That last got a laugh from everyone – well, everyone who wasn’t collared.

Sandra nodded, and I handed Megan’s leash to her. She took it and led my sister to her work area. I trailed along, to watch what happened. “This is Rosie,” Sandra murmured, “she’s my best stylist.” I gave her assistant a nod. She was a petite redhead with an incredible ass that seemed to beg to be spanked. I wondered if she had ever been one of Sandra’s pets.

Rosie tried to ask my sister’s opinion on a possible style, but Megan just shook her head meekly and mumbled, “It’s not up to me.” I was pleased to see my sister assuming a subservient attitude so quickly.

Rosie flushed a little, and looked at me uncertainly. I just smiled and told her “Use your own judgment,” and soon she was snipping away.

Megan has light chestnut-hued hair, with coppery highlights. I’d always wished for her color, but she insisted that I was luckier being blond. She never did much with her hair, though. She kept it long, and mostly just let it hang loose or pulled it into a ponytail.

Rosie cut her hair short, about level with her chin, then gave Megan a layered bob with razor-finished edges. It looked marvelous on her, and made her look younger. She was 28, but looked more like a college student with the new cut, maybe post-grad but still fresh and sassy. It looked good enough that I was a little jealous. Megan seemed happy with it, too, gazing in wonder at her image in the mirror.

“Oh, Rosie, that’s perfect! You did a marvelous job,” I told her.

“It really is nice… thank you,” Megan said softly.

“It turned out even better than I expected,” Rosie admitted, as she finished brushing away the loose hairs from Megan’s shoulders.

When she was done, Rosie led Megan back to me, a charmingly bashful expression on her face as she handed back the leash. I thanked her again, and handed her a folded bill.

“Here, this is for you.” Then, offering her my card, I said, “And this is for if you ever decide you’d like to try being on the other end of the leash.” I gave her a smile and a wink.

We got back into the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

“You really do look great, you know,” I said, turning onto the road.

“Thank you. I really like it, and I didn’t expect to,” she said.

A few minutes passed quietly, and then she said, “Can I ask questions? About this, I mean.”

“Of course you can.”

“Why are you trying to make me look younger? I mean, the haircut, and then you dressed me up like I was in – in an X-rated sleepover movie. Is it just because I’m the older sister?”

“No, not really. Though there’s probably a little of that there. Truth is, I just like the look. And since I can tell you what to wear, you have to deal with my tastes.”

She blushed and averted her eyes, but I could tell that this was very intriguing to her. I began to wonder if my sister had naturally submissive tendencies.

We pulled into the parking lot of a popular neighborhood café, which was pretty busy at that time of evening. As soon as I switched off the ignition, Megan put her hand on my arm.

“Do I have to wear this,” and she indicated the leash, “in there?” Her voice was tiny, terrified.

“You belong to me now,” I said evenly, “so you do if I tell you to.”

She was shivering. “Please, Kris… please don’t make me! It’s too – too public. I’m n-not ready.” She placed a hand on my arm. “Please…”

I hesitated. Truth be told, I hadn’t even planned to have Kris wear the leash in the cafe, not feeling the need to humiliate my sister. She didn’t know that, though…  and even if it wasn’t genuine, a touch of mercy given at such an emotionally charged moment might soften her up even more.

“All right,” I said very quietly, very deliberately as I unhooked the leash from my sister’s collar. “I won’t make you. Not tonight.”

Megan was nearly overwhelmed with relief. “Thank you – thank you, Kris!” she gasped. “I’m sorry, I was just afraid–”

I silenced her with a raised hand. “Don’t thank me,” I told her. “Just understand this. I’m going against my own desire as a favor to you. That won’t happen again.”

Her happy face instantly became sober. “I understand,” she whispered.

“One more thing,” I added, my voice still even. Suddenly I grasped my sister’s arm, violently yanking her across the car seat to me. A tiny squeak of alarm escaped her throat. My face was an inch from hers as I hissed, “I will bring you here again, Megan. It might be a week from now, maybe a month, maybe more – but I will lead you in there, and you’ll be wearing this leash. Only by then, you’ll be proud of it, wanting everyone there to know you’re mine.”

She gaped at me, made as if to speak, then stopped.

“Now come on,” I continued, “let’s go.” I got out and crunched through the gravel that filled the parking lot, not even bothering to wait for Megan. By the time I’d reached the door of the café, she was at my side and breathless, having raced across the lot to join me. Pleased, I held the door for her, gesturing my sister inside.

We sat down, ordered coffee and sandwiches, and resumed the conversation.

“So, why is it that you want to put me on a leash, anyway?” she asked, staring down at the table top, still a bit shaken from my display of force. “Is it to – to embarrass me?”

“No, in fact I’d rather you enjoyed it, or learned to. I do it because I like being in charge.”

“What do you mean?”

“Dominance is about control… making you do things. But something like making you pass the salt doesn’t really mean very much – you’d do that anyway. Getting you to do something you wouldn’t normally do is much more satisfying. And pushing you way past your comfort limit can be an incredible thrill – for both of us, sometimes. That’s a big part of it, but there’s another reason: you belong to me, and I want to show you off.”

“That’s… sort of childish, wouldn’t you say?”

“Oh, sure,” I grinned.

“Okay. So how come you aren’t making me calling you ‘Mistress’, or something like that?”

I made a dismissive gesture. “Hmmmf. That’s just… acting. It’s for people who get dressed up in spiked heels and corsets to play dom-and-sub games on weekends. I mean, if forcing someone to address you as, say, ‘Goddess’, honestly gets you excited, okay. Otherwise, I don’t see the point.” I studied my sister, intrigued by her curiosity. “Any more questions?”

Well… yeah. Why do you let me speak to you without, um, being spoken to first? I thought rules like that were, you know, the kind of thing dominants were totally into.”

I reached out to take Meg’s hand. “Look, sis… you’re mine now, and I’m going to use you as I please. But that doesn’t mean that I’m trying to turn you into a mindless Barbie doll. The reasons you mean so much to me as a sister are the same things that make me want to fuck you. Does that make sense?”

“I think so,” she softly replied.

“Now, it’s my turn to ask a question. I know this whole situation is weird, maybe a little scary. But on some level… you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

She blushed, then took a moment to ponder my words before she answered.

“I’m not sure. It’s all mixed up with everything inside. I’m still kind of in shock about things, but I think I might… might like this idea of belonging to someone. You being my sister makes it weird, but I have to admit that the whole idea is definitely – well, it is kind of interesting.”

“Good,” I said, giving her hand a little squeeze. “It’s a start.”

Our food arrived at that moment, and as the waitress left, I glanced into Meg’s eyes and firmly announced, “We’ll finish talking later.” Then I shifted my attention to the plate before me, as if my sister wasn’t even there.

She got the message, and we ate our meal in silence.

Once the plates had been cleared away and the check delivered, I dawdled over my coffee, as if we had all the time in the world. In truth, I was eager to get home with my new toy, impatient to play with her. But I also wanted to give Megan a lesson in the art of submission. Waiting is a huge part of being a slave, and I was interested to see how well my sister could deal with it.

She acquitted herself well – occasionally shifting in her seat, but remaining docile, showing no overt signs of impatience. I was impressed.

Setting down my empty cup and rising from my seat, I announced, “Time to go.” I dropped a twenty on the table, then we exited the café together.

Meg was silent, lost in her thoughts as I drove us home. I could sense her growing tension as I turned into the driveway.

“Leave your bags for now,” I told her as I parked. Meg nodded, a tiny shiver rippling through her when I opened the glove compartment and took out the leash. She paused to see if I would attach it to her, but I simply folded it into my left hand, opened the car door and set off for the front door, my sister following meekly behind.

When we were inside I told Megan, “Lose those shorts and shoes, but leave the rest.”

Once she had stripped down to her thin top and panties, I fastened the leash to her collar, then began to lead her deeper into the house, to my bedroom.

“You’re going to… do things to me now, aren’t you?” my sister said in a small voice.

“Bright girl,” I purred as we entered my room. It isn’t stylish, but it’s luxurious and welcoming. The carpet is plush, with extra-thick padding, so the floor is comfortable for any games I choose to play with my lovers. The furniture is soft, overstuffed, and upholstered in sensuous leathers and fabrics. Finally, there is a large canopy bed with velvet curtains.

I guided us over to a cozy leather loveseat and we sat down, facing each other. Megan was shivering slightly, and it wasn’t because she was cold.

So,” I said, placing a hand on my sister’s bare thigh, “now that you know your situation, do we have a problem?”

“You and me, you mean? Having sex?”

“Yes.”

“It’s wrong.”

“Probably,” I smiled, “but that wasn’t my question.”

“I… I don’t think so.”

“Good,” I said. Lashing out quickly, I seized her hair and jerked her head back, thrilling to the sound of her gasp. I pushed her back against the arm of the love seat and slowly arched her backwards, then I moved forward on my knees until I was straddling my sister’s waist. I looked down into her eyes and said, “Very good.”

Then I kissed her, hard and deep, forcing my tongue into her mouth.

Megan was too startled to react at first, but then she relaxed, surrendering herself to my passion. And slowly, tentatively, she began to kiss me back. She slid her tongue along with mine, responding to my movements but making none of her own.

Finally, I leaned back and sat up, studying her. Meg was flushed and trembling – from sexual excitement or fear? I wasn’t sure.

“Get on the floor,” I told her.

I was still on top of her, so she had to work herself free. I was pleased that my sister didn’t even attempt to get me to move. Instead, she shimmied her way from between my thighs and slid to the carpet. She knelt there before me, the slightest hint of a smile on her face.

My entire body was throbbing with anticipation. Meg seemed to be falling naturally into her role as a sub.

I turned to face her and sat back down, extending my legs out to either side of her. “Now take off my boots and pants.”

She wrestled the tight boots off one at a time, followed by my socks. Then, her lips slightly parted, Megan reached up and unzipped the leather pants. Grasping them, she tugged them down my legs and off. I wasn’t wearing panties, and her eyes widened even further at the sight of my shaved vulva.

“Kiss my feet,” I ordered. “Then my legs.”

Megan looked a little surprised, but took my right foot in her hand, lifted it up, and gently kissed it. Then she surprised me, sliding her tongue between my toes.

I loved the sensation of her warm, wet tongue, I loved watching her service me in such a lewd way, and I loved that it was my own beautiful sister doing it. Pulling off my shirt, I tossed it aside.

Now nude, I leaned back, purring with delight as Megan continued to pleasure me. She had finished with the foot and was working her way up from my ankle using long, soft strokes of her tongue – it was divine. She had to move up and lean forward over my legs as she progressed higher, past my knees. I felt the recently clipped ends of her hair trailing enticingly over my skin.

Soon Megan was licking my upper thighs, and looked for all the world as if she was about to venture in between them without being asked. I burned for the touch of my sister’s mouth on my cunt, but she had unfinished business.

“Don’t forget the other leg,” I said, and she bowed down to begin again with my left leg. I reveled in the gentle point of pressure that was her tongue as it brushed along my skin. Soon enough, Megan was nuzzling my upper thighs again. I reached down to stop her with a firm hand on the shoulder, then pushed her away.

Meg blinked foolishly at me as I guided her onto her back, then straightened myself to tower over her. I stood, gazing down at my new slave, heart racing like a wild stallion as I dreamed of the freaky, twisted incest games I would play with my big sister. I’d been an acting dominant for eight years; but what I now had with Megan was something new, so big and thrilling that it stole my breath away.

This was no time for reflection, though. My slave sister was lying at my feet, ready – if not yet fully willing – to service me.

Slowly, as if I had all the time in the world, I straddled Megan’s face. My eyes met hers, and I smiled. Without a word, I lowered my shaved sex to her mouth.

Megan’s tongue flickered out, barely making contact before jerking back. Then, when the sky didn’t fall, she moved in closer and started licking me with long, slow strokes. She didn’t really have any technique to speak of, but I’d expected that. I simply directed where I wanted her to lick by moving my pelvis, presenting new areas to her tongue, letting her explore the contours and folds of her new lover’s vagina.

It wasn’t long before she seemed to relax and grow a bit more adventurous. A surge of pleasure flowed through me as Meg brought her mouth into play, kissing and sucking at the wet flesh. For someone who, I was fairly certain, had never been sexually intimate with another woman, my sister seemed to have a hidden talent for cunnilingus.

I was shifting my hips as I fed Megan my pussy, squirming atop her face, enthralled by the soft liquid sounds her mouth made while she ate me.

Then I gave my sister another surprise, moving forward and shifting my weight slightly. Suddenly, Megan’s tongue was gliding over the crack of my ass. She froze beneath me.

“No one told you to stop,” I admonished her.

Gulping audibly, she complied. I felt her tongue slip back between my cheeks, brushing my anus.

“Harder… deeper!” I hissed.

And she did it. Her tongue was now burrowing between my cheeks, licking up and down the dark cleft. I was overwhelmed, ecstatic; my older sister was rimming me. Soon she was growing bolder, pressing her mouth into my asshole in a lewd French kiss.

“Oh, such a naughty, dirty little girl,” I moaned, scissoring my nipples with twitching fingers.

I could not believe this was happening. Whatever expectations I’d had of how Megan would respond to being forced into pleasuring me, it was nothing like the reality now playing out on my bedroom floor, with my sister turned slave eagerly feasting on my cunt and asshole.

Believe me, I knew what it was like to be serviced by a reluctant lover – and at that moment, Meg was anything but reluctant.

I let her lick my asshole for a while, then shifted again, guiding her lips to my throbbing clitoris. I couldn’t wait another minute to come; every atom of me was screaming for release.

Grinding my cunt into her face, I rode her mouth while she sucked and licked at me. I could see her glazed eyes from where I sat, and I forced myself to stare into them as the mother of orgasms smashed into me like a tsunami.

I fell forward onto my hands, shivering helplessly as jolt after sizzling jolt of pleasure ripped through my body – and through it all, Megan’s tongue continued to bathe my sex. “Not so fast,” I gasped, “s-slower.”

The movements of my sister’s tongue grew languid, soothing, carrying me down from the peak of ecstasy as my climax dimmed to a comforting haze. My tension dissipated itself with one long, deep breath, and I eased myself off Meg’s face, kneeling beside her.

She was a beautiful mess. Her hair was awry, cheeks flushed, face smeared with my juices. Her lips, chin, cheeks, even the tip of her nose all glistened wetly.

I bent down and gave her another kiss, my lips gently brushing hers. Megan responded with a passion that startled me, her tongue seeking and finding mine. Unable to resist, I returned her kiss with a renewed heat of my own, humming as I savored the sharp tang of my pussy on Meg’s lips.

Finally I pulled away, the two of us staring into each other’s eyes, both breathing heavily. I raised myself into a sitting position, trying to calm my pounding heart, my eyes never leaving hers.

“Up on the bed,” I told her.

Without a word Meg stood, then padded over to crawl, catlike, onto the canopy bed. She twisted herself about to sprawl on her back, her legs enticingly parted to reveal a wet patch on the front of her skimpy panties.

Quickly moving to her side, I roughly stripped my sister of those panties and her shirt, deciding to leave the cute little socks on her feet. “You did that well,” I said to Megan as I undressed her. “Was it really your first time with a woman?”

She blushed, then whispered, “Yes.”

“Well, I can’t wait to see how good you get with a little practice,” I said, then bent to remove a few sexy underthings from a wooden cabinet at my bedside. “Did you enjoy it?” I asked as I sat on the bed and started pulling on a pair of black stockings. Megan was watching me curiously, but didn’t comment on my actions.

“I think so,” she murmured shyly. “It was very different, and not what I expected, but… yeah, I liked it.”

“Good.” I fastened a garter belt around my waist and clipped the stockings to it. I moved back to the cabinet, this time pulling out a nine-inch strap-on cock attached to a harness, which I casually buckled on. Meg’s eyes widened as she took in the size of the thing. I remembered her telling me once about a guy who she’d dated for at least a year, giggling about his small penis. Well, she’d feel every inch of this.

I climbed up on the bed and knelt between Megan’s legs. Leaning down, I gave her a gentle, lingering kiss as I carefully positioned the tip of the dildo at her vaginal entrance. Without warning, I grabbed her hips and dug my knees into the bed.

Holding her tightly, I thrust forward, driving the entire length into her in one powerful stroke.

Megan gave a choked scream and tried to scramble away from the invading phallus. But my grip on her was powerful; she was unable to escape. Instead, she gave me a wounded stare.

“For God’s sake, Kris!” she gasped. “Th-that really hurt!”

“I know.”

“I wasn’t ready for that! You knew it would hurt.”

“Yes.”

She shook her head, confused. “But… why?”

“Think of it as an object lesson,” I told her.

“Wh-what?”

“I did it, dear sister, to show you that I can take you however I want, whenever I want. And,” I growled, rocking my hips back quickly and plowing into her again, “soon there will be a time when you’ll love for me to do you this way.”

I didn’t give her time for more words. I plunged in and out of her, fucking Meg with rapid, forceful strokes, giving big sister everything I had. It was harsh, even brutal. I knew that.

But I also knew how on edge she was. She’d been engaged in forbidden sex play for at least half an hour, and had yet to come. She was wet – so wet she squished with each thrust of my cock. She wasn’t ready for me when I first penetrated her, and I’m sure it hurt, but at this point that pain was just more fuel for the fire that roared inside her. After just a couple of those savage strokes I could feel her open to me, her body accommodating my assault.

And on the fifth stroke, she came. Her body arched violently, her fists pounded on the bed.

“Oh… oh, fuck!” she gasped. So I did.

I gave her no time to recover, no respite, no opportunity to catch her breath. I worked my hips like some kind of crazy piston, plunging my cock into her again and again. She bucked furiously beneath me, gasping audibly, fingernails biting into my back. But I continued to give it to my sister, hard, fast and deep.

Before another minute had elapsed, she came for me again. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH!” was all she was able to get out.

I moderated my pace after Megan’s second orgasm, using slow, long thrusts at first to give her a chance to recover. Once I heard her breathing normally I settled into a steady, constant rhythm. I pressed my body into hers until we were nearly nose-to-nose, locking eyes with my sister as I fucked her. Our breasts met on each downstroke, nipples occasionally brushing together.

“Put your legs around me, Meg,” I commanded. She drew both legs up to wrap them around my waist, squeezing me tightly with each stroke.

Then she stiffened beneath me and groaned as she burst into yet another orgasm – smaller than the previous two, but still plenty intense.

I claimed my sister’s mouth with mine, kissing her as passionately as I had ever kissed a lover. Her tongue instantly flashed to life, tangling with my own. My head swam, and I marveled once more at how easily my sister had given herself up to me.

She began coming regularly after that. Almost as soon as one was over, another orgasm would overtake her.

Megan’s body was shuddering in near-constant waves of bliss beneath me as she took all nine inches of my prick. That, coupled with the friction from the strap-on against my clit – not to mention the taboo eroticism of this entire encounter – soon had me speedily building to my own climax. As I felt its approach, I slid a hand between me and Megan. I sought out and found her clit, pressing down on the little bud with my finger.

The effect was electric. Her body shook and spasmed helplessly. Her orgasms, already coming closely together, joined into one continuous, raging storm of pleasure.

I kept driving into her writhing body, bringing myself ever closer to my own peak. As I came, I pinched Megan’s clit and twisted it sharply. She arched up, body rigid, and let out a loud keening wail. She held herself motionless for a few long seconds, and at the same time I ground the strap-on into her with my own orgasm. Then she went limp, falling back onto the bed in a sweaty heap.

I stared down at my sister in awe. Meg had come so hard that she’d passed out.

I carefully extracted the wet dildo from my sister’s body, then sat back on my haunches, gazing thoughtfully at her glistening sex. Reaching out to slide a finger through her nether lips, I collected a sample of Meg’s nectar and tasted it. Mmmm, ambrosia.

Unbuckling the strap-on, I tossed it aside. Then I sat down next to her and took Meg’s head into my lap, waiting for her to regain consciousness. A few minutes passed before she began to stir.

“Welcome back,” I said softly when her eyes fluttered open.

She blinked a few times, then gaped at me in disbelief. “Oh, my God,” she said, closing her eyes again.

“How do you feel?”

“Mmmm, a very tired, sore, and worn-out kind of wonderful…”

“I take it you’re satisfied, then?” I asked, chuckling.

“I’m not sure I can feel them – are my legs still attached?”

“Yes.”

“Then, yes, very satisfied.” She gazed adoringly at me. “That was… beautiful, Kris.”

Unable to resist a sudden impulse, I murmured, “You did amazingly well for your first time, Meg.” I stroked her face. “Hmmm… I think my pet deserves a special treat.”

And without another word, I slipped out from beneath Meg, then knelt between her thighs. I bent down to kiss her sticky vulva, then began to gently bathe her slit with my tongue, soothing the tender flesh.

I was surprised to find myself doing this. With my other slaves, I only went down on them as a saved-up reward, never for something as ordinary as a good performance in bed. But the hunger I felt at that moment for my sister’s pussy and this sudden desire to give her pleasure was too powerful to deny.

After licking Meg for a couple of minutes, listening to her sighs of contentment, I crawled up the glorious length of her body and into her waiting arms. We kissed tenderly, our tongues mingling for a brief moment.

We slowly parted, and my sister reached up to touch my cheek, her eyes moist.

“I love you, Kris,” she breathed. “I mean, I really, really love you.”

“I love you too, big sister,” I cooed. “Maybe, just maybe, we could forget sometimes that you’re my slave… and you and I can just be lovers.”

“I’d like that,” she admitted. “But not right away, though. I have to learn to be a good slave first. I want to… to serve you in every way you want, Kris.”

I stroked my sister’s moist brow. “When you say things like that, sweet Meg,” I whispered, “you make me very happy.”

She shook her head in amazement. “God, I never imagined I could want something like this. But now it seems so… so right. All those wimpy, boring guys I’ve been with…” She reached out to touch my face. “You understand me better than any of them did, Kris. You know me better then I know myself.”

“Shhh,” I whispered, taking my sister into my arms. “No more talking for now. Relax.”

We lay entwined for several minutes, then I rolled to the side, stretched myself, then told Meg, “Okay, time to get up. We’ve got to get you settled in.”

She rose unsteadily to her feet, then gathered up the few items she’d been wearing. I took my dressing gown from its hook and slipped it on, not bothering to fasten the tie. Reaching for Megan’s leash, still dangling from her collar, I told her, “Come.”

I led her through the house, down a flight of stairs to a room beneath the kitchen area. Opening the door, I ushered her inside.

It was a small-to-medium sized bedroom, with a queen-sized bed and simple furnishings. The room was plain, without much in the way of decoration.

“This is your room,” I announced.

“Servant’s quarters?” Megan questioned after looking around.

“Slave’s quarters,” I replied with a smile. “It doesn’t look like much now, but we’ll fix it up however you want. We’ll discuss that later. Now,” and my voice grew stern, “tomorrow morning, I expect you in my room by nine o’clock. If I’m asleep, don’t wake me, just sit in the chair near the foot of the bed and await my orders. There’s a lot more we’ll need to cover, but it can wait till then. Any more questions?”

Megan shook her head, obviously overwhelmed by it all.

“Well, you’ve had a taste of your new life. Do you think you can handle it?”

Megan smiled and nodded her head. “I do. It’s the hottest, best sex I’ve ever had… and with my own sister!” She clutched my hand tightly, then pressed it to her lips. “I want to be the best slave you ever had, Kris,” she whispered.

“Until tomorrow, then. Good night.” I drew my still-naked sister into my arms and kissed her fiercely, then turned and left, closing the door behind me.

I padded back to my bedroom, confused and concerned by the wild whirl of thoughts somersaulting around in my head.

My personal relations with the women who’d been my slaves – there had been five, so far – had ranged from cool to friendly, though I’d certainly felt a strong physical desire for each of them at the time. You see, a certain distance had to be maintained between keeper and pet, so the pet would do anything – anything – for a scrap of affection or a kind word. It was my most effective method of binding a slave to me, body and soul.

But what I now felt for my sister seemed vastly different. My body was still tingling from the sex we had just shared; I found myself already yearning for more of her kisses. I’d actually gone down on her after our first fuck, instead of my usual approach: to deny a slave the touch of my mouth until she was literally willing to crawl to me for it.

And what was it I’d said to Meg? “Maybe we could forget sometimes that you’re my slave… and you and I can just be lovers.” Where in God’s name had that come from?

Was I falling in love with Megan?

When I had the inspiration of making a sex slave of my sister, it seemed like a great idea if I could get her to go for it. I was feeling a sharp hunger for a new plaything, and I’d lusted after Meg for more than ten years. God knows, she needed someone to take charge of her.

Now I was beginning to think that I’d outsmarted myself. It looked as if this slave might be changing her keeper’s life, just as much as I would be changing hers.

Well, what the hell, I told myself with a shrug as I entered my room. However this plays out, it won’t be boring. 

Sighing contentedly, I shed my dressing gown, crawled into bed, and quickly fell asleep.

By JetBoy

“Mommy?” fourteen-year-old Becky called as she entered the house; dropping her school satchel to the floor with a thud, then kicking off her shoes.

“I’m in the bedroom, honey,” Connie called back.

“Hey, Mommy,” Becky chirped as she padded into her mother’s room in her stocking feet. She sat on the bed and watched as her mother, naked and still damp from her evening shower, briskly toweled her body.

“Hi, kiddo,” murmured Connie, hanging her towel on a nearby chair. “How’d the rehearsal go?”

Becky shrugged. “We worked on my big scene with Jimmy. It went okay, I guess.” She sighed, folding her arms. “Sure wish I didn’t have to kiss him, though… yuck!”

“Well, you wanted to be an actress,” Connie laughed. “That kind of thing happens when you’re the prettiest girl in the Drama Club.”

“I’m not the prettiest.” Becky muttered, embarrassed but pleased. She continued to watch her nude mother as Connie sat before the mirror, running a brush through her damp hair. “How was work?”

“I’ve had better days.” Connie placed the brush on her vanity table, flexed both elbows, then winced. “Ooof. We were down two interns today, so I had to sterilize two pallets of test tubes by myself. Now I’m all sore.”

“Want me to rub your shoulders?” Becky said, a meaningful smile on her lips.

Connie grinned at her daughter’s reflection in the vanity mirror. “Well, I wouldn’t say no…”

Becky pushed herself up from the bed and moved over to where her mother sat, standing behind her chair. Placing both hands on Connie’s shoulders, she began to knead them gently.

“Oooooohh, that’s lovely,” Connie moaned, relaxing into the chair. “How’d you get such strong hands for a sweet little thing of fourteen, anyway?”

“Arm-wrestling boys!” retorted Becky. “I usually win, too.”

Connie opened one eye. “Please tell me that you aren’t really–” Then she laughed wearily, shaking her head. “Never mind, don’t tell me. That way I can plead ignorance when the principal calls.”

“Yeah… what you don’t know won’t get me grounded.” Becky snickered. Now she was rubbing her mother’s neck, working the tension away with her thumbs. “I don’t know if I like your new hairdo, Mommy… I think you got it cut too short.”

“I sort of need it to be short, hon… I’ve got to keep my head covered when we’re in the laboratory, and it’s just too uncomfortable for me with all that hair.” She gave a contented sigh. “Oh, man, that feels good…”

Becky glanced at the image in the mirror, feeling a rising excitement deep within as she admired her mother’s bare body.

Connie sighed once again, languidly trailing her fingertips across her belly as Becky’s massage gradually relaxed into soft caresses.

Finally Becky leaned in close to nuzzle her mother’s neck… then the eager fourteen-year-old began placing feather-light kisses and playful little bites around Connie’s ear, cheek, neck and shoulders. Then she wrapped both arms around her mother’s body to cup Connie’s firm breasts, her thumbs gliding over the stiffening nipples.

“Ohh, that’s nice… very nice,” Connie sighed. “Give me a kiss, babe.”

She turned her head and was greeted by Becky’s hungry mouth, which pressed eagerly into hers. The 32-year-old single mother whimpered as her daughter’s tongue darted between her parted lips, the young girl’s kiss filled with more passion than Connie had ever received from a lover.

“Do you want to, baby?” Connie asked as she gently broke away, gazing into her daughter’s eyes.

Becky nodded, taking her mother’s hands in her own, fondling them for a few heartbeats before placing them on her chest.

Connie palmed the budding breasts of her daughter, smiling as she felt Becky’s nipples grow taut through her clothes. Fingers made clumsy with sudden excitement, she unbuttoned the girl’s top and slipped it off, quickly followed by the cotton undershirt she wore underneath.

Becky’s upper half now bare, Connie lowered her head to lick and nibble playfully at the girl’s breasts, one after the other. Becky moaned, welcoming the touch of her mother’s lips.

“Get up here, honeybunch,” Connie crooned, raising her face to Becky’s as she patted the nearby bed.

The half-naked fourteen-year old clambered onto the bed and stood, gazing down at her mother as Connie unzipped Becky’s skirt and pulled it down to her ankles, together with a tiny pair of light blue panties.

Becky stepped out of the clothes pooled at her feet and posed, proudly nude. Her lightly-downed slit tingled and her nipples throbbed in anticipation of the pleasures she would soon share with her sexy mother.

“You’re so beautiful, Becky,” Connie whispered, reaching out to stroke the soft belly of her teen lover with trembling fingers. “A wonder to behold… a dream come to life. Do you know how important you are to me? And why?”

Becky hugged herself as she gazed adoringly at her mother. “Tell me why, Mommy.”

Drawing her daughter close, Connie allowed her parted lips to lightly brush the girl’s nipples, then placed a trail of kisses that led, one after the other, down to Becky’s tummy. “Because you came to me, honey.” she whispered. “Because two marvelous weeks ago you offered yourself to me, without any coaxing or urging on my part. Because you knew that I wanted us to be lovers. Without me saying a word.” She pressed her cheek against her daughter’s angel-soft pudenda as Becky swayed to and fro, her face alight with rapture. “That was the most wonderful day of my life, baby.”

“Mine too, Mommy,” sighed Becky.

Connie briefly touched her lips to the girl’s mound, then wrapped both arms around her waist. Staring up at the dreamy-eyed girl, she smiled. “Want to lie down with me and get comfy?”

“Okay,” Becky giggled.

Soon mother and daughter were nestled together on the bed. Her arms wrapped around Becky, Connie placed a few soft kisses on the girl’s neck. “Tell me something, honey… you mentioned it after we made love for the first time, but now I want to hear the whole story. Tell me about — well, how you knew for sure that I wanted you.”

Becky’s eyes fluttered open. “Right now, Mommy? Aren’t we gonna fool around?”

“We are, honeybunch, but first I’d like to hear about how you decided that you wanted us to be lovers. Pretty please?” Her hands wandered over the young teen’s silky-smooth frame.

“Mmmm… this feels so nice, though. Sure you don’t wanna have sex first, an’ then I tell the story?”

“Do it for me, honey. I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.” She teased her daughter’s moist slit with a stroke of the index finger, and Becky moaned. “There. That’s a down payment.”

“Okay,” the girl murmured, taking a deep breath. “Well, we were in the kitchen, cleaning up after breakfast… an’ all I had on was my underpants and a t-shirt. I was washing the dishes when I kinda noticed that, well, you were sort of looking at my butt.”

“Mmmmyeah,” Connie murmured dreamily. “That’s what made me start having sexy thoughts about you in the first place — this cute little bottom.” She ran a hand over Becky’s firm rump.

“Well, I thought it was strange… ‘specially the way you were looking at my butt. It wasn’t like, y’know, I had a rip in my panties or something — it felt more like you were checking me out. Like a couple of weeks before then, when I wore my bikini to the beach for the first time?”

“Oh, yes, that day. You were quite the star, I recall — strutting around like the Queen of Sheba!”

“I never had boys looking at me that way before, an’ it was kind of cool… even if I already knew I liked girls better. Well, anyhow, the way you were acting that morning made me think of what it was like on the beach, being watched by guys.”

“Uh-huh… but you didn’t know why I was checking out your butt, did you?”

“Not yet, but I was kinda wondering. So the next morning, I wore panties and a t-shirt — but this time, I picked a littler shirt, one that didn’t go down so far. And you were looking at my butt again!”

Connie grinned sheepishly. “Oh, I’m sure I was…”

So then I started thinking, maybe Mommy likes girls too… an’ you were only checking my bottom out ’cause it’s cute!” She giggled. “I couldn’t even imagine you wanting to, to actually do sex stuff with me!”

“I wanted to, though,” Connie sighed. “You’d be surprised at how many times I was stretched out in this bed, touching my pussy and dreaming of you.” She placed a gentle kiss upon Becky’s mouth. “Anyhow, go on with your story. What happened then?”

“Well, like I said, I already kinda knew that I was gay, ‘cos me and Cheryl had kissed and made out… after that, boys just seemed boring. So when I started thinking that you might be the same way, I was dying to know if it was true or not! So, um… I sorta started watching you when we went places, like to a restaurant or the mall, to see if you looked at the girls there.”

“My goodness, you were quite the little detective, weren’t you?” Connie replied. “So how’d your… investigation turn out?”

“God, Mom — you were totally watching. You tried to be all sneaky about it, but once I figured out what to look for…” Becky giggled. “I remember when we were at the Cinnabon, an’ there were these two cute girls in line ahead of us — ’bout my age, wearing these tight little shorts… you couldn’t stop looking at ’em!”

“Oh yeah… I remember those two,” marveled Connie. “I made myself come that night, thinking about them.”

Becky giggled. “I thought they were hot, too. Anyhow… that’s when I figured I oughta check out your computer, to see if you had lesbian stuff hidden there. So I waited till that Saturday when you went to the flea market.”

“Oh, okay,” Connie nodded. “God, I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why you didn’t want to come along. You were planning a little freelance espionage…”

Becky gave a snort of laughter. “Yep, that’s what it was, all right. Anyhow… I logged on your computer soon as you left, an’ sure enough, I found the files with all your lesbo pictures and stories in, like, a couple of minutes!”

“It took me hours just to learn how to set up files. I never knew you needed to hide them, too!” Connie shook her head, grinning wryly. “I’m afraid that your poor mother is definitely not a child of the digital age.”

“That’s for sure. So anyhow… I was looking through your photos, an’ I saw that all of ’em were of teenage girls. No women!”

“Well, you’d already figured out that I was attracted to young girls, right? Because of that day at the mall.”

“Yeah, Mommy — but I figured you liked grownup women too. You didn’t have any naked pictures of them, though…”

Connie shrugged. “It’s the way I am, honey. I’ve always been aroused more by girls… ever since I began to develop. Mmmm, s’pose I just never grew out of it.” She was stroking her breasts, teasing the swollen nipples with her fingertips.

“Okay, so… I started going through the stories, and guess what I noticed then!”

Connie’s voice was thickening with desire. “Don’t tease me, child… tell me.”

Becky edged closer, her lips brushing Connie’s ear. “What I saw, Mommy,” she whispered, “was how you had lots and lots of stories about mommies and their little girls… doing sex stuff together.” She dipped down to place a moist kiss on her mother’s neck.

“Oooh, nice,” purred the young mother, a dreamy expression on her face. “So, I guess that must have been a shock to you…”

“Yeah, at first I was totally surprised… ‘cos I never even knew mommies even did things like that! But I thought it was way hot. Then, I kinda wondered what it would be like if you, um, did stuff like that to me. And that was when I understood what was going on!” Becky sat up, eyes flashing with excitement. “The — the way you’d been looking at me, the pictures an’ all those stories… Somehow I just knew that — that you wanted us to b-be girlfriends!”

“Oh, honey,” moaned Connie, cupping her breasts. “H-how did that make you feel?”

“Sorta scared… at first, anyhow,” admitted the fourteen-year-old. “But the more an’ more I thought about it, the better I liked it. I do love you lots, Mommy. And you’re, like, the sexiest lady I know!” A lovely pink tinge appeared in the girl’s cheeks. “Wanna know what I did then?” she shyly murmured.

Connie ran both hands down her body to stroke the insides of her thighs. The air was thick with the smell of womanly heat, and her sex was so wet that it glistened. “What, Becky? What d-d-did you do?”

Becky lay down alongside her mother, throwing a leg over Connie’s. “I touched myself, Mommy. I took off my panties, an’ put my hands under my dress, an’ touched my pussy ’til I came, thinking about us doing sex stuff.”

“Precious child,” gasped Connie. “Oh, baby, I adore you…”

“And then, Mommy,” the girl continued, climbing on top of her writhing mother, “I licked off my fingers, thinking ’bout how to make it happen for real… what I could do to make you love me that way.”

Connie stared at her daughter with lust-glazed eyes. “And you did, honeybunch — that wonderful day when we… we sunbathed in the back yard. You made it happen. And then… we became lovers.”

“Yeah,” Becky breathed, gazing hungrily at Connie. “And we will be, too, Mommy. For ever an’ ever!”

“Oh, baby… kiss me.”

Becky obliged, crushing her open mouth to Connie’s, her tongue darting between the woman’s lips.

“Mmmmm,” the older woman moaned into their kiss, her hands sliding down Becky’s back until she was cradling her daughter’s firm bottom with both hands. She parted her thighs, opening herself up to Becky’s lusty assault as the eager fourteen-year-old pumped her hips, frantically grinding the rise of her mound against Connie’s vulva while tongue-fucking her mouth.

Suddenly the panting teenager was pulling away, scrambling up to kneel beside Connie, reaching out to explore her mother with busy hands. “Oh, Mommy,” she gasped, “I wanna feel every bit of you. I wanna touch you — everywhere! You’re so beautiful, Mommy. So beautiful…” Her fingers traced lightly over the older woman’s breasts, grazed her belly, then dipped between Connie’s thighs to touch the moist flesh, warmed and waiting.

“Ohhh, baby… you can feel what you’ve done t-to me, you sweet, wicked child — c-can’t you?” Connie stammered as Becky’s fingers squished in her dripping cunt. “Oh yes, oh GOD that feels s-so good. Now lick me, baby, please…”

Becky knelt between her mother’s legs, sweeping her blonde hair back with a regal sweep of the head, then bent to her work.

Connie watched in dazed delight as her adolescent daughter kissed her left knee… then the right. The left thigh. Right thigh, moving higher. Becky’s warm lips shifted from one leg to the other, now nuzzling her mother’s soft inner thighs, steadily moving toward her pussy.

Even though she was expecting it, Connie jerked as Becky’s mouth pressed into the curly triangle of her pubes, tenderly kissing the warm, moist flesh. Placing trembling hands on either side of her daughter’s head, Connie whimpered as Becky’s tongue emerged to lick at her labia. “Oh, yes… eat Mommy’s pussy, sweetheart.”

Becky nuzzled the glistening pinkness before her, nose buried in her mother’s bush, lips and tongue eagerly seeking wetness.

The sight of the fourteen-year-old face of Becky nestled between her thighs had Connie’s heat soaring… and when the girl’s tongue brushed her clit, she came convulsively, almost screaming from the intensity of it.

Oh, wow, thought Becky as her mother’s wild cry filled the room. Oh, yeah. Me too. I want it, too!

Trembling with a fierce need to be pleasured herself, the tenth grader twisted her body about to straddle Connie’s face, her lightly-downed cunt now millimeters from her mother’s lips.

As soon as she could catch her breath, Connie grasped her daughter’s hips, drew Becky down to her open, eager mouth and began to service her child lover. Her tongue probed and bathed every inch of Becky’s vagina, driving the girl to panting abandon.

Then Connie shifted her attention to her daughter’s pert buttocks, spreading them apart and licking hotly at the crack of her ass. While she bathed Becky’s rosebud with long, deep strokes of the tongue, Connie allowed her right hand to steal between the girl’s thighs, gently teasing the inflamed clitoris with her fingers.

Suddenly Becky was gasping in a full blown, frenzied orgasm, fingernails digging into the tangled sheets as her ecstasy rose to an unimaginable peak. Connie didn’t stop, though. She held her daughter’s pelvis firmly against her face, showering light kisses on her vagina to prolong the youngster’s pleasure.

Becky’s climax eased slowly. Her body continued to twitch for some time before it finally ended, and the young girl relaxed with a happy sigh.

Temporarily sated and completely exhausted, Becky crawled into her mother’s arms and snuggled against a round, full breast.

“You always know how to make me feel good, Mommy,” she breathed. Her warm mouth claimed one of Connie’s nipples… and she began to lazily suckle the pink tip.

“Oh, honey,” Connie murmured as she stroked her young lover’s back. “That’s because you inspire me… I’ve never made love with anyone who makes me happier than my own little girl.”

“We gonna do it again?” asked Becky drowsily, “or should we take a nap?”

Connie thought for a moment. “Let’s take a nap, honey,” she said, running her fingers through Becky’s hair. “We’ve got all night to play… long as you don’t have homework, that is.”

“Mmmm, did it in study hall,” Becky mumbled. Then she lifted her head. “Will you lick my butt some more after we wake up? I really like when you do that.”

“Of course I will,” purred Connie, playfully fondling her daughter’s rump, slipping a finger between the soft cheeks.

“I’ll lick yours too, Mommy…”

“C’mon, now,” Connie chided. “Let’s stop talking about licking bottoms, or we’ll get too worked up to fall asleep.”

Becky yawned, stretching languidly, then settled into Connie’s arms. “Mmm-kay.” Her eyes drifted open, just long enough to give her mother a sleepy smile. “Love you, Mommy.”

“Love you too, honeybunch,” Connie replied, burying her nose in Becky’s sweet-scented hair.

They nestled together, cozy and contented. Within minutes the woman and the girl were dozing peacefully, the room silent but for their steady breathing.

Later, just as they had planned, Connie and Becky would awaken and come together to make love again — mother and daughter sharing a joyful intimacy.

By JetBoy

My name is Connie. I am a single mother with a fourteen-year-old daughter named Becky.

I know and have known for a long time that I am sexually attracted to young girls, and have spent many late night hours pleasuring myself to fantasies of cute, nubile preteens. I had a large collection of lesbian pornography on my computer, nearly all of it featuring girls… especially erotic stories and photos of them engaged in love play with older women, which never failed to make me hot.

I suppose it was inevitable that one day I would find myself aroused at the sight of my own child… and sure enough, I was soon experiencing a strong sexual hunger for Becky, especially those times when she was in shorts or a skirt, exposing her lovely legs. Once in a while I got a glimpse of her in the nude, a sight that always left me dizzy with desire.

Before long, Becky was finding her way into my masturbation fantasies… and I brought myself to orgasm many times while imagining the two of us, naked and in bed together, sharing our bodies as lovers do.

Of course, I never dared to act on my taboo desires, settling instead for collecting dozens of lesbian mother/daughter stories from the internet, which I stashed in a large file with the rest of the erotica on my computer. But then one day, while she and I were spending a day at our cabin in the hills, my girl Becky took the initiative that changed our relationship forever.

We were sharing a large blanket in the back yard behind the cabin, taking the sun. I wore a scandalously small bikini, and Becky was in a two piece swimsuit that revealed enough of her lithe body to have me tingling all over. I was toying with the notion of slipping indoors for a short while to indulge in a little furtive masturbation.

It was then that Becky suddenly broke into my reverie by sitting up, studying me for a moment and declaring, “You need some more oil on your back, Mommy. Want me to put it on for you?”

Delighted, I replied, “Aw… that’s sweet of you, hon.” I felt a prickle of excitement at the thought of Becky touching my bare skin.

She knelt beside me, squirted a generous shot of coconut-scented oil into her hands and vigorously rubbed them together, then got to work on my upper back and shoulders.

Her touch felt wonderful. I allowed my imagination to drift and my illicit desires to come forth… image following lewd image like X-rated flashcards in my mind:

My naked daughter, proudly displaying her body to me, cupping her slight breasts with both hands.

The two of us locked in a lover’s embrace, our mouths crushed together in a soul kiss, her legs wrapped around my ass.

My face buried between her thin thighs, Becky’s fingers tangled in my hair as I licked my baby’s bare slit.

Becky and I gently entangled, bodies flushed and glistening in the aftermath of our lovemaking.

These visions battered my consciousness, taunted me, made me want things I shouldn’t.

My craving only intensified when I felt Becky’s hands move down my slippery body to cup my buttocks. The suit I wore didn’t cover much of me, so there was plenty for her to touch… and touch she did. I felt warm, thick fluids oozing from me, and prayed that my daughter wouldn’t see the evidence of arousal through those thin bikini bottoms.

I was taken aback when Becky asked me to turn over, but hesitantly did as she said… and as I settled onto the blanket, she reached to pop open the front clasp of my bikini top, baring my breasts.

I was shocked and, truth be told, more than a little bit thrilled to be topless in front of my daughter. There was something in my baby’s smile that told me as clear as day how much she had wanted to do that, to undress me. And that was when I really began to get excited…

As I watched Becky through my sunglasses, losing myself in a mixture of confusion and sexual heat, she poured more oil into her hands and worked it into my shoulders, kneading the muscles… then slowly, carefully, her hands slid down to cover my breasts.

I knew that I should stop her, but didn’t — I couldn’t!

She wasn’t just anointing my breasts, either – she was caressing them, teasing my nipples with her oil-coated fingers. It seemed too crazy for words, but I could read desire in Becky’s eyes as she felt me up. I couldn’t help but moan, overcome by my baby’s touch… and when she smiled, I knew that she’d planned for me to respond that way.

I was quivering inside, heart pounding like a locomotive. Was my adolescent daughter really coming on to me? Could this truly be happening?

She slowly worked her way down to my bikini bottoms, rubbing the sweet-scented oil into my tummy. My pussy was so wet that I was certain Becky could see it through my suit by now.

Then my daughter grasped the waistband of my swimsuit. “Raise your bottom, Mommy,” she cooed, gently tugging at the barely-there bikini.

I knew what I should have done right then: sit up and ask my daughter just what the hell she was up to, and stop this insane thing that was happening between us before I completely lost control. But I didn’t. God help me, I wanted Becky to undress me, needed my baby to see me naked.

Without a word I lifted my pelvis… and with a little squeak of delight Becky slipped my suit down and off. Now completely nude, my pulse racing, I waited to see what my little girl would do.

She began to work the oil into my legs, starting just above the knees and moving slowly upward. I whimpered as her fingers caressed the soft skin of my inner thighs, mere inches from my aching sex. I could no longer conceal my arousal, breathing, “Oh, m-my angel… oh, yessss,” as my body shivered and twitched on the blanket, made helpless by my daughter’s touch.

Then Becky placed a hand on my vulva, and I inhaled sharply. She only giggled. “Oooh, Mommy… you’re all sticky. And warm!”

I couldn’t respond… but then, at that instant, my lips were incapable of shaping words. I could only gape at my child in disbelief.

Then Becky drew her hand away… except for one finger that she slowly, oh God so slowly trailed down the length of my slit. Trembling from head to toe, I whispered “Honey…”

And with that, my baby pushed two fingers inside me, penetrating me right up to her third knuckles with a single stroke.

I came instantly, emitting a strangled cry while a jolt of pleasure surged though my body like a blast of electrical current. My hands clutched helplessly at the blanket while my baby’s wonderful fingers squirmed about inside me, driving my ecstasy to unimaginable heights.

Finally I lay panting, exquisite tinglings still rippling through me as Becky withdrew her hand from between my quivering thighs. I opened my eyes in time to see my daughter bringing those wet fingers to her lips. I couldn’t say a word… just stared as she sucked them into her mouth, tasting my essence. She grinned. “Yum…”

Then her expression became soft, dreamy. She reached behind to untie her bikini top and let it fall to the ground, revealing budding breasts, then stood to slip her bottoms down to her feet and step out of them.

Now naked, she knelt beside me, reaching out to take off my sunglasses. “I love you, Mommy,” she whispered, her eyes warm with adoration… and she bent to kiss me.

Becky’s soft mouth brushed against mine in a very tantalizing way… then her tongue slipped between my parted lips, and the kiss became heated and passionate.

Believe it or not, that instant was when it hit me with blinding clarity: my fourteen-year-old daughter was making love to me! As I saw it, the way Becky had undressed me and fingered my cunt could be chalked up to girlish experimentation… perhaps even a young teen’s natural curiosity about the body of a grown woman. But this ardent French kiss left no room for doubt about what my daughter really wanted.

I’d given birth to Becky… nursed, diapered, comforted, amused, taught and disciplined her. Now at the threshold of womanhood, she was giving me the most precious of gifts: herself.

I knew that what we were doing was wrong, I really did… but Becky had been my most secret, most obsessive desire for at least a year, and the knowledge that she wanted me as well was too much for my morality to overcome. All I could think about was the joy that she and I could share as lovers… how much closer this new relationship might bring us. Furthermore, it was obvious that Becky had done this kind of thing before, and knowing that my baby was experienced in sapphic love made me all the more eager to explore forbidden pleasures with her.

I began to respond to my daughter’s kiss, my own tongue shyly emerging to meet hers. Soon enough Becky and I were kissing hungrily, losing ourselves in the delicious madness of incest. I had never been so sexually excited in my life.

She climbed on top of me, her mouth never leaving mine. We continued to share hungry kisses, our oiled bodies sliding and slipping together. She wedged a hand between us to grope my breasts, her palm gliding over my aching nipples. I moaned into her mouth.

Becky drew away from me to whisper, “Touch me, Mommy.”

How could I resist such a sweet invitation? My hands were resting lightly on my little girl’s back, and I let them slowly glide down to fondle her pert little bottom. Hungry for more, my fingers stole between her cheeks, lightly stroking the cleft of her anus. She hummed with pleasure, both her hands covering my breasts now.

My fingers traveled down even further between my baby’s thighs, seeking her lightly-downed slit. She was moist there, and my heart hammered frantically as I allowed the tip of my index finger to slip inside her.

Becky tore her mouth from mine, gasping, “Oh! Oh Mommy yes, that feels so n-nice…”

I continued to press my probing digit into my daughter’s body, feeling her writhe against me, panting furiously. I expected to meet the barrier of Becky’s hymen… so I was surprised when my finger slid all the way into her vagina. My head spun at the realization that my little girl was no longer a virgin… but then again, she had clearly engaged in sexual activity before today. Dazed, I wondered if a boy or another girl had been her first lover.

My finger rolled around inside Becky’s pussy as I touched my child in a wonderful new way. She was trembling while I pleasured her, eyes closed, a look of absolute bliss on her face, whispering “I love you, Mommy. I love you”

“I love you too, angel!” I gasped, then withdrew my finger from the warmth of Becky’s body. Her eyes flew open, but I shushed her with a smile and a tender kiss. I rolled the two of us over, gently placing Becky onto her back. My lust was now at a peak… and I needed, more than anything, to taste my daughter.

I caressed her face, gazing down at my child adoringly. Had any mother ever been so blessed, so loved? Our mouths met again for a brief but luscious moment, then I trailed my lips down to my baby’s neck, nibbling at her angel-soft skin. Becky was purring like a contented kitten as I pressed a kiss into the hollow of her throat, then moved down further still.

Her barely-there breasts and taut nipples delighted me… and Becky moaned as I took one into my mouth, flicking at the pink tip with a playful tongue. My daughter gently rocked from side to side, cradling my head to her chest, her heart racing almost audibly. I began to lavish attention on her other nipple. “Oh,” she breathed, holding me close. “Oh.”

Wriggling my way down Becky’s body, I licked a path to her belly button… so adorable. I teased it with a flashing probe of the tongue, and she squealed with delight, another surge of pleasure coursing through her limbs.

I was a woman on fire, trembling with desire for my girl as I reached the ultimate destination. I lay between Becky’s legs, staring enthralled at the pink treasure of her vagina.

I had enjoyed my fair share of lovers by age 35, but the sight of my daughter’s glistening sex aroused me more than I imagined possible. My hands rested on her thighs as I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of Becky’s excitement. My mouth watered to taste her… and I closed my eyes, lowering my face to her slit.

My daughter whimpered as my tongue emerged to take that first luxurious lick. She tasted wonderful… and I closed my eyes as I licked her again. Becky moaned, her trembling hands holding my head, then breathed, “God, Mommy… that’s so… so…”

Suddenly ravenous for her, I burrowed my face between Becky’s thighs, cupped her bottom in my hands and took her cunt into my mouth, licking and sucking at her as if I wanted to draw her into me completely. I couldn’t believe that this was real, that I was living out my most forbidden desire — going down on my own fourteen-year-old daughter!

Drunk on lust, I made love to Becky in a helpless frenzy… pleasuring her with everything there was to give, showing my child just how desperately I craved her body, her sex, her self.

Suddenly she bucked wildly and cried out, her voice filled with the sweet, sweet pain of climax as she came in my mouth. The music of her ecstasy only spurred me on, though… and I kissed and tongued my daughter’s pussy until she could stand no more, finally pushing my face away with clumsy hands.

She exhaled deeply, relaxing back into the embrace of our rumpled blanket… and I continued to lightly kiss and nuzzle her thighs and her soft tummy, finally crawling up to take this naked angel into my arms. I could feel Becky’s heart throb as I held her, placing gentle kisses on her flushed face.

Her arms slowly enfolded me, and she rested a warm cheek against my breast. “Wow,” she whispered, “that was so… awesome!”

I gently tilted her face up to mine. “I love you, honey,” I murmured, “more than anyone or anything. You are the world to me.”

Becky grinned wickedly. “Mmmm, Mommy… I love you too.” She shook her head in wonderment. “Jeez, that was even hotter than I imagined it would be!”

I narrowed my gaze. “So, little one,” I murmured, “that was wonderful and all, but – well, what just happened? Why did you… come on to me like that? I am your mother, after all.”

And Becky giggled. “Well… I kinda started to notice a few months ago how you look at me, especially when I’m in my undies or, um, not wearing much.”

I felt my face grow hot. Busted…

She continued. “And then… well, I found all those sex stories and pictures of girls on your computer.” She smiled wryly. “You don’t hide files very well, Mommy.”

Stunned, I lay back, staring up at the sky.

“So, well, I kinda read some of the stories… the ones about moms and daughters fooling around with each other… and I guess I, um, sort of figured things out.”

I raised myself up on one elbow. “What did you figure out, sweetheart? ” I asked quietly, needing to hear it from her lips.

Becky was suddenly shy, unable to meet my gaze. “Well… that you think of me like that, Mommy… that you wanted for us to, to, m-make love.”

I reached for her hand. “And… how did that make you feel?”

“It made me feel hot!” she admitted. “I… I even touched myself, my pussy, while I was reading.”

“Oh, my,” I breathed, feeling warm all over as I pictured my baby, a hand inside her panties, fingering herself as she read steamy tales of mother/daughter love.

“I like girls, too, Mommy,” she murmured, resting her head on my shoulder. “Me and Cheryl have kissed and made out and, um, other stuff… lots of times!”

“Oh, my,” I said again. Cheryl was Becky’s best friend, a little red-haired cutie who I had fantasized about more than once when getting myself off. I was thrilled to know that she and my daughter were lovers.

Becky continued. “So when I figured out that you wanted to do those things with me… well, it made me kinda want to do them with you, too.” She giggled. “So I did! I was a little scared, though.”

“Of me being… angry with you?”

She nodded her head. “Yeah.”

“Well, I am definitely not angry.” I murmured, wrapping my arms around my baby, hugging her close. “Thank you, sweetheart… thank you for loving me like that. You’ve… made me very happy.”

Becky raised her face to mine, her eyes now smoldering with a renewed desire. “I’m happy too, Mommy.”

Our lips met, brushing together gently… then our mouths joined in a fierce, passionate kiss. Becky pressed her leg into my sticky sex as our tongues danced a wild tango of love.

I gently pulled away. “Let’s go inside, honey. We can take a shower together, then you and I will go to bed and make love again.”

“Mmmm… sounds great!” Becky chirped.

And that’s exactly what we did. We had a wonderful time soaping up each other’s bodies in the shower, pausing often for hot kisses. Then we toweled one another dry, and Becky raced into my room to hurl herself onto the bed, bouncing happily as she waited for me.

I lay down next to her in the cool sheets, and she immediately crushed her mouth to mine with a fervor that had my head reeling.

Then in a flash, she was on her knees beside me. “I want to lick you now, Mommy,” she whispered.

How could I say no? I parted my legs for her, and Becky crawled between them to lie on her tummy, her face inches from my cunt. She reached out to tease my labia with her fingers, then smiled when I moaned at her touch.

“You have such a pretty pussy, Mommy,” she sighed. She licked her lips in the sexiest way imaginable, her eyes never leaving mine… then she slowly lowered her face between my thighs, pressing a warm, wet kiss into my vulva before she began to explore me with her tongue.

We made love for the whole afternoon… celebrating each other’s bodies, lost in the pleasures that only two females can share. My daughter and I kissed again and again, touched and tasted, learned what pleased each other best. We knew that our life together had changed forever — and for the better!

Three years later, Becky and I are still intimate. We sleep in the same bed, and our sex life is incredible. I don’t know how long this relationship is fated to last, but every minute we’ve shared as lovers has been a gift.

Continue on to Part Two

By JetBoy

Evelyn stepped from her shower into the cool air of the bathroom, still yawning as she fumbled for a towel.

The banging of the shower door woke her daughter Cyndi. She struggled sleepily out of bed and slipped into the bathroom. “Morning, Mommy.”

“Morning, honey.” Evelyn smiled wearily at her daughter as she dried herself. Replacing the towel on the rack, she padded into her room.

Cyndi followed her naked mother into the bedroom, where Evelyn selected a pair of panties from her dresser drawer, then stepped into them. The thirteen-year-old studied her mother, admiring the woman’s shapely form. “You’re so beautiful, Mommy…”

“Thanks, darling… Here, fasten my bra, will you?”

“Oh, before I forget, I need to use your computer to do some research… I want to get a head start on my English assignment for next week,” Cyndi murmured, furrowing her brow slightly as she carefully hooked her mother’s bra.

“Good girl!” Evelyn held up two hangers for her daughter’s appraisal. “So, honey… skirt or pants?”

“Go with the skirt, Mommy. It shows off your legs!”

“And freezes my buns off when I go outside… but I think you’re right, it does look better.” She hung the pants back in the closet, then laid the skirt on the bed. “Go on, honey… take your shower now.”

“Okay.” Cyndi crossed her arms and hitched her nightie up over her head, where it got caught because she’d neglected to undo the buttons at the front. “Oh… damn!” she swore, stamping her foot impatiently as she struggled to pull her arms out of the long sleeves and free her head.

Evelyn stopped in mid-motion as she slipped a foot into her pantyhose, watching her daughter struggling with the nightie. She was naked underneath, and Evelyn took the opportunity to admire her child’s bare body without having to pretend she wasn’t looking.

Beautiful, Evelyn thought. God, she’s growing into a lovely woman. Just… beautiful!

“Mommyyyy… help! If you’re laughing at me…!”

“Hold still, for God’s sake,” Evelyn grumbled as she grabbed hold of the garment. She reached for the top button on the neckline and undid it with a flick of her thumb. “There!” She grasped the hem of the girl’s nightie, pulling it up and off. Cyndi growled in frustration, shaking her hair to take out some of the tangles.

Evelyn gave her daughter a playful slap on her bare bottom. “Get out of here, you, or you’ll make me late!”

“Hey, watch it with the hand,” Cyndi protested, but with a smile. She rubbed her bottom, then stuck her tongue out at her mother.

“Another one’s on the way, too… if you don’t beat it and let me finish dressing.”

Cyndi grinned and scampered for the shower cubicle.

Nice butt, too, thought Evelyn… then shook her head, as if to dispel such an unmotherly thought. With a sigh she picked up the discarded pantyhose and, once again, began to wriggle into them.

*****

With an empty house, homework finished and time on her hands, Cyndi headed for her mother’s computer after a quick snack.

Once logged on, she began to search through her mother’s files. Hmmm… any sexy stuff here? she wondered as she clicked in and out of various folders.

Right away, she found her mother’s collection of erotic fiction, stashed in a folder named “Stories.” Reeeeal smart, Mommy, she thought, rolling her eyes. Then she eagerly rubbed her hands together, opened up the first story and began to read.

Minutes later, Cyndi was staring at the monitor in shock. Every story in her mother’s file seemed to be about lesbian sex — and the lion’s share of them were tales of older women with teenage, even preteen girls.

Cyndi sat motionless, stunned by her discovery. Not only was her mother interested in lesbianism, it looked as if she was into young girls as well!

Next to the “Stories” folder was another one marked “Pictures.” Hmmm… I wonder, she pondered, then moved the mouse to click on it.

Her eyes widened as a gallery of photos filled the screen, every one depicting female nudity… and nearly all of them featuring two or more women having sex. There were a few solo shots, but the overwhelming majority of these pictures were of lesbian lovers.

Cyndi’s pulse throbbed as she slowly scrolled through them, catching glimpses of women engaging in all kinds of love play together. She paused, breathing “Oh, wow,” at a photo of a teenage girl, her mouth fastened to an older woman’s pussy.

Cyndi had never given much thought to lesbian love before — at least, not in any way that impacted her personally. She had to admit, though, that these photos were really hot. Come to think of it, some of the stories had made her feel uncomfortably tingly too.

So… her mother was interested in lesbian sex. It didn’t mean she was gay, though — did it? She had been married, after all, they’d had a child together, and Cyndi was certain that her mom had loved her father.

Dad had died of a sudden heart attack three years earlier, and her mother hadn’t so much as gone on a date even since. She’d always assumed that her mom missed her father too much to begin a new relationship with a man just yet… but this enormous collection of lesbian erotica told a very different story.

Cyndi nibbled thoughtfully at her lower lip, intrigued yet puzzled by the mystery she had uncovered. Finally, she shrugged. Oh well, let’s get this stuff copied… I can check it out later.

Taking out a blank disc, she inserted it into her mother’s computer and began copying files.

*****

Cyndi paraded across the family room and headed for the kitchen, dressed in brief bikini panties and a t-shirt that was old, too tight, and too short. Evelyn watched her with interest, admiring her daughter’s youthful skin and slim limbs.

Lovely child, she mused. The girl was becoming more attractive every day — sexy, even. Her legs were lithe and lovely, and her breasts were just beginning to ripen deliciously. What a desirable creature she was…

Tightening her jaw, Evelyn forced herself back to her magazine, acutely conscious of a tingling between her thighs. A flash of desperation shot through her. Desirable. Why had that word popped into her head? Why couldn’t she stop having these thoughts about her own daughter?

*****

For the third time that evening, Cyndi started a slide show of pictures on her laptop. They seemed to get more exciting every time she looked. There was something so soft and sweet about women making love. At the same time, there was a wildness, a raw heat to many of these photos that made them especially sexy.

A click of the mouse, and she started to read a story from her mother’s collection. This one was about a girl named Allie, her best friend Vicki, and a hot night of sex they shared.

Wow, that sounds like fun. I wonder if I should try that with one of my friends?

As she read through another story, Cyndi found herself thinking, once again, about her mother’s sex life.

Mommy was married to Daddy, but she also likes these stories. That must mean she’s bisexual. She nodded thoughtfully. Yeah, that must be it. Guess she’s really into younger women, too. 

Cyndi tried to picture her mother naked, making love to a cute teenage girl. It was a strange thing to imagine, but something about it made her tummy feel all warm inside.

Suddenly she heard her mother coming, and quickly killed the screen.

Evelyn appeared at the door. “That’s enough studying for one night, hon. Time to turn in, okay?” She disappeared.

“Okay. Hey, wait up a second.” She quickly shut down the computer and scrambled off her bed. Evelyn had paused just outside Cyndi’s room, and the young girl approached her with a sweet smile on her lips.

“I love you, Mommy,” she said, giving her mom a hug. She reached up to place a kiss on Evelyn’s cheek, then, on some odd impulse she didn’t understand herself, kissed her once more — this time on the mouth.

Cyndi’s lips brushed, then lingered against Evelyn’s… and her mother seemed to respond for a heartbeat until, somewhat flustered, she pulled away.

“What was that about, honey?” Evelyn asked, a strange expression on her face.

Why had she done that? Cyndi wasn’t even sure. Thinking quickly, she replied with a shy smile, “Um… well, I just thought I’d give you a, a grownup kiss, Mommy… like on TV.”

“Oh!” Evelyn stood there for a moment. “Why, thank you, dear, that… that was sweet of you.” She bent slightly to give her daughter a gentle peck before pulling away, her heart racing. “Let’s wash up and get to bed now,” she murmured, then continued down the hall on trembling legs.

Cyndi’s own heart thrummed frantically as she turned away and, in a daze, headed for her bathroom. “That was beautiful,” she whispered to herself.

She touched her lips in awe. Wow… I like kissing Mommy like that… wonder if she’d let me do it again? 

*****

That kiss lingered in Evelyn’s mind, tantalizing her as she tried to sleep. Dear Cyndi. So innocent, kissing me like that. If only… 

“No,” she whispered to the dark room. “Don’t even think it. Don’t!”

But it was so lovely, so sweet. I’m still wet from remembering it.

“Go to sleep, damn it,” she muttered, turning onto her side.

Slumber finally came… she dreamed of Cyndi, naked in her arms. And she was happy.

*****

Three nights later… four-fifteen in the morning. Evelyn leaned against the door frame of her daughter’s bedroom, watching her sleep. Cyndi was sprawled across the tangled sheet, completely nude.

That’s the second time this week she’s done that. Sure, the weather’s warm enough, but my guess is that there’s more to it… 

Heart throbbing, she slipped a hand under her own top to lightly brush an erect nipple with her fingertips.

She does it because it makes her feel sexy, I’ll bet.

And where did she discover that sexiness? One minute she’s young and girlish, the next she’s wise beyond her years.

Evelyn ran her eyes lovingly across Cyndi’s body. Her legs were long and lithe, her frame elegant… and her budding breasts were flawless, topped with rosy nipples. She had never known a more beautiful girl.

That bottom of hers! The boys are taken with it, I’m sure. Well, angel, your mommy likes it, too. She gazed at its enticing roundness, wishing for a peek between her pert buttocks, at the cleft of Cyndi’s anus.

I’d love to get my lips on those soft cheeks — kiss them, spread them apart and lick her there, bury my tongue in her crack… 

She sighed. At least she had finally admitted to herself that, despite her attempts to resist these feelings, she was sexually attracted to Cyndi. Her own daughter. And she was so damned young, too. Nothing got Evelyn hotter than the sight of a sexy young woman, she knew that… but how could she be feeling lustful impulses for a thirteen year old girl?

The real barrier for Evelyn, though, was that of incest. The ultimate taboo.

She sighed. I can think it all through, and admit my feelings for my own little girl without having a complete meltdown. But I still can’t have her, not the way I want…

She went to bed lonely, cruelly taunted by fantasies of undressing her child. Of caressing her flowering body, exploring every inch of her with loving hands. Of kissing her, gently at first, then passionately, the way that real lovers do. Of tasting her soft, sweet skin. Of lying between Cyndi’s trembling thighs, nuzzling the girl’s sex. Of her daughter’s eyes, filled with wonder, gazing down at her mother as Evelyn took that first loving lick…

And then she was masturbating, palming her throbbing cunt to visions of her body tangled with Cyndi’s, mother and child sharing love in a wonderful new way. Evelyn panted as she probed herself with two fingers, pressing the heel of her hand against an inflamed clitoris.

When Evelyn came, it was positively cataclysmic. She bucked frantically on the bed as bolts of pleasure flashed and sizzled through every inch of her frame.

Finally she lay exhausted, hands trembling as she wept, rolling over and burying her face in the pillow to muffle her sobs.

*****

Three nights later, Cyndi listened attentively as her mother made final preparations for bed. She was so warm all over, desperate for sexual relief. It was a feeling that would have been foreign to her a couple of weeks earlier. Now that she knew the delights she could achieve with her body, she had developed an voracious appetite for masturbation. It was a hunger that was hard to ignore for very long…

She traced a pattern across her chest and tummy with her fingers while she waited for the click of her mother’s light. When it came, she waited a while longer for Evelyn to fall asleep. A gentle brushing of her nipples and a caress between her legs every now and then helped to keep her arousal sharp.

She loved it. The softness of her skin, the sound of her own breath, the tightening of her nipples and how sensitive they became, the wetness of her pussy, the way it squished moistly as she fingered herself — it was all part of the journey. She’d decided by now that the anticipation and buildup were almost as good as the final destination of climax.

Cyndi rolled over and stuffed a pillow between her legs, rubbing her vulva along its seam. She loved being naked, loved feeling the cool caress of the bedsheets against her skin. So many of the things Cyndi did these days took on a sexual aspect. And after days of perusing the lesbian stories her mother enjoyed, she was more or less sold on the idea of making love to another girl before giving up her virginity to a boy.

And she couldn’t stop thinking about her mother, the way that she was so into young girls! One of Cyndi’s favorite new masturbation fantasies was imagining her mom making love to different girls from her school. Right now she visualized Evelyn with her friend Pam, a cute redhead.

They were both naked, French kissing each other, and her mother was cupping Pam’s bottom…

Cyndi fondled her moist slit, quickly coating her fingers with the sticky evidence of her arousal. Bringing her hand to her lips, she eagerly sucked at her fingertips, moaning softly as she tasted herself. In her mind, she pictured Pam leaning close to lick at her mother’s nipple, then take it into her mouth…

A tiny sound, the hint of a sob wafted down the hallway, causing her to pause her fingering and listen intently. There was nothing for a few seconds, and then it came again, the barely audible sound, slightly louder this time.

Oh… Mommy’s crying.

Erotic fantasies forgotten, she eased off the bed, still naked, and crept down the hall to her mother’s door. The room was bathed in the soft yellow glow from a bedside touch-lamp at its lowest setting. Her mother was curled up, face buried in a pillow, wearing only skimpy panties and a t-shirt.

From the darkened hallway, Cyndi watched Evelyn stretch out on her back, a pillow clutched to her chest. The dim light illuminated parts of her body and hid other parts in shadow, enhancing her beauty and creating a most erotic effect.

There was another sigh from underneath the pillow, and Evelyn pulled it away. Her eyes and cheeks shone with moisture from tears smeared across her face. She tucked the pillow behind her and lay quietly, staring at the ceiling, trying to compose herself.

Another lonely night, she thought. She rolled onto her side, pressing a hand to her lips as another tear slowly trailed down her cheek. Why? Why does it have to be this way? 

“Mommy, don’t cry.”

Evelyn gasped in surprise, her eyes snapping open. But before she could speak, Cyndi was in her arms and kissing her. It was a gentle, loving kiss, lips barely touching at first — but as their bodies pressed together, the girl’s mouth lingered against hers for a few extra seconds before breaking away.

“Oh, honey,” Evelyn whispered. She held her daughter closer, head spinning. “T-thank you, dear. I’m okay. Just feeling a little bit lonely tonight, I guess.” She stroked her child’s hair lovingly, allowing her fingers to travel down the smoothness of her bare back, almost to Cyndi’s adorable bottom.

Suddenly, Evelyn froze in shock. Oh, my GOD… she’s naked!   

Meanwhile, Cyndi’s heart throbbed as she lay in her mother’s embrace, lips still tingling from their kiss, her mind reeling with a sudden revelation.

Now… now at last she understood the true meaning of all the fantasies about her mother she’d enjoyed over the last two weeks.

Cyndi now realized what she really wanted… had wanted, without even knowing it.

Then and there, she made a decision.

She lifted her head and gazed deep into her mother’s eyes, then leaned down to kiss her again.

For a moment, their mouths brushed together lovingly. Slowly, Cyndi made the kiss more active, more intense. Dizzy with excitement, the young girl parted her lips and pushed her tongue into her mother’s mouth.

It was her first French kiss… and it was wonderful.

“No!” Evelyn gasped, breaking away. “Cyndi, you can’t...”

Cyndi stopped the protest with a finger to her mother’s lips. “I want to, Mommy,” she whispered, her eyes alight with love. She closed the gap and kissed Evelyn again. “I want to…”

There was no hesitation. It began gently, a tender kiss that gradually became a passionate one. Cyndi swung a leg across Evelyn’s thigh to get a better position, cradling her mother’s face as she kissed her like a lover.

Evelyn tried her best to resist, to say no — but this helpless desire for her daughter could no longer be denied.

She found herself returning Cyndi’s affection measure for measure, her own tongue emerging to join the loveplay. Their mouths parted further, and their kiss grew increasingly hot and hungry.

They parted slowly, tiny pecks interspersed with tongues teasing, flicking.

“We shouldn’t be doing this… I shouldn’t be…” Evelyn murmured helplessly as she rolled her naked child back onto the sheet and hovered over her on all fours, kissing the nape of the girl’s neck.

“But you like it.” Cyndi smiled, her eyes dancing. “And I love it!” She reached up and pulled her mother down into her arms. “Let’s make out, Mommy.”

Evelyn hugged her tightly. Their hands traced patterns across smooth skin as they nuzzled one another like lovebirds. Within minutes the kissing began again, this time with even more urgency as they rolled back and forth across the bed.

“Touch me,” Cyndi whispered. She nibbled at her mother’s ear, pressing her sex against the older woman’s leg. “Touch me down there, Mommy!”

The invitation burned in Evelyn’s brain, igniting a fire of love and passion that overwhelmed any feeble cries of protest that still lingered in her mind.

“Like this?” she asked as she ran a finger delicately between Cyndi’s legs, through the girl’s barely downed slit.

“Yesss…!“ Cyndi gasped.

Evelyn bent down to trail kisses over her daughter’s chest, stopping at each breast in turn… continuing up to her neck and shoulders, then down again to the hard, erect nipples that were so inviting. While her mouth enveloped a budding young breast, she slipped the tip of a finger between Cyndi’s moist labia, awed by how wet her daughter’s pussy had become.

She teased Cyndi’s clitoris with her thumb, brushing it delicately at first. Then her caresses grew firmer, more demanding; she grazed the girl’s nipple with her teeth, and…

Cyndi came with a choked cry.

Evelyn watched in wonder as the little girl she birthed thirteen years ago tensed and cried out, her body shuddering frantically in orgasm, finally slowing, relaxing.

Smiling weakly, Cyndi turned her head to focus for a moment on her mother. Her eyes took on a deep, dreamy look as she smiled lovingly at Evelyn.

“My sweet Cyndi… I love you so much.” Evelyn covered her daughter’s face with kisses.

Cyndi wrapped her thin arms around her mother, hugging the older woman tightly as her pounding heart slowed to its normal rhythm. Then she lay back, her warm hands on Evelyn’s face, gazing at her mother with adoring eyes.

“I love you too,” Cyndi sighed happily, drawing Evelyn’s face down to hers for a kiss. Her tongue plunged into her mother’s mouth, and Evelyn moaned. They kissed hotly for a long time, then Cyndi rolled the older woman over onto her back. “Mommy…” she breathed, “I want to make you feel good now.”

Evelyn knew that she should stop this before it went any further, but she was on fire, her cunt throbbing with need. She had never wanted to be loved so desperately in her life.

Cyndi didn’t give her a chance to back out, either — just grabbed at the bottom of her t-shirt and tugged. Evelyn raised herself up enough for her daughter to help her out of the thin top, baring her breasts.

“Now your panties, Mommy,” Cyndi cooed, reaching for the waistband of Evelyn’s cotton underwear.

Helpless in the face of her sexual hunger, the older woman lifted her hips, and Cyndi quickly slid her mother’s panties down and off. Head spinning with anticipation, Evelyn lay back on the bed, legs parted for her daughter.

Without hesitation, Cyndi dipped her head and took one of Evelyn’s nipples into her soft, sweet mouth. Evelyn gasped… Oh that’s so good…   

Cyndi began to caress her mother’s firm thighs, her hips, her tummy… fanning Evelyn’s lust like a flame. The young girl’s fingers danced and lightly brushed all around her mom’s lower half, without touching her where she was desperate to be touched. A tortured moan issued from Evelyn’s lips. Only thirteen, and she knows how to tease.    

Cyndi licked and sucked at her breasts, switching from one to the other. The heat of her daughter’s mouth enveloping her nipples had Evelyn panting furiously. She needed to be touched between her thighs, ached to feel the girl’s fingers in her dripping cunt — but Cyndi tantalizingly held back. Finally, Evelyn could stand no more. Seizing her child’s wrist, she drew Cyndi’s hand into her crotch, pressing it to her aching pussy…

…and when her loving daughter immediately plunged two fingers into her, Evelyn cried out loud, clutching the sheets with white-knuckled hands as an orgasm more powerful than any she had ever known before came crashing down. Her breath hissed through clenched teeth, body shuddering, out of control.

Cyndi fingered her hard and fast, rubbing her face against her mother’s heaving breasts, licking and biting them as her mother sobbed with pleasure. Finally, Evelyn grabbed her daughter’s pumping wrist. “S-s-stop, baby,” she gasped.

Cyndi’s soft mouth drifted from Evelyn’s breasts up to her lips, and they kissed lovingly. Finally breaking their kiss, the young girl buried her face in her mother’s neck.

Mother and daughter held each other close for a long time, shifting only to become more comfortable, each lost in thought.

What have I done? Evelyn asked herself. I always wanted to do the best I could for my daughter… instead, I make love to her!

“Mommy?”

“Yes, dear.”

“Have you ever, um, done this before? Gone to bed with other women, I mean. Or girls.”

Evelyn hesitated, then spoke. “Yes, baby… I have.” She sighed. “I… well, I knew that I liked girls when I was about your age, even more than boys. But I didn’t actually get to make love to another girl until I was in college.”

Cyndi propped herself on an elbow. “Didn’t you meet Daddy in college, too?”

“I did, yes. I was… bisexual in those days, honey. I fooled around with girls, but I also had sex with your father — and that’s how I got pregnant with you.”

“So you and Daddy got married. Was it hard for you, just making love to him? Did you miss doing it with women?”

“Yes, honey… I loved your dad, but I often did feel the need for the touch of a woman.”

“What about now, Mom? Are you still bisexual?”

Evelyn buried her face in Cyndi’s hair, savoring the delicate scent. “To be honest, honey… I haven’t felt any interest in being with a man since he died. I… I guess that means I’m a lesbian now.” She suddenly drew away from her daughter, gazing thoughtfully at the dreamy-eyed girl. “And what about you, little lady… coming in here and making a move on me like that? Have you done this kind of thing before?”

Cyndi shook her head. “No, Mommy,” she murmured shyly. “But I’ve been thinking about it, a whole lot.”

Evelyn gazed deep into her child’s eyes, brushing Cyndi’s hair from her face with trembling fingers. “You’ve been… thinking about me that way?”

“N-not exactly,” Cyndi replied. “I’ve been, um, having these fantasies about making out with other girls.” Suddenly timid, she stared down at the bed, nervously tracing along the pattern with her index finger. “Sometimes I t-touch myself, thinking about it.”

“So… how did this happen, baby?” Evelyn asked, gesturing at her daughter and herself, the two of them still naked and snuggled together on the bed.

Cyndi furrowed her brow. “I… I don’t know, Mommy… I heard you crying, and I just decided to, to come hug you and hold you and make you feel all better.” She looked up into her mother’s eyes, encouraged by the love she read in them. “But when I got in bed with you, and we kissed…” She smiled bashfully. “All of a sudden I just — had this big idea. I wanted to make love to you, Mommy. I don’t know why, I just did.” The girl paused, searching for the right words. “It was like… like I’d wanted to be with you that way for a long time — but I didn’t know it, not ‘til right then.”

“My goodness,” a dazed Evelyn said quietly.

“And then, when I kissed you… I just didn’t stop. I wanted to do more things with you than kiss, so I… I kept going. That’s it, I guess.” She glanced at her mother. “You aren’t mad at me, are you, Mommy?”

Evelyn smiled. “Of course not, sweet angel,” she whispered, resting her forehead against Cyndi’s, their noses nearly touching. “I’m not sure how this happened — but it truly was a beautiful thing. You made me… happier than I can say, sweetheart.”

“Mommy? D-do you have a girlfriend? Or… ?”

“No, honey,” Evelyn said. “I’m not seeing anyone at the moment.”

“Can… can I be your lover, then?”

“No!” The answer was out before Evelyn had a chance to think, and she saw a hurt look flash across her daughter’s face. “That wouldn’t be right, dear,” she added gently. “I’m your mother. It’s one thing for us to, to share pleasure, but I don’t think we should think of this as… a romance.”

“But, Mommy,” Cyndi whispered, nuzzling her mother’s neck. “This is like a romance. I’m in love with you… and I want to do this with you again… lots of times!”

Evelyn’s resolve was fading fast. “Oh, honey…”

Cyndi pulled her back for another sweet kiss. “Can we sleep together tonight? Really close, in each other’s arms?”

Evelyn thought for a moment, then smiled weakly. “Yes, angel,” she answered.

They snuggled together, sharing gentle kisses and caresses until mother and daughter drifted into a blissful slumber.

*****

I love my baby girl. She’s so tiny and so perfect. I love feeding her. Her little mouth feels so good when she nurses…

Evelyn drifted awake and looked down. Cyndi was licking at her nipple, lightly brushing at the entrance of her pussy with the tip of a finger.

Are you going put an end to this? It’s incest, isn’t it? Why don’t you stop her?   

Perhaps in a moment, she thought. She pulled Cyndi’s head closer to her breast.

Seeing her awaken, Cyndi slowly eased a finger into Evelyn’s vagina, mouth still fastened to her mother’s suddenly stiffening nipple.

Combined with the dreams of the past few weeks — not to mention the chance to live out her forbidden desires only a few hours ago — this was more than enough to send Evelyn into a gentle orgasm that left her tingling deliciously. As it tapered off, she pulled her daughter’s face to hers and they shared a tender kiss.

“That was unfair,” Evelyn whispered. “You caught me off guard. That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Don’t you want us to be lovers, Mommy?” Cyndi asked wistfully.

“I don’t know, honey,” Evelyn shook her head. “You… oh, you’ve given me much too much to think about, young lady!”

“Okay, Mommy,” Cyndi shrugged… then, her eyes lowered, she softly asked, “Can we at least cuddle, then?”

“Sure, honey,” Evelyn replied.

They settled into the pillows, snuggling together. Evelyn stared at the ceiling, too many thoughts crowding her mind for her to relax completely.

Incest, lesbian sex — and she’s only thirteen. What sort of mother are you to allow this to happen?

But she’s happy…

She began to touch Cyndi, fingertips lightly brushing across the girl’s pale skin. It was what she’d wanted to do for so long… to marvel at her child’s bare beauty without fretting about questions of right or wrong. To Evelyn, her daughter was a remarkably beautiful child. Lithe, fit, creamy skin and so gloriously young. She deserved to be loved.

Tummy, hips, thighs, breasts, bottom, all so beautiful, so beautiful… She traced her hand across Cyndi’s hips, luxuriating in the satiny texture of her skin.

Cyndi’s eyes slowly opened. “Mmmm… that’s nice, Mom. Keep doing that.”

Evelyn’s doubts resurfaced. “Cyndi, are you sure this is what you want? Do you really want to… to be with me?”

“I’m sure,” the blonde nymph whispered as she wriggled into Evelyn’s arms. “Making love to you was” — and she searched for a word — “was spectacular!”

“Oh, honey,” Evelyn sighed, “I loved it too.”

“A-and there’s still more we haven’t even tried yet… can we do it again, Mom?”

“What?” Evelyn laughed, cradling her daughter to her. “More? She wants more?”

“Yeah, well, it was so good last night, and doing it to you this morning was really nice, too.” Cyndi drew away, gazing longingly at her mother. “I love loving you, Mommy. I’ve been wanting to do these things with you for awhile, I know that now… and I don’t want to stop. I like boys okay, but it’s you that I really need. I… I want to be your girlfriend, Mommy. I’d love for us to — to be together,” she finished as a pink flush spread across her face.

Evelyn sighed happily, on the verge of joyous tears. “Oh, baby… I’ve wanted you for so very long, you know… I never believed this would ever happen, but I’m happy it did. It’s supposed to be wrong, us making love. But I can’t give you up, Cyndi. I just can’t. My angel,” she breathed, leaning into her daughter, “if you really, really want us to be lovers, then I want that too. More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

Cyndi melted into her mother’s embrace. “Oh, Mommy… I adore you!”

“I love you too, baby.”

They lay together for a while, then Cyndi raised her face. “What are you thinking about, Mommy?”

“That I need to ring your school and my office, and tell them we won’t be in today.”

“We won’t? Why, Mommy…?”

Evelyn gave her a sly glance. “Because, silly… I want to spend the day in bed with my new lover.”

“Ohhh!” Cyndi’s mouth was round again, her eyes dancing.

“A little more kissing?” Her hand drifted down to cup Cyndi’s pert buttocks. “A few small touches?” She smiled innocently. “Who knows what it might lead to?”

The young girl began to giggle.

“Cyndi,” Evelyn murmured.

“Yeah?”

“I love your bottom, honey…”

Cyndi wiggled it and laughed. “Why, thank you, Mommy.”

“In fact,” continued Evelyn with a wry smile, “I love your butt so much that I’d like to give it some, um, special attention. Think you could spare me a moment for that?”

“Oh,” replied Cyndi, screwing up her face in mock-concentration, then sighing, “I suppose… if it doesn’t take too long.” Then she threw her arms round her mother’s neck. “You’re so silly, Mommy,” she giggled. “You can do… anything you want to me. ‘Specially in bed.”

Evelyn leaned in close to kiss her daughter, flicking her tongue into the young girl’s mouth. Cyndi responded in kind, and the two kissed hotly for awhile. Gently breaking away, Evelyn murmured, “Get on your hands and knees, baby, facing the door… Mommy wants to play.”

Eyes flashing with excitement, Cyndi slipped from her mother’s arms and positioned her lithe body on all fours, glancing expectantly back over her shoulder at Evelyn. “What are you gonna do to me, Mommy?” she cooed.

“You’ll see, honey,” said Evelyn, rising to kneel behind her daughter, savoring the sight of Cyndi’s adorable ass. She had fantasized of touching, tasting her child’s bottom for weeks. Now she and Cyndi were lovers, and that cute little butt was hers to explore as she wished.

Evelyn cupped her daughter’s ass in both hands, then began to caress her.

“Mmm, Mommy… that feels good,” Cyndi sighed.

Rather than reply, Evelyn leaned closer and pressed her face against the girl’s bottom, placing a warm kiss here and there. Cyndi purred with pleasure.

The scent of her daughter’s skin, the softness… Evelyn felt lightheaded. Her kisses grew hotter and hungrier, her lips parting, the tip of her tongue emerging to join the fun as she made love to Cyndi’s ass. Wanting more, she parted her child’s buttocks with her hands, then slowly ran her tongue through the girl’s anal cleft in one long, luxurious lick.

“Oh, Mommy!” gasped Cyndi. “Oh, that feels so… so…” and she moaned as her mother burrowed her face between her cheeks, exploring the young girl’s asshole with her tongue. “Oh,” Cyndi whimpered.

Evelyn’s head spun from the sheer emotional overload of it all. The forbidden fantasy of rimming her own thirteen-year-old child had come to pass — and it was even better than she’d imagined. She circled the pucker of Cyndi’s anus with the tip of her tongue, then pressed a deep, soulful kiss between her daughter’s buttocks.

“Oooooohhh,” the girl responded, her head lolling back, mouth slack. “That… oh, Mommy, what you’re d-doing to me — it’s lovely!”

Evelyn continued to lovingly kiss Cyndi’s asshole, as if it were her daughter’s pretty mouth. Then she began to lick again… slowly, sensually dragging her tongue up through the thirteen-year-old’s crack, over and over again.

Cyndi was trembling now, her body taut as an archer’s bow. “I love you, Mommy,” the girl was whispering. “I love you. I love you.”

Her desire now whipped into a raging firestorm, Evelyn quickly reversed position to slide beneath Cyndi’s outthrust pelvis. She gazed up, enthralled at her daughter’s sugary slit, the child’s sparse pubes the color of winter wheat. Reaching around to grasp Cyndi’s ass, Evelyn pulled the girl’s beautiful pussy down to her already open mouth, tongue poised to explore her most intimate places.

Cyndi threw her head back with a soft cry of surprise at the sensation of her mother’s hot mouth, now covering her pussy. It was everything she had anticipated — and more! She gasped, head spinning wildly as a warm, wet tongue pushed its way into her opening. “Oh, God,” she breathed, her hands clutching the sheets.

Evelyn was feasting at the threshold of her daughter’s womanhood, intoxicated by the taste, the smell, the heat and wetness of Cyndi. Her heart swelled with love for her child as she did her best to pleasure the thirteen-year-old nymph. She probed the girl’s slit with a wriggling tongue, teasingly lapped at her sticky labia, drank deep of her essence.

Cyndi’s body bucked and rocked atop her mother’s face, Evelyn’s mouth plastered to her divine juncture, the girl moaning and panting as her pleasure rose steadily higher. She felt her climax approach; welcomed its nearness.

Then Cyndi gasped as she felt her mother’s finger pressing gently against her anus — first the tip entering the toast-warm cleft between her cheeks, then the entire finger. Her moaning grew louder.

Suddenly Evelyn’s lips fastened themselves to the little girl’s clitoris to suck at the tiny nubbin… and Cyndi’s world exploded in a searing flash of white light.

Her daughter’s thighs squeezing her face, Evelyn continued to lick and suck at the girl’s sweetness as she came, the room ringing with Cyndi’s cries of ecstasy. She took her child to the peaks of pleasure, then gently brought her down to earth… her lips barely touching the glistening slit as her daughter rested, still on her knees, her face buried in a pillow.

Evelyn scooted from beneath her now quiet daughter and sat up, then carefully rolled the flushed and trembling child onto her back. Eyes shining with love, Evelyn lay down next to Cyndi, taking the girl’s slender form into her arms, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Oh, Mommy,” Cyndi sighed contentedly, snuggling into her mother’s embrace, “that was the nicest feeling I’ve ever had.” She raised her face to Evelyn’s, and they shared a gentle but passionate kiss. Cyndi’s tongue emerged to lick around her mother’s mouth, her eyes lighting up as she sampled her own flavor.

“Mmm, yummy,” she cooed. “I love how my pussy tastes!”

“Mmm-hmm. You’re luscious, sweetheart,” Evelyn smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her daughter’s face.

“So, Mommy,” Cyndi whispered, grinning shyly, “Now I wanna know what you taste like!”

Evelyn smiled. “Oh, my precious… that would make me very happy.”

Grinning, Cyndi leaned in to plant a quick kiss on her mother’s lips — but Evelyn’s tongue darted into her daughter’s mouth, and what was an affectionate peck quickly grew hot and hungry, parent and child kissing like the lovers they had become.

Cyndi climbed atop her mother’s naked body and took Evelyn’s face in her hands as their hungry mouths mashed together, tongues entwined in a ballet of passion. Evelyn was breathless with excitement when her daughter broke their kiss. “Cyndi… darling!” she gasped.

But by then her loving child was nuzzling her way down Evelyn’s quivering body, pressing her lips into the hollow of her mother’s throat, hands sliding up to claim the woman’s breasts. Cyndi playfully bit her mother’s neck, and Evelyn inhaled sharply, a sharp buzz of pleasure surging through her. Sliding down further, the young girl flicked at Evelyn’s nipple with an eager tongue.

“Oh, my,” Evelyn moaned, reaching down to cup her daughter’s bottom.

Cyndi responded by taking her mother’s right nipple into her mouth, sucking at the soft tip of her beautiful breast, then switching to the left. She flexed her ass lewdly as her mother’s fingers trailed lightly through the crack of her butt, brushing the taut rosebud.

Evelyn’s breasts delighted Cyndi. They were so soft and nice, and the sensation of her mother’s nipples growing firm in her mouth was thrilling. And Mommy’s fingers feel so good playing with my bottom like that, she thought.

She was impatient to taste her mother’s pussy, though, so with a goodbye kiss for each of Evelyn’s nipples, the young girl squirmed further downward. Pausing to place a few pecks on her mother’s tummy, Cyndi soon found herself lying between Evelyn’s thighs, eyes wide at her first up-close glimpse of a woman’s pussy. Even better, she told herself, it’s my sweet, sexy mommy’s pussy. Her heart throbbed as she lowered her face to the glistening slit before her, placing a loving kiss on its pink folds.

“Mmmm…” Evelyn moaned, “my angel…”

Cyndi’s tongue emerged to lick at her mother’s labia — then she paused, sampling her first taste of another woman’s cunt. Liking what she found, the girl buried her face between Evelyn’s legs, eager to bring pleasure to the woman who had given her life.

It’s just like kissing a mouth, she decided, and made the kiss a passionate one, sliding her tongue deep into her mother’s moist opening. The moan that burst from Evelyn’s lips just then was sweet music to the teen’s ears.

Evelyn’s fingers tangled in her daughter’s hair as the child feasted on her pussy. It was impossible, couldn’t really be happening. But it was. Her forbidden fantasy had come to life; she and Cyndi were making love. Guilt or shame seemed pointless in the face of how completely, utterly right their new relationship felt.

She gasped again as her daughter’s wicked tongue slid down her slit and further, slipping between Evelyn’s buttocks to tease her asshole. “Oh,” she whimpered, a tear of joy slowly rolling down her cheek, “oh, yes.”

Cyndi raised her wet mouth from her mother, taking a deep breath before dipping back down to take that little pink tip at the top of her mother’s pussy between her lips, that special place that always felt so good when she touched herself.

Evelyn panted like a marathon runner, whorls of ever-growing pleasure winding through her body as Cyndi sucked at her clit. Her daughter’s hot mouth was like a flame caressing her cunt, driving her to new heights of ecstasy with every kiss, each flick of the tongue.

Then Cyndi slid a finger deep into her mother’s pussy, with a single stroke — and Evelyn cried out as a frenzied orgasm gripped and shook her like a rag doll. She shuddered in a helpless frenzy, teeth clenched as the sweet child continued to pleasure her cunt. Finally, after coming at least three times, Evelyn placed a hand on Cyndi’s shoulder to stop her, gasping for breath so hard she could not speak.

Cyndi raised her head from her mother’s pussy, then crawled into Evelyn’s embrace. She gave her mom some time to recover, then kissed her mouth softly, lovingly.

“Mmmm…” Evelyn hummed, her heartbeat kicking up a notch as she tasted her own cunt on Cyndi’s lips. She made the kiss a heated one, her tongue emerging to lick around her daughter’s mouth just like Cyndi had done earlier.

Finally they lay entwined, Cyndi’s head resting on her mother’s breast, sharing soft, languid caresses.

“That was beautiful, Mommy,” the young girl sighed. “I’m so happy that we’re lovers.” Then she giggled. “It feels so good… just saying it!” Lifting her face to gaze at Evelyn with adoring eyes, she softly sang, “Mommy is my lover, Mommy is my lover, Mommy is my loverrrr…” She buried her face into her mother’s breasts, squeezing her tightly.

Evelyn cuddled her child close, heart buoyant with joy. “Yes, I am, honey,” she murmured. “I am. And you… you’re the most wonderful daughter in the world.”

Resting peacefully against her mother’s breast, Cyndi enjoyed a contented yawn. “Can we take a nap now, Mommy? I’m all sleepy…”

Evelyn stroked her daughter’s back. “Of course, honey. Just relax… I’ll hold you while you get some rest.”

“Thanks, Mommy,” Cyndi mumbled. “Love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” Evelyn whispered… but the girl was already drifting off.

Evelyn held her daughter, her eyes growing moist as she marveled at this miracle that had fallen into her arms, this bewitching creature that had come from her body thirteen years ago. Now they had discovered a new intimacy, a different way to share love. We’re not just mother and daughter now, Evelyn mused. We’ve become something more.

But can I still really be a mother to Cyndi after this? she suddenly thought, a cold tendril of worry touching her heart. Being here with her like this is heavenly, but I don’t want to lose what she and I had before. The helping with schoolwork, teaching her to drive, baking her cookies, watching sappy movies together… can we keep those things and still make love?

Evelyn sighed. Then she smiled, placing a soft kiss upon her daughter’s head. There was no need to fret. It might not be easy — setting boundaries, determining where being a parent left off and being a lover began… but they would make it work. Cyndi and I want it to work, she told herself, and that’s enough.

A pleasant haze of drowsiness was gradually seeping into Evelyn’s thoughts, and her jaws suddenly gaped wide in a long, satisfying yawn. Guess I’ll nap too, she decided. With an arm draped protectively over her daughter’’s nude body, Evelyn settled into the marshmallowy softness of her pillow.

And as she slowly, slowly floated into tranquil slumber, one final thought appeared. This is paradise that we’ve found… a sweet, loving haven for my baby and me. Just a little corner of paradise…

Mother and daughter slept quietly, peacefully.

The End

By JetBoy

My name is Marilyn. I’m twenty-four now, and the story I’m going to tell you happened when I was eighteen. Basically, it’s all about how I came to find the true love of my life — only it happens to be with a lover who practically no one knows about. That’s the way we both want it.

It was my first year of college. By that time I’d had a few boyfriends, and gone all the way with one of them. Still, I felt inexperienced compared to my friends, and really looked forward to exploring my sexuality when I left home for the university.

Well, I got my wish and then some, though not in the way I’d expected.

I’d never given much thought to getting sexually involved with another girl before, not even in my fantasies — but once I moved into a cramped dormitory space with my new roommate Jenny, that changed. To make a long story short, Jenny and her best friend and fuck buddy Carla not only seduced me, took me to bed and introduced me to lesbian love, they turned me into their submissive sex toy as well. I’d never known until then how much it thrilled me to give myself over to the will of another.

Jenny and Carla controlled me completely. I could only wear the clothes they selected for me — and they delighted in making me dress like a total slut, usually without panties or a bra. When I was in our room, the house rule was that I had to be naked the whole time, ready to fuck whenever my lovers wanted. And we fucked a lot. Luckily, Jenny and Carla made certain that I got the required schoolwork done. They were both honor students themselves, and didn’t want their plaything to get kicked out of school for bad grades.

It was one freaky ride — yet at the same time my life was simpler than it had ever been, reduced to a diet of studying, classes, and lesbian sex. I loved it.

That’s not the story I’m sharing now, though — what I want to tell you about is the day things really got out of control. The day my mom came to visit.

It was Saturday, and I’d spent the entire morning playing with Carla and Jenny. As usual, I was naked, and Carla was corkscrewing her vibrator in and out of my ass when my cell phone went off. I glanced at Jenny, waiting for permission to answer. She nodded, so I reached over to pluck the chiming device from my nightstand.

The vibrator was on low and buzzed tantalizingly in my rectum as I flipped the phone open and brought it to my ear.

“Hello?” I said breathlessly.

“Hi, honey!” a cheerful voice replied. Oh, God… it was my mother!

“Um, h-hi, Mom!” I stammered.

“Guess what? I’m on the way up to pay you a little visit! I should be there in about twenty minutes.”

I was too stunned to reply, at first, but finally I managed, “Wow, Mom… that sounds great!” desperately trying to keep control of my voice. Carla still had her hand on the vibrator and, a wicked smile on her lips, turned it up a notch. She and Jenny giggled when the buzzing of the toy grew louder and higher pitched. I moaned without meaning to as it throbbed crazily in my anus.

“Are you all right, Marilyn?” my mom asked.

“Sure, Mom — um, my b-back’s kind of sore.” I said, trying my damnedest not to let myself come.

“Yeah, I remember how hard dormitory beds are,” Mom laughed. “So, I’ll call you when I get to the school, okay? Maybe you can take me to lunch.”

Carla slowly eased the eight-inch vibrator even deeper into my ass. It was all I could do not to cry out loud.

“Yeah that’ll work just great Mom see you then,” I said in one burst, desperately trying to end the conversation before I went off.

“What’s that buzzing sound?” My mother asked.

“I don’t know it’s coming from the room next door, but I gotta grab a shower so I’ll see you when you get here,” I said, all but panting. Carla was working the vibrator in and out of me now.

“Okay then, honey… see you soon!”

My head was spinning. “Bye!” I gasped, and clicked the phone shut, dropping it to the floor.

“Is Mommy coming to visit her little girl?” Jenny asked as Carla slowly pumped the vibrator in and out.

“Yeah,” I moaned. “She’s gonna b-be here in about twenty minutes.” I got up on all fours, arching my back and parting my legs to take Carla’s toy even deeper.

But instead of giving me the fuck I ached for, she withdrew her vibrator. “You’d better go shower, then,” she smirked.

I knelt there for a few seconds, shivering with frustration. Damn it. Carla had a thing for bringing me to the boil without finishing me off. She always did make me come, eventually — but until then, she loved to leave me hungry, desperately craving release. Sometimes for hours. And I wasn’t allowed to masturbate, ever — not unless Jenny or Carla instructed me to.

Slowly regaining my breath, I rose from the bed, grabbed a towel, threw on my bathrobe and hustled out of the dorm room with my shower bag. I washed as quickly as I could, then hurried back.

The girls were lounging on my bed. Jenny was fingering Carla, the Irish girl’s pale skin and soft red pubic hair starkly contrasted by the shiny black of Jenny’s fingernails as they slid in and out of her pussy. My face had been buried in those auburn pubes many times, happily licking Carla to orgasm.

I shrugged out of my bathrobe, longingly watching my friends make love, then padded over to open the underwear drawer with a sigh.

“Jenny?” I hesitantly asked as I pulled a tiny thong, the only kind of panties my lovers ever let me wear, over my hips.

“Yes, Marilyn?” Jenny said as she glanced up at me.

“Since I’m meeting my mom… do you, um, think I could maybe wear a bra?” I asked.

“No… I don’t think so,” Jenny said. With a parting kiss to Carla’s cunt, she stood and padded over to me, then bent down to flick at my nipples with her tongue. I moaned. God, I love having my breasts licked. “What’s the matter, Marilyn?” she purred, raising her mocking face to mine. “Afraid of Mommy seeing your nipples?” Pulling me to her, Jenny crushed her mouth to mine. I closed my eyes, returning her kiss.

Jenny was nibbling my ear while Carla browsed through our closet, choosing the clothes I was to wear that day. When my cell phone rang again, she bent down to deftly scoop it up from the carpet. I thought Carla was going to hand it to me — instead, she answered it herself.

“Hello?” she chirped, then paused. “No, this is Carla, I’m Marilyn’s friend.” She listened for a moment. “Okay, I’ll let her know… she’s doing her hair now.”

Carla grinned as she closed the phone with a flourish. “Mommy’s heeeeerrrre,” she sang.

She tossed me my white tank top, and I pulled it on. It was pretty snug, and my nipples were clearly visible through the thin material.

Then Carla handed me a skirt, and I stepped into it, fastening it around my waist. It was black and came to just above my knees. The tank top came down to just above my navel, showing off my belly button.

I studied myself in the mirror. It could have been worse, though I still looked pretty trashy.

“You’re absolutely scrumptious,” Jenny said. “Off you go, now — mustn’t keep Mommy waiting.” She reached under my skirt to give my ass a quick squeeze as I stepped into a pair of sandals, handing me my shoulder bag as Carla opened the door.

“We’re gonna grab a shower and get dressed… maybe we’ll see you two later,” Jenny cooed as I walked out the door.

I apprehensively trudged down the stairs towards the lobby, bracing myself to meet Mom. Would she make a big deal about how I looked? Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to the stairwell and stepped out. There she was, all smiles as she waited for me.

“Honey!” Mom cried, as she jumped up from the bench to give me a hug.

Maybe it was due to my lack of a bra, maybe it was because Carla hadn’t finished me off with the vibrator, maybe it was because of all the girl/girl sex I’d enjoyed in the past few months — but I distinctly felt my mother’s breasts as they pressed against mine, and the warmth and softness of them made me all tingly. I hugged her back, suddenly conscious how good she smelled.

“So good to see you, hon,” Mom said. “Ready for lunch?”

“That sounds great,” I said. “I’m starved.” We started walking toward the campus cafe.

Given that I’d been looking at girls and women a lot more lately, I couldn’t help but notice, as if for the first time, how beautiful my mother still was. She was in her late thirties and worked out daily, and her body showed it. I’d always envied her honey-brown hair, much preferring it to my own darker hue.

I caught myself imagining what Mom looked like naked when she glanced at me — and it was then that she noticed that I’d gone without a bra. For a split second a look of disapproval flashed in her eyes, but she said nothing and walked through the door as I held it open.

We ordered deli sandwiches and coffee at the counter, then seated ourselves a booth and ate together. My mind wandered as I recalled how Jenny had once slipped her hand under my skirt in the booth next to this one and masturbated me to a frenzied climax, while I nearly bit through my lower lip trying not to scream. Despite being in the presence of my mother, I found myself getting a little excited at the memory.

We talked about classes and a bunch of other things related to college life. Mom asked if I was spending my spare time with any cute boys, and I said no. Then she brought me up to speed on all the news from home.

As we made small talk, I noticed that Mom was occasionally glancing downward — and realized with a start that she was sneaking little peeks at my breasts, clearly outlined beneath that flimsy top. I was shocked and a little appalled to realize that I was kind of turned on, knowing that my mother was checking me out.

Jesus, I thought. I’m turning into a fucking pervert.

“I’d love to see your dorm room,” Mom said as we were finishing our coffee.

My heart almost stopped beating. I’d been so concerned with my appearance that the possibility of Mom visiting our room hadn’t even crossed my mind. Idiot, I cursed myself. Fucking idiot!

A tendril of fear curled and uncurled in my belly as I thought about Jenny and Carla. It had been about a half hour, maybe more — they were probably done showering, but they might still be in the room getting dressed. What would they do if I just popped in with Mom? Those two were capable of anything!

What reason could I use to keep her away, though? Think. Think.

“Um… it’s pretty messy,” I mumbled. It was the best I could do. “Are you sure you want to see it?”

Mom just laughed. “I’d be worried if it wasn’t messy. Come on, honey — give me the tour.”

Shit. “Okay, then. But I… I just have to make sure my roommate is decent before you come in.”

“Was she the one I talked to on the phone?” Mom asked. “She seemed very nice.”

“N-no, that was Carla, she’s always around,” I stammered. “Sometimes I think she must rent her dorm out to another student or something. She’s a friend of ours.”

“Well, shall we?” Mom said happily as she pushed her tray to one side and stood.

“Sure!” I said, trying to add a note of confidence to my voice. It sounded cheesy and fake, at least it did to me.

A few nervous moments later we were on my floor. I scanned about for Jenny or Carla — no sign of either one. So far, so good.

When I got to the room I knocked on the door. There was no answer, so I got my key out and we went in. They weren’t there! I nearly sighed with relief.

“So… this is it,” I said as I walked in, quickly throwing a magazine on top of the vibrator, which Carla had left on the desk. There were clothes and underwear strewn about, not to mention empty take-out containers, CDs, coffee cups, books and homework in various stages of completion — pretty messy, like I’d said. I was relieved to see that the lid of the toy chest was closed, imagining Mom’s response if she caught a glimpse of our collection of sex gear.

My mother only said, “Definitely not a guy’s room,” as she noticed Carla’s tiny see-through panties on the floor.

“So, um, maybe we should go somewhere or do something…?” I suggested, hoping to be out of the room before Jenny and Carla got back.

But then the doorknob began to turn. Too late, I thought as my eyes shut, dreading whatever was going to happen.

Jenny and Carla walked in, both wearing only towels. Carla’s towel was so short that it barely covered her ass. As Jenny let the door close behind her, I could see her looking my mother up and down, then smiling.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mom said, then glanced at me. “We should really get going now, honey.”

I was about to agree and hustle us both out of there, but Jenny spoke up first. “Oh, don’t go,” she said, all sweetness and light. “You must stay — for a few minutes, at least.” She extended her hand to my mother. “I’m Jenny, Marilyn’s roommate… and this is Carla, our best friend in the whole world.”

“I’m Donna,” my mother said, and shook Jenny’s hand, a bit nervous around this half-naked girl. I could tell Jenny was enjoying it, too, and that really scared me. Worse, she was looking at Mom like she wanted to put her between two crackers and gobble her up.

“Hi, Donna,” said Carla, waving to Mom, her towel looking as if it was about to fall off completely. My mother murmured a soft hello. She had gone a bit pale, I noticed.

“Just excuse us… we’ll go throw some clothes on, and then we can all have a nice chat,” Jenny said. She stepped toward the door of her wardrobe, reached for the handle — then paused, gazing at me with a slight frown.

“Marilyn,” she said, “You’re breaking our rule.”

My heart froze, my stomach knotted itself, and my knees began to quiver. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would come. Oh God oh God oh GOD… why is she DOING this…?

“What rule?” My mother innocently asked, right on cue.

“Well, you see, Donna,” Jenny said, walking over to me, “we made a deal with Marilyn, at the start of the semester, that any time she was in the dorm, she would take all her clothes off as soon as she came in the door.”

Mom’s startled eyes swung to me for verification. I was numb with horror, completely unable to move or talk.

As if she had all the time in the world, Jenny reached down to unzip my skirt. I stood dumbstruck as it fell from my body to lie at my feet. Then she grasped the bottom of my tank top, gazing expectantly at me. I slowly raised my arms, and Jenny pulled it up and off, baring my breasts. Finally, she took hold of my thong, which didn’t really cover anything anyway, and slowly tugged it down to my ankles. She straightened and folded her arms, eyes penetrating mine as she waited for me to finish the job. I stepped out of my skirt, thong and sandals, which left me completely naked in front of my mother.

“Marilyn…?” Mom said in a small voice.

“Well, as long as Marilyn’s undressed, we might as well just get comfy too,” Jenny said, slipping out of her towel. Mom’s eyes gaped at my roommate’s nakedness in disbelief as Jenny idly patted herself dry, then glanced over at Carla just in time to see our friend casually shed her towel, hanging it on the closet door.

Propping a foot on her bed to dry her leg, Jenny suddenly paused, staring at me, Letting the towel slip to the floor, she drew close, gazing deep into my eyes. “God, Marilyn… you are so sexy,” she whispered, placing her hands on my breasts.

She kissed me, her tongue darting past my lips to play. My head spun at what Jenny was doing — making out with me in front of Mom!

Carla was leaning against the wall cupping her breasts, watching eagerly as Jenny caressed my nipples to throbbing hardness. Then Jenny dipped her head and gave each one a long, slow lick, making me shiver with pleasure in spite of my fear. I stood rooted to the spot, wondering what she would do to me next.

She reached out to stroke my cheek. “So lovely,” Jenny whispered.

Then she turned away from me… to face my mother.

“Hi, Donna…” Jenny murmured, calmly making her way to where Mom stood.

“W-what are you doing?” Mom whispered, clearly unnerved by this naked young woman who stood so nonchalantly before her.

Jenny gave her an angelic smile — then began to unbutton my mother’s blouse!

I could only watch in utter shock as Mom reached up to hold her top shut. Ignoring her feeble efforts, Jenny unfastened the remaining buttons calmly, as though she was undressing a child. I waited for Mom to move back, even shove her away — but she only stared, her expression one of disbelief as Jenny slid the light yellow top from her shoulders. Mom was now standing before us in slacks and a plain white bra. My heart pounded as I awaited Jenny’s next move.

She reached behind my mother to unhook and remove her bra, dropping it carelessly to the floor. Her eyes never left Mom’s as she bent down to take a nipple into her mouth.

“I… I d-don’t…” Mom stammered, then her eyes seemed to glaze over, a soft whimper escaping her throat as her lips parted.

I couldn’t believe this. Mom wasn’t putting up any sort of a fight — she was actually allowing Jenny to seduce her. In fact, she was getting excited!

As Jenny’s tongue played over my mother’s nipples, her hands deftly unfastened Mom’s pants and slid them down her shapely legs, exposing sheer white panties. They were conservatively cut, but I could see the dark triangle of her pubes through them.

That icy knot of fear at the base of my spine was fading fast, while a very familiar warmth was making itself felt in my cunt as I stared at my mother’s nearly nude body. God, she was hot.

As if she was reading my mind, Jenny swiveled her head toward me and said “Marilyn, come here.”

Carla nudged me forward and my feet hesitantly carried me to Jenny, who was now openly fondling my half-naked mother. I stood before them. Mom’s head was tilted back, her eyes closed.

Jenny moved to one side, transfixing me with a look. “Go on,” she purred. “Kiss Mommy’s nipples.”

I felt every sensation imaginable at that moment. This was incredibly wrong, but I couldn’t take my eyes from my mother’s breasts. Damn it, what was Jenny trying to do to me?

“I — I can’t…” I said, but it was barely audible.

“Marilyn…” Jenny said sternly, a catch in her voice I knew all too well.

It was incest, it was utterly forbidden, this was my mother… yet I dared not disobey.

My gaze flickered to Mom’s bare breasts, and I shivered at the sudden realization that I wanted to taste her nipples — wanted to feel them stiffen in my mouth.

My mother and I stared at one another for a small eternity, our faces burning, then her eyes drifted shut. I understood. Maybe she didn’t want me to do this thing, maybe she did — but like me, she was unable to stop it from happening.

I slowly leaned forward, my lips grazing her nipple. Then my tongue trailed slowly over her skin, caressing the soft bare flesh of my mother’s breast.

“Oh, God,” Mom moaned, although I wasn’t sure whether it was from pleasure or humiliation. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jenny’s hand slip into Mom’s panties, then heard her fingers moving in my mother’s wet pussy. With her free hand, Jenny guided my head to Mom’s other breast, and I took that nipple into my mouth, sucking it gently.

A moment later my mother’s arms gently drew my head close, cradling me to her breasts as if I were an infant again, and she was encouraging me to nurse from her.

Jenny knelt to slide Mom’s panties down to her feet. I glanced downward to steal a glimpse of my mother’s full thatch of chestnut pubes. The sight of her pussy sent my arousal soaring even higher. I couldn’t believe I was having sexual thoughts about my own mom, that I was actually pleasuring her breasts with my mouth. I guess Jenny and Carla really had molded me into a lesbian slut.

I sensed Carla standing close behind me, then moaned around Mom’s nipple as my lover caressed my ass, her fingers slipping between my legs to graze the moist flesh there.

Suddenly Carla grasped a handful of my hair and pulled me away from Mom’s breasts, turning me around to face her.

I gasped. She was wearing her black strap-on cock, attached around her waist with a leather harness. Oh, God… was she really going to use that on me in front of my mother?

One hand on my shoulder, Carla shoved me into a kneeling position at her feet. Behind me Mom moaned as Jenny did something to her, I didn’t know what.

Carla’s cock was now inches from my face. “Suck it.” she said, guiding me by the back of the head until the head grazed my lips. I parted them, and felt it slide into my mouth.

It felt so fucking weird to be doing this while my mother watched, yet I realized that I was getting more and more into the sheer kinkiness of the moment, to the point of wanting to push things even further. My hands slid around Carla’s back to fondle her ass as I bathed her cock with my tongue, licking it lewdly up and down, kissing the tip. She purred with delight as my fingers teased her butt crack.

After a minute or so Carla placed a finger under my chin. “Stand up.” she commanded, and I released the cock and rose to my feet. My eyes were level with hers, our breasts lightly touching. My mouth tasted of latex.

Carla kissed me hotly, her hand stealing between my legs to slide a finger deep into my pussy. My mind was reeling, body pulsing with excitement. Leading me by the cunt, she walked us both over to the bed and shoved me onto it, climbing on to kneel between my thighs.

I spread myself wide open for her, knowing what she wanted, not caring anymore that Mom was watching. Hell, that only made me hotter.

That beautiful cock clenched in her fist, Carla slid the tip of it along the opening to my cunt, then began to slide the length of it into me. As she entered my body, I moaned as the air rushed out of my lungs. She kept going, penetrating me an inch at a time until her tummy brushed mine — then she reached around to grasp my ass and started fucking me for real.

Parting my thighs to take Carla deeper, I turned my head to see Mom staring at us as my lover began to ride me like an animal — hard and fast, just the way I liked it. My mother’s arms were entwined around Jenny, who was fingering her cunt.

Then Jenny kissed her. I saw Mom hesitate for a few seconds, then respond. She was timid at first, but my roommate’s passion was contagious, drawing out my mother’s lust. Within seconds, I thrilled to the sight of her tongue plunging into my lover’s mouth as their kiss grew hot and hungry.

I’d never even suspected that my mother was into women, but Jenny and Carla must have sensed right away that she was as open to lesbian love as I’d been when they first seduced me — and that Mommy was every inch the submissive slut that I had become.

Suddenly Jenny broke their embrace, leading my mother over to where Carla and I lay fucking. “Get on the bed,” my roommate said, forcing her to kneel next to my head. Carla raised herself to make room for Mom, barely missing a stroke.

“What– what–” my mother stammered as one of her knees came to rest by my ear. Her bare breasts dangled before my face for an instant, then she was straddling my head. Her pussy was inches from my mouth, glistening from the pleasure Jenny’s fingers had given her.

“Sit on her face,” Jenny purred, “and you’ll see how well we taught your little girl.”

My mother was frozen, unable to move of her own free will, but Jenny pushed her down until my mouth was buried between Mom’s thighs. She smelled incredible.

So I began to lick her, pressing my tongue into the wet flesh. I could feel where her clit lurked, a hard nub just above her opening, and sucked on it, flicking it with my tongue. She moaned, her voice torn between pleasure and shock. Carla’s slippery cock was still pumping in and out, in and out of my dripping hole.

“Touch Marilyn’s clit, Donna,” Jenny said. “Here — like this.”

I couldn’t see Mom’s face then, but someone was guiding a hand between my legs, then I felt fingers hesitantly stroking my clitoris. Carla’s prick spread my cunt wide open as she took me without mercy.

“Now, touch her pussy… feel the way Carla fucks her,” Jenny said.

Mom’s delicate fingers traced my lips where they surrounded the plunging cock. The sensation was dizzying, and I suddenly felt the nearness of release.

Carla took one especially deep thrust, pinning my mother’s hand between us. My body tensed, then spasmed as an orgasm crashed into me like a ton of bricks.

I came like a wildcat, still eating Mom’s pussy as best I could. I guess I was getting the job done, because she began to come herself, grinding her cunt into my face. Finally I heard her cry out loud — then she slumped to one side.

I felt Carla withdraw, and lay there in a daze, the air suddenly cool against my wet face as Mom slowly climbed off me and sank onto her side, facing the wall. Her shoulders quivered, and I suddenly heard her sob.

“Oh, God… what have we done?” she whispered. She was trembling with emotion, on the verge of tears.

I pressed myself against her naked back, nuzzling her neck, trying to reassure her. “Don’t cry, Mom,” I whispered, kissing her ear. “I love you.”

“Let me,” I heard Jenny say. She tilted her head away from the bed, indicating that I was to get up. I shakily rose to my feet, and she slipped into bed to take my place next to Mom, wrapping her arms around her and kissing my mother’s back and shoulders. Carla was sitting on my desk with her legs open, holding the cock up against her belly with one hand and fingering her cunt with the other.

My mother sighed as she began to respond to Jenny’s gentle lovemaking. I knew from experience just how persuasive my roommate’s skills of seduction could be. Finally Mom hesitantly turned around to face Jenny, smiling shyly, and they kissed.

Then Jenny rose to a kneeling position next to Mom and mounted her, a wicked smile on her lips as she positioned herself just above my mother’s wide-eyed face.

“I… I don’t…” my mother stammered as she stared at Jenny’s cunt, nervously licking her lips.

“Don’t be silly, Donna,” Jenny cooed, “you know you want to…” And she slowly lowered herself onto Mom’s mouth.

I couldn’t see my mother’s face, but Jenny soon sighed, happily hugging herself — so I knew that she was getting her cunt serviced the way she wanted. Soon, I could hear Mom’s mouth making wet sounds between my roommate’s thighs.

Carla was still seated on my desk, two fingers deep in her pussy. I took her in my arms and kissed her hotly, stroking her breasts with one hand, pausing to scissor a taut nipple between my fingers. She moaned into my mouth when I did that.

As our tongues played, I heard Jenny croon, “Ohhh, Donna… that feels so nice… oh, yes. Damn, Marilyn — your mother is really good at eating pussy.” I twisted around to watch her ride Mom’s face, my hands fondling Carla all the while.

Carla’s tongue trailed its way up to my ear, and she whispered, “I want to watch you finger your mom. Come on.” She seized my hand and led me over to the foot of the bed.

The view was unforgettable. A flushed Jenny was facing me, and my mother’s mouth was eagerly licking and sucking at her cunt. It was pretty obvious that Mom had done this kind of thing before.

I hadn’t really seen my mother naked since I was a little girl, and took this opportunity to drink in the sight of her bare body, feeling my desire growing sharp once more. She was soft and sweet and curvy in all the right places, with a truly succulent pair of breasts and shapely legs. Her pussy looked yummy and very wet — I could smell her from where I was standing.

Unable and unwilling to stop myself, I slipped my hand between Mom’s thighs to caress her sex — working a probing finger into her creamy canal, then another.

Mom’s upper face was hidden, but I saw her mouth glued to my lover’s cunt. I heard her make sounds of pleasure as she ate the pussy of a young woman, watched her hips rock to the tempo of my fingers as I fucked her harder.

Jenny’s head was thrown back, and she was panting like a dog. Suddenly a strangled cry burst from her lips as she exploded in a raging orgasm. Mom was nibbling her clit, her hands grasping Jenny’s hips, holding her as steady as she could while my roommate came in her face.

Finally Jenny gasped, “Th-that’s enough.” She climbed off my mom’s face and staggered over to collapse in a nearby chair, exhaling deeply as she sat.

Mom’s eyes met mine as I massaged her vaginal wall with my fingers. A look of purest adoration was on her face. “Honey,” she whispered.

Withdrawing my hand from between her thighs, I licked at my wet fingertips as Mom and I stared at one another, the lust we both felt openly revealed in our eyes. I knelt beside my mother, lowered my face to hers and claimed her mouth with mine. Her lips parted for me and we kissed like lovers, tongues entwining in a ballet of naked desire.

I broke our kiss, then climbed onto the bed to straddle Mom’s face just as Jenny had, my pussy directly above her parted lips. No words were needed — we both wanted this.

She began to lick me, tenderly at first — and before I knew it she was deep between my thighs, loving me with her mouth.

I had to pleasure her, too. My breasts were mashed against my mother’s tummy, the aroma of pussy rising to bewitch me yet again. Burying my face in her matted pubes, I kissed Mom’s clitoris as her tongue darted in and out of me.

Then I felt someone squeeze into the space between me and the bed’s headboard. A hand parted my buttocks, and two fingers anointed the crack of my ass with cool lubricant.

“Yeah, Carla. Do it!” Jenny growled, standing nearby.

I moaned into Mom’s pussy as the tip of the latex cock began to press against my anus, then popped inside. Carla fed it into me an inch or so at a time, gradually easing her way into my rectum.

I saw stars, moaning into Mom’s pussy as Carla slid her cock out — and back in. Then again. Again.

Carla didn’t have much room to work, and she was pressing against my back as she ass-fucked me, so I was sandwiched between the sweaty bodies of my mother and my lover.

The entire universe was reduced to my mother’s tongue, her pussy, Carla’s dick and my asshole. Nothing else existed… or mattered.

On the tenth stroke or so I raised my face from Mom’s sex and hissed through clenched teeth, “Harder… Jesus, harder! FUCK ME!”

So she shoved that cock into my hole with one hard thrust, her belly smacking against my ass. And with that, I fucking exploded.

My orgasm hit, fast and furious, roaring through me like a fireball. I was panting for breath, barely able to keep my mouth on Mom’s pussy. So I blindly worked her cunt with my fingers, tweaking the nub of her clit with my other hand.

Then in the midst of the ass pounding Carla was giving me, the fire in my belly swelled up and spilled over and I was coming again — the biggest one yet. I screamed, and that’s when my mom climaxed herself. I felt the first convulsion rock her body, and mine.

Somehow Mom and I managed to keep pleasuring each other as we both shook and shuddered in the sweetest of ecstasies. All the while Carla’s hard cock continued to plunge in and out of my rectum, until I finally regained enough of my voice to beg her to stop. She eased her latex toy out of me, and I crumpled onto my side, exhausted.

The smell of sex, thick and spicy, filled the room. I looked over at my mother to see her lying peacefully, a blissful smile on her lips. I crawled into her arms, and we shared a lover’s kiss. The last thing I remember before I dozed off was seeing Jenny stepping into the harness of the strap-on as Carla bent over the sofa, her ass high, waiting…

I woke a short while later to find Mom studying my face, her hand lightly stroking my hair. “Jenny and Carla stepped out for a little while,” she murmured. “They wanted to give us some time together.”

I snuggled against my mother, breathing in the sweetness of her skin. “I love you, Mom… God, I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” she replied, her hand sliding down to cup my vulva, “and as a woman, not just my daughter.”

My mouth sought out hers and we kissed once more, our tongues meeting, mingling. Then we simply held each other, talking about what had happened.

I asked Mom what had made her give in so easily to Jenny’s advances, and she smiled, telling me that she had been bisexual for many years — and since she’d divorced my father, back when I was fourteen, all her relationships had been with other women. In fact, I knew some of her lovers — acquaintances of hers who were actually much more. She even confessed to having gone to bed with one of my old school friends, a cute blonde named Tiffany, just a couple of months ago.

“Still, I wonder how Jenny knew to come on to you,” I wondered, entwining her fingers with my own.

“I guess she saw it in my eyes somehow, that she could have her way with me,” Mom shrugged. “I’ve got a thing for strong women who take control… maybe she saw that in me, too. But I don’t know how she figured out that I was willing to make love to you, honey. I didn’t know that myself — not until you and I were fucking, that is!” She giggled, giving my hand a squeeze.

I bent my head to place a soft kiss upon her nipple. “I was surprised by how I felt, too. God, I had no idea that I wanted you that way. But I’m glad we got to — to be together.” I touched her lips with my fingers, and she kissed them. “Mom… will we make love again?”

Her warm eyes shone. “We will if I have anything to say about it. If you really want me, honey… I’m yours. Anytime you like.”

I slowly nodded, on the verge of joyful tears. “Oh, Momma.” Wow — I hadn’t called her that since I was a little girl.

I wrapped my arms around my mother, hugging her tightly. That was when the door opened and Jenny and Carla entered with a bottle of wine, ready for more fun and games.

Mom ended up staying with us for the whole weekend, and the four of us fucked and made love in every way imaginable. My favorite moment was when I put on that strap-on cock and took my mother’s ass for the first time, plowing her to a convulsive climax. She had never experienced anal sex before, and quickly came to adore it.

It was strange how Mom’s presence changed the dynamic that existed between Jenny, Carla and me. The themes of dominance and submission were still there, but my mother brought a warmth, a sweetness to the sex we shared that affected us all. She completed us, somehow — and by the end of the weekend, Carla and Jenny were utterly smitten by her. Mom felt the same, and she made a point of telling the girls that she loved them before climbing into her car to head home. I couldn’t recall ever seeing Jenny blush before, yet she did when she held my mother’s hand, whispering “I love you, too.”

After that little holiday, we were a foursome — at least, we were as often as Mom could get together with us. She drove up to visit nearly every weekend, and sometimes the three of us took the train home to see her instead, throwing full-on lesbian orgies that spilled into every room of the house. Mom and I even had Jenny and Carla stay with us over the Christmas holidays one year, when the four of us indulged ourselves in every way imaginable for ten sex-filled days.

It’s been six years since that incredible afternoon when I discovered my mother’s hidden passion. Jenny and Carla each went their own way after graduation, though they both stay in touch. As for Mom and I, we are still secret lovers, and I couldn’t be happier. My mother is my best friend, partner, wife and bedmate — and I’ll always be her little girl.