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Nanna Comes to Help, Chapter 3

  • Posted on May 4, 2015 at 3:27 pm

By Naughty Mommy

We entered my bedroom and I sat down on the bed. I was completely nude and also completely astonished by what was happening. It all seemed like a mirage, an impossible fantasy.

I’d already masturbated that afternoon in front of my mother and my young daughter, and now we apparently were going to do even more together. I really didn’t know what to expect next. I was stupefied.

My mother smiled down at me. She seemed quite pleased with everything so far, and my little girl, Jordan, was clearly thrilled with this new kind of excitement in her life. And if they were as happy as they looked, then I would try to be too.

“Want me to take off your dress, Nanna?” asked Jordan.

“Do you want to, precious? You want to see your Nanna’s naked body?”

“Uh-huh,” my little girl nodded. And as she started undoing the remaining front snaps on my mother’s pink dress, she added, “I like it when we’re naked together and kissing and stuff.”

“Me too, baby,” smiled my mom, petting Jordan’s hair.

Then the dress was open and my mother shrugged it from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Now she wore only a satin bra and bikini panties, both bright red, a matching set. I stared at her body and felt myself becoming highly aroused.

My mother might be 44 years old, but that doesn’t stop her from being very attractive and very sexy. She keeps herself in great shape and loves to show off her figure. She caught my look of lustful admiration. “Do you like what you see, Stacie? Am I turning you on?”

She definitely was. I never would have imagined that I could be so stimulated sexually by looking at a woman her age — let alone my own mother! — but I was. She was hot, and I wanted her.

“Now your bra, Nanna,” urged Jordan. She’d stepped behind her and was trying to unhook it, though with little success.

“Let me do it, sweetie.” My mother reached behind her back and quickly undid the bra. “You take off my undies, okay?”

“Okay!”

My little girl started tugging on the sexy red panties, pulling them slowly over her Nanna’s hips and down to the floor. My mother stepped out of them, and she was nude. Then she turned to Jordan and said, teasingly, “But no fair, you’ve still got your socks on.”

The 7-year-old looked down at her legs, at the white knee socks. “Oh yeah, I forgot!”

She started to sit on the floor to take them off, but my mother stopped her. “Why don’t you get up on the bed, sexy girl, and let your Mommy and me take your socks off for you?”

“All right,” Jordan smiled, hopping onto the bed and sitting beside me. I put my arm around her, giving her a hug.

“Are you having fun, baby?” I asked.

“Yeah!” She returned the hug, squeezing me tightly. “I’m so glad you’re back, Mommy. Nanna said how fun it would be to do all these things with you and she was right!”

“I’m glad too, honey.” I kissed her on the head. “I’m glad you’re having a good time.”

My mother had sat down on the other side of Jordan. She leaned in close to us now, and whispered, “Little girl, you lie down, okay? So Mommy and me can take off your socks.”

“Okay,” Jordan whispered in reply. Then she lay back on the bed.

“You take that leg, and I’ll take this leg,” my mother grinned. She slowly began pulling down the knee sock on the leg closest to her, and I pulled the other one down and off. Now we were all three fully naked.

My mother spread Jordan’s cute legs wide apart. I stared at my daughter’s pussy for a moment before checking on her, looking at her face, to make sure she seemed okay. She smiled happily at me, not appearing the least bit self-conscious or uncomfortable. Then I felt my mother tugging on my arm.

“Get down here close, Stacie, and take a good look at her. Isn’t she beautiful?”

We knelt together on the floor and leaned in between my little girl’s legs, our cheeks touching, our faces only inches from Jordan’s pussy. She was entirely hairless, of course, nothing but smooth pink skin. And that tempting slit.

“Yes, she is,” I agreed. “She’s very, very beautiful.”

“Do you want to kiss her?” My mother asked.

And at that moment, something clicked. Whatever apprehensions I’d felt before were suddenly and completely melting away. It all seemed so right, so natural, so obvious. I loved Jordan with all my heart, so why shouldn’t I kiss her pretty pussy? And the naked woman at my side was the other vitally important person in my life, my own angelic mommy.

They were the two people I loved the most — of course I should make love to them! I felt so full of joy, so full of love, I was ecstatic, gleefully giggling.

Impulsively, instead of kissing Jordan I turned and grabbed my mom, kissing her lips. I kissed her, and then I gushed, “Mother, thank you, thank you so much. Thank you for coming and helping us. I love you!” I kissed her again and again.

“I love you too, darling girl, very much,” she replied, between kisses. I noticed that she had a hand down between her legs, rubbing herself. She kissed me one more time, then turned her gaze to her granddaughter’s naked pussy. “And I really want to see you kiss her now, okay?”

“Okay.”

I looked at Jordan’s vulva, so pink and fresh and alluring. I felt my mouth water as I imagined myself kissing her there. But before I did, I said to her, “Jordan, baby, I want to kiss you here, in your special place. Is that all right?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, smiling. “I want you to, Mommy.”

“Good.” And then I leaned down and brought my lips to meet my daughter’s pussy lips.

I could hear something behind me, a wet slapping sound. After kissing Jordan’s vulva a second time, and then a third time, I glanced back at my mother. She was fucking herself, two fingers moving rapidly in and out, her palm slapping against her juicy cunt. I could smell her arousal. I smiled at her.

“Kiss her again,” she urged excitedly. “Kiss your baby’s pussy.”

I did. But before kissing her again, I gently pushed my daughter’s legs further apart. As I did this, her puffy labia came open — and I could clearly see moisture glistening inside her slit. She was getting wet! It made my heart beat very fast to know that my little girl was becoming sexually aroused. I leaned down and kissed her.

“Ohh! Oohhf!!” My mom was coming.

I continued kissing Jordan’s pussy as I heard my mother climax. I nuzzled her, inhaling the scent of her sex. I loved my daughter deeply, and I wanted to lick her and taste her, but I wasn’t sure if she would be ready for that yet. So I waited. I kissed her one more time, then leaned back and looked at my mom.

She was watching us, her eyes hooded with lust, as she sucked and licked her wet fingers, the fingers that had just been inside her. With her other hand she was massaging her crotch. She winked at me, then got up from the floor where she’d been kneeling and sat on the bed beside Jordan. She leaned down and kissed my daughter’s mouth.

I realized suddenly that my mother had the taste of her own pussy juice on her lips, and now she was kissing Jordan, so that meant… what did it mean? Was this the first time Jordan had ever tasted that special flavor, or could she, could they — my mind reeled with the possibilities.

And instead of confusing me, or alarming me, these possibilities turned me on. I got up and sat on the other side of Jordan. I brought my face close to hers, close to my mother’s. I kissed them, and they kissed me. And as we shared an intimate incestuous three-way lesbian kiss, I began rubbing my own pussy.

We kissed that way for a few minutes, sometimes one-on-one and sometimes all three together, our warm breath mingling, our wet lips sliding back and forth, tongues reaching out to play. It made me very happy and very excited.

Eventually my mother drew back, resting on an elbow. She grinned at me and Jordan, licking her lips as she idly fondled her own nipple. Then I saw Jordan reach out to the nipple. She pinched it with her fingers, squeezing it, pulling it.

“Ooh, sweetie, that feels good,” Nanna cooed.

Jordan wanted more. She pulled insistently on the erect nipple, bringing it closer to her face. My mother leaned down, happily giving her breast to her granddaughter. I watched as my little girl took the nipple into her mouth, sucking eagerly, and as I watched, I rubbed my pussy faster.

My mom let the child suck her tit for a while before gently pulling away, easing the nipple from between Jordan’s lips. She bent down and gave her a quick kiss, then asked, “Do you want to show your Mommy some of the games I taught you?”

“Mm-hm,” Jordan nodded.

“Which one first?”

“I wanna play Pony!”

“Okay, that sounds good. With you riding, or me riding?”

“Me riding you.”

“Mmm, nice,” my mother smiled.

I had no idea what ‘Pony’ might be. The only thing that came to mind was horseback riding, or maybe a child on an adult’s back, simulating it. But what I saw next made it clear what kind of game it was. And I was startled, to say the least!

My mom winked at me, then lay back on the bed, making sure there was plenty of room around her. As she did, Jordan got up and positioned herself over her Nanna’s face, placing a knee on either side of her head.

I scooted closer so I could see what was happening. My eyes almost popped out of my head as I saw my little girl reach down between her legs to spread her labia apart.

“Why don’t you tell your Mommy what we’re doing, precious?” my mother said. “Tell her about the game.”

“Okay. Um, we play Pony when I ride on her, I mean on her tongue. Nanna’s tongue is the pony and I’m riding it. Or she can ride on me. Nanna rides on me, on my tongue sometimes. My tongue is the pony then. See, Mommy?”

“Yes, I see,” I murmured, dumbfounded.

Then something occurred to me. I looked at my mom. “But she can’t — she can’t — she’s not old enough yet to…… is she??”

She nodded slowly, “Oh, yes, she is, she definitely is. Just watch and you’ll see.”

And then they began.

I watched as my mother extended her tongue, stretching it out as far as she could and wriggling it invitingly. I saw my daughter lower her little pussy directly over the tongue, sighing with pleasure as she came in contact with it.

Jordan started moving then, but just the tiniest bit at first… back and forth a little, and then back and forth a little more. Peering in, I could see that as Jordan held her labia open, she was looking down between her legs, focusing intently to make sure her erect pink clit was gliding right over the tip of her Nanna’s tongue. It was breathtaking.

She was moving slightly faster now, sliding her sex up and down on the wet tongue. I heard her whispering to herself, “Ride the pony, ride the pony…” and as I watched in fascination, her tempo continued to increase, faster and faster, until she was rocking back and forth, riding hard.

My mother’s hands were clutching Jordan’s bottom, squeezing the little round cheeks. Jordan’s eyes were closed. She was no longer holding her labia apart. She was leaning forward on the bed now, her eyes tightly shut, her face a picture of concentration as she rode the pony, fucking Nanna’s tongue.

My daughter was breathing hard, making little squeaking sounds, rocking faster and faster and faster, aiming toward a climax. But could that really happen? It certainly looked like she was getting close, but I didn’t know if she could actually come, if she was old enough yet to reach orgasm. I didn’t think she was — but I was wrong.

I heard a yelp, and suddenly Jordan’s thighs came together, clamping tight around her Nanna’s face. She bent at the waist, rolling almost into a ball, quivering, groaning, her entire body, everything in her, centered around the exquisite incendiary experience of a young girl’s orgasm, a 7-year-old child in sexual ecstasy, climaxing in her grandmother’s mouth.

I had never in my life seen anything to compare with this, never even conceived of anything so utterly spectacular, so erotic. I was almost too amazed to be turned on. But I was turned on.

The incredible orgasm slowly wound down, spasms receding, and Jordan’s body finally relaxed. She slid off to the side then, toward me, to lie on her back with both hands held between her legs, not rubbing, just cupping and sort of soothing her vulva.

She looked at me, red in the face, but giggling happily. “I like playing Pony, Mommy!”

“I can see that. It looked like you had fun.”

“Yeah, I did. Do you wanna play it too?”

“Um, well, maybe.”

My mom was sitting up now, on the other side of Jordan. She was wiping her mouth, grinning broadly. “You really should try it, Stacie. Pony is a great game.”

I wanted to, but at that moment I was still too stunned by what I had just witnessed. I shook my head, trying to take it all in. I wanted it to be true, all of it, but it seemed like a dream — my mom and my daughter having sex, my daughter actually coming in her mouth — could that really have happened?

“Wow, it’s… this is… it’s pretty amazing.”

“Yes, it is,” my mother nodded, smiling as she looked down at her granddaughter. “Jordan is really an exceptional girl, so full of love and passion. She’s taught me a lot.”

“She taught you?

“Well,” she chuckled, “I’ll admit that the idea for the Pony game was mine. But I would never had that idea if she had not been so, you know, so eager and so affectionate. You know how she is.”

As if to confirm this, Jordan sat up just then and wrapped her arms around my waist, hugging me tight. “Mommy, I’m so glad you’re home!”

I held her, stroking her, as she nuzzled my breasts. I kissed the top of her head. “I’m glad too, darling. And I’m glad you had a good time with your Nanna while I was gone.”

“Yeah, I did, but… will you play Pony with me now, Mommy? Can you do it too?”

“Well, I — ” And then a thrill of excitement raced through my body. My hot little girl was asking me to have sex with her!

I licked my lips. “Yes, I think I’d like to play with you,” I smiled.

“Oh, goodie! You ride Pony on me, okay?”

With a happy sigh, I took my daughter’s face in my hands and warmly kissed her lips. She was just so beautiful, such a perfect child, so full of life and joy and excitement. And now she wanted me to — to rub my clit on her tongue!! I couldn’t believe how lucky I was!!

Jordan flopped back down on the bed, grinning with eagerness.

I paused a few seconds, looking at her, fondling my nipples as I took in the reality of what was about to happen. And then I mounted her, straddling her head. Her eyes were shining, her lips wet. I took a deep breath, my whole body trembling with anticipation. I reached down between my legs and carefully parted my labia, pulling the lips back as far as I could, exposing my pink nub. It was very erect.

Jordan opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue as she gazed at her Mommy’s cunt. Slowly, very slowly, I eased down, bringing my sex closer to my little girl’s face. And then her tongue was touching me, licking my clit. I’d never felt anything so good. For a moment I held myself there, looking down at her, watching her lick me. And then I remembered the game, and I started to ride the pony. I shifted slightly forward, and then back, forward again, and then back.

My mother had moved over next to us. She was watching intently, and masturbating. “That’s right, that’s right,” she urged, her voice choked with lust.

I was riding my daughter’s tongue, back and forth, again and again, back and forth, moving a little more quickly now, starting to breath harder and faster as I felt that exquisite tension building within me — that spinning, swirling, churning jittery heat from deep down inside that told me an orgasm was getting near.

Jordan’s eye caught mine. Her face was beaming, and I tried to return her smile, but the sensations were becoming too strong, too intense. I had to close my eyes. I shuddered once… a second time… not quite… so close…

I kept moving, rubbing my clit against my little girl’s tongue, faster and faster. I was… almost… almost… and then…

And then I was climaxing in her mouth.

“Yes!!!” I cried. Spasms of pleasure coursed through my body, one after another, tremendous bursts of erotic ecstasy, more powerful than any I’d ever known.

My mother was coming too, beside me. I could hear her, dimly, but I was far away — in heaven, paradise, nirvana — with only my pulsating pussy and my lovely daughter’s mouth, that was all there was.

Finally, after forever, I returned to the world. I was sitting on my little girl’s chest. I looked at her face. She was grinning happily, licking her lips. My juices — her mother’s pussy juice! — coated Jordan’s mouth, her cheeks, her chin. I must have gushed all over her.

I fell to the bed beside her, taking her into my arms, hugging my daughter, telling her how much I loved her, kissing her, licking her, tasting my cunt on her lips. My mother was hugging her too, from the other side. We all held each other close, sharing another three-way incestuous lesbian love fest.

Several minutes later, when we were able to relax and breath more normally, I felt my stomach starting to growl. Surprised, I raised my head and glanced at the clock. It was almost 6:30. I couldn’t believe how much time had passed, how the hours had flown by as we played our sexy games together.

“Is anyone else getting hungry?” I asked.

“I am!” nodded Jordan.

“Okay.” I sat up. “I’ll go make us some dinner. I can probably find something —”

“Nonsense,” my mother interrupted. “We’re all going out tonight, somewhere special. It’ll be my treat. We have a lot to celebrate, don’t you think?”

*   *   *

My mother took us to Churchill’s, one of the better restaurants in Spokane. It’s an old-fashioned steakhouse that also specializes in seafood brought in fresh every day. I really enjoyed having a nice meal with clean tablecloths and excellent service. That was a pleasant change from the pizza or hamburgers Jordan and I typically would have when we ate out.

Jordan could hardly sit still, being so excited to have me home from my trip and to have me joining in all the sexy activities with her and Nanna. She kept jabbering how fun it was to play Pony with me. I had to remind her to keep her voice down and to be careful what she said. Some people might get the wrong idea (or the right idea!) if they heard us talking about the naked games we played together in bed.

I was feeling extremely happy too, though, almost as giddy as my cute 7-year-old. Part of that was the warm afterglow of several satisfying orgasms and part of it was that my mother and I were already into our second bottle of wine at dinner. It was really good!

As we drank another toast to the joys of mother-daughter closeness, my mom said, “So, do you still have those vacation days scheduled, after our little pet gets out of school?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, around a delicious bite of grilled salmon. I was given two weeks of paid vacation per year at my job, which would increase to three if — no, make that when I got promoted to assistant manager. I planned to use one week immediately after school ended, and the other week around Christmas.

“Are you going anywhere special?”

“Not really, no. We can’t afford it. We’ll just stay home, take it easy, maybe go to the waterpark or something. Would you like us to drive over and stay with you for a couple days? We could do that.”

My mother had a twinkle in her eye. It made me think she might have a better idea in mind — and I was right!

“What would you think about going with me on a trip to San Diego… spend a week at the beach, enjoy the sun, play in the ocean… doesn’t that sound nice?”

“San Diego?? It sounds great, but —”

“The beach?” piped Jordan. “I want to go to the beach, Mommy!”

I patted Jordan’s leg, smiling at her, then turned back to my mom with a look of regret. “I’d like that, Mother, I really would, but I’m afraid we just can’t afford it.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” she scoffed. “I’ll take care of it. It won’t cost you anything.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I have an announcement to make. I’ve been thinking about this for quite a while and I finally decided to go ahead and do it. You see, ever since your father died, I’ve been getting these offers from another company, a big conglomerate, to purchase our business, the entire chain. I’ve kept putting them off, though, not wanting to rush to a decision. But now the time is right.”

I was surprised. “You’re going to sell?” She hadn’t said anything to me about it.

“Actually, I already have sold. That is, I signed all the papers a couple of weeks ago, right before I came out here to stay with you. The transfer of assets will take place next week.”

“But… how will you support yourself? Will you still have a job?”

She laughed. “That’s the best part. When I continued holding out, not accepting their offers, the other company just kept coming back, steadily increasing what they would pay, until there was simply no way I could refuse. Now, I’ll have plenty. I won’t have to worry about working any more.”

“Wow, that’s wonderful, Mother.”

“Yes, it is, it really is. Your father may not have been the best daddy to you — I know you almost never saw him — or the best husband to me, and he certainly wasn’t much of a lover either, that’s for sure. But he did put me in a position where now I’m pretty much set for the rest of my life.”

“That’s amazing. Congratulations. But, hey, I guess we need to drink to that, huh?” I raised my wine glass and we toasted yet again.

She went on. “So, I’ve been talking with my sister Veronica about it, and we thought it might be fun for us all to take a family vacation together. You know, Veronica and Stephanie and their girls along with the three of us. What do you think? Jordan might like having someone around her age to play with. Kelly is 14 now, but the twins are just 8.”

I didn’t know my aunt or her family very well. They lived in San Francisco, and we only got to see them occasionally. I glanced down at Jordan, who was nodding eagerly as she munched on her chicken strips. So I said, “Well, sure, I guess. Um, yeah, that would be fun.”

“I’ve already placed a tentative reservation on a condo in San Diego. It’s right on the beach, very nice. It’s got three bedrooms, enough space for all of us, both families I mean. So if you and Jordan will agree, if you’ll come with us, then I’ll confirm the reservation and we’ll be all set.”

She sat back, grinning, quite pleased with her arrangements.

My head was spinning. I was dazzled. A vacation in sunny California, at the beach? With all expenses paid? Would I agree? Of course I would!

I threw my arms around my mother’s neck, giving her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Jordan followed my lead, climbing right over me to squeeze and kiss her Nanna.

Continue on to Chapter 4

Showing Amanda, Chapter 3

  • Posted on May 4, 2015 at 3:21 pm

By Naughty Mommy

The next night at about 9:30, as I was settling into bed to read a book, I heard a soft knock at my door. It could only be my daughter, of course, although I’d figured she would already be in dreamland. Bedtime for her on school nights is 9:00 o’clock.

“Come in, honey.”

The door opened slowly and her little face peeked in. “Hi, Mommy.”

“Hi, sweetheart. What are you doing up so late?”

“Well, I…”

Amanda walked slowly over to my bed and perched on the edge of it. Unusually for her, she wasn’t wearing pajama bottoms, just a skimpy pair of panties. I took a glance at her long, slim legs. She was tall for her age, the tallest child in her 4th grade class, in fact, and her legs seemed to go on forever. She also had on a very thin, tight t-shirt that clearly outlined her breast buds and perky nipples. Was she trying to be sexy for me, to turn me on? I don’t really know, but if she was, it was working!

When she didn’t continue, I prompted her. “Yes, honey?”

“Um, I’m not asleep yet because of, I keep on trying to do it myself, you know, masturbate, only it isn’t working. I tried last night and tonight too.” Then she grinned at me. “Can you help me again?”

I felt a jolt inside my pussy. Of course I would love to help her! But the mom part of me took over and said, “Oh, I don’t know, sweetie, it’s pretty late, and you have school tomorrow. Why don’t you just try to get to sleep now if you can, and maybe we can talk about it tomorrow night before bed. All right?”

“Okay, but, um, do you promise we can do it again tomorrow night?”

“Well…”

“I mean, I don’t care about watching TV or doing my homework or anything else. I just wanna do it again, right after dinner, okay?”

Her eyes were pleading, but there was a mischievous glint as well. And when she said ‘do it’ I was quite sure she meant she wanted me to masturbate her again, to rub her with my hand and bring her to orgasm. Whether she knew it or not, my 10-year-old daughter was actually asking me to have sex with her, begging for it in fact.

I came very close right then and there to surrendering all my inhibitions, all my principles, all my good intentions. Just throwing them away and saying, little girl, you don’t have to go to school tomorrow at all — you can stay home, I’ll call in sick, and you and I will play with each other all day long — why don’t we start right now!!

But I didn’t. I came close, but somehow the responsible part of me, the angel on the other shoulder, managed to get me to say, “All right, honey, I promise we can do it again tomorrow night. It’s fine, except for that thing you said about homework. You do have to get that done first. Okay?”

Amanda threw her arms around me, hugging me tight and kissing my neck, exclaiming, “I will! I promise I’ll do my homework right after school. Thank you, Mommy! Thank you!”

Her excited reaction made me laugh. I gave her a squeeze in return and with some difficulty finally disentangled myself from her grip. I tweaked her little nose. “You are such an adorable girl. But it’s really getting late. You run back to bed now and get some sleep.”

“Okay, I will, but” — she was beaming with happiness — “I just can’t wait to do it again!”

My daughter grabbed my face and gave me a long kiss on the lips. I’m sure she didn’t mean this as a sexual thing, but that certainly was the effect it had on me. I was churning inside with lust and desire. This mostly felt good to me, of course, but unsettling too, in a way. What was I turning into?

The kiss ended, I gave her one more hug, and then at last she was off to her own bedroom.

I didn’t pick up my book again. The second the door closed, I turned out the bedside lamp and started masturbating. My cunt was on fire, my panties soaked with my juices. I was so incredibly turned on that it took me no more than a minute to reach my first climax.

And I didn’t stop there. I kept rubbing myself and I came again and again and again that night as I thought about how much I loved touching this child, my own precious daughter, my hands caressing her smooth young skin, sliding between her legs, opening her pussy, finding her wetness, reaching inside. I have no idea how many orgasms I finally had — they just kept coming, one after another, as I thought about touching my sexy little girl.

* * *

It wasn’t easy for me to stay focused the next day at work. My mind was constantly running ahead to what would be waiting for me at home. I kept looking at the clock but the hours just seemed to drag, the day going on forever. At long last it was 5:30, and I was hurriedly on my way.

Dinner was easy, just soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. I’d thought about it and decided that would be something quick to make and simple to clean up. Amanda eagerly helped with the dishes, a chore she usually tried to avoid. And when we were done, she took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom.

As soon as we were in the room she let go of my hand, then lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She wore nothing underneath. Sitting on the floor, she pulled off her tennis shoes and socks, then bounced to her feet and in one movement pushed her shorts and her panties down together in a bundle, deftly stepping out of them. She turned and faced me, beaming.

Within moments my daughter had transformed from a fully clothed young lady to a totally naked girl, slim and flat-chested, a long straight body with practically no hips. You could almost say she looked boyish, except… except she was undeniably feminine, because right there in her center, drawing in the eye, was that oh so tempting slit, her puffy, white, hairless slit, holding promises of…

I felt a sudden feverish flush, a shiver of anticipation coursing through my body as I stared at Amanda’s crotch. I was dizzy, light-headed, and had to sit on the bed.

What was she doing to me? I had always preferred women to men, of course, and when I went online to masturbate, searching for enticing photos and videos, I often would gravitate to the youngest-looking models, but — but this little girl was only 10 years old! And she was my own daughter!!

“Mom? Are you okay?”

“What? Oh…”

I put a hand to my forehead. I was sweating, and couldn’t catch my breath. “I, I don’t know, honey. Maybe we…”

Amanda sat on the bed beside me. “Do you feel sick?”

“No, not sick, it’s just that… I think… remember the other day when I told you there are things that mothers don’t usually do with their daughters?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Well, what I want to do with you is… is something that…” I paused and took a deep breath. I knew I wasn’t making much sense, and I was probably scaring her as well. I decided I should just be honest with her, tell her the truth.

I turned toward Amanda, taking her hands in mine, smiling at her. She looked so lovely, although her brow was now creased with concern. My daughter was such a perfect child, so innocent and warm, so much fun to be with, and so utterly desirable. I wanted her very much.

“Honey, you know I, um… we’ve never talked about this yet, but I think we should. Right now.”

“Okay.” She waited for me to go on.

“You know that most women prefer men and most men prefer women, that is, they want to be with them, to fall in love with them, to get married and maybe have children. For most men and for most women that’s what’s normal. But some men only like other men, and some women only like other women, right?”

“Yeah, I know, but—”

“What I need to tell you, Amanda, is that… is that I think I might be one of those, that other kind. No, that’s not right. I know I am. I’m a lesbian, honey.”

I looked into her eyes, searching for a reaction.

She shrugged. “Okay.”

“That’s all?” I laughed, “Just ‘okay’?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, you’ve always told me that it’s fine, whatever people are is just what they are and everything, and there’s nothing wrong with it. So…”

“So everything’s okay?”

“Of course.”

“But…” I wanted to make sure she understood. “But now, when I, when we, if we go ahead with this, with what you wanted us to do again tonight—”

“We are going ahead with it, Mom. You promised. Remember?”

I smiled at her. I was starting to feel much better. “Yes, honey. I promised. Okay, we’ll go ahead, we will, but do you realize what I’m saying? When I, when I do this with you, it makes me very excited. I feel, um, I feel a strong attraction toward you. Because I’m… a lesbian… that means I’m attracted to women, and to girls. To girls like you.”

“Okay.”

“And you don’t mind?”

She frowned but didn’t say anything. Amanda seemed completely mystified by my anxiety. It was as if she couldn’t possibly understand what I was so worried about.

“All right,” I nodded, taking another deep breath and letting it out. “That’s all. I just wanted to tell you. But as long as you don’t have any questions, then I guess…”

A big grin lit up her face. “Are you ready now?”

I laughed, “Yes, I’m ready.”

“Are you gonna take off your clothes too?”

“Sure.”

But before I did, I took her face in my hands and gave her a long kiss on the lips. “I love you, Amanda,” I whispered to her.

“I love you too, Mom.”

Then I stood up and unzipped my dress, taking it off and setting it over a chair. I wasn’t wearing any shoes, so I simply pulled down my pantyhose, unhooked my bra, stepped out of my underwear, and just like that I was as naked as she was.

“Yay!” She clapped.

We arranged ourselves on the single bed, next to each other. She was on her stomach, and I was on my side, propped up on an elbow, admiring her smooth young body.

“Are you going to try it yourself this time?” I asked.

“No! I want you to do it for me again, just like we did on Saturday. Okay?”

“Okay,” I chuckled, “if that’s what you want.”

“It is.”

I felt a warm stirring inside my cunt as I reached out a hand to touch her. That perfect little bottom, so inviting. Amanda squirmed as my fingers traced patterns on her soft skin. She closed her eyes and moved her legs apart for me.

I shifted a little closer, so our bodies were touching. I ran my hand up and down her flanks, from below her knees, up her side almost to her armpits, then down her long back, over her bottom, and slowly along the inside of her thigh until I reached her calf. I gently kneaded the muscle, feeling its youthful strength.

This was so exciting, so delicious. I had this beautiful girl in front of me, a wonderfully desirable child, all of 10 years old, and there she was, completely willing, completely open to me, ready for whatever I would do. I decided then that I would take my time. If I was really going to seduce my daughter — and I was, I was now certain of that — I would do it the right way, slowly and gradually, letting her experience a steady, inexorable build-up of erotic tension. I would increase her arousal little by little until she was finally straining with need, begging me to give her release, and only then would I take her over the edge into orgasm.

I drew my hand up the inside of her leg, slowly, very slowly. And just as my fingertips had almost reached her vulva, I lifted them away. She gasped and moaned, her body shuddering. She didn’t open her eyes, but I saw her part her lips and take two fingers into her mouth, licking and sucking them.

I placed a hand on her bottom, squeezing the cheek, feeling its firmness, squeezing it again. Now my fingers were gradually slipping inside, between the cheeks, reaching in, reaching deeper, almost but not quite touching her little anus. I heard her gasp again. I leaned over and softly kissed her back, between her shoulder blades. Her skin was warm. She smelled heavenly. I kissed her again, then I licked her.

“Ohh, Mommy…” she sighed.

I smiled to myself as I slid my hand down her leg once again, almost to her ankle, then drew it up slowly, so slowly, until my fingers were almost at her crotch — and all the while I was kissing and licking her back, rubbing my lips against her heated skin. Amanda was trembling now, and still sucking on her fingers.

I breathed in her ear. “Are you ready, sweetheart? Do you want Mommy to make you feel good?”

“Yes, please!”

I slid my tongue inside her ear, licking her, warmly exhaling, then sucking her earlobe. I had never done that with anyone before, but it felt exactly right, instinctively seductive. She squealed and shivered with delight.

Now I moved even closer to her, laying one leg over the back of hers, pulling her slim thigh tightly between my legs until my wet pussy was pressing against her skin. I started moving then, humping her a little, not aggressively yet, but enough to stimulate my clit.

I waited to see how she would react to that, to find if perhaps she might object, but of course she didn’t. So I shifted again, moving this time until I was almost on top of her thigh, and then I increased my humping motion. There was no mistaking this: I was fucking my daughter’s leg. It felt good, so good, and I knew for sure that I would be able to make myself come that way anytime I wanted to.

As I kissed and licked her back, I reached down between her legs, cupping her vulva. She groaned and arched her pelvis, pressing her hot sex into my hand. I gently squeezed, feeling the soft smoothness of her hairless pussy, her puffy labia. I slid my hand slowly up and down, not opening her lips yet, just caressing the outside.

But Amanda wanted more, she needed more. She squirmed, pushing against me, urgently demanding that I give her pleasure. I was still humping her, squeezing my thighs together as I fucked her leg, my cunt sliding easily over her skin, now fully lubricated with my juices. And as I humped her, I began to match that rhythm with my hand between her legs, rubbing my fingers up and down over her pussy lips.

“Mommy, Mommy…” she whispered.

Without even making a conscious effort, I felt my fingers slide inside, between her labia. Her slit was very wet, so hot and wet and so ready for me. Her juices coated my fingers. I was touching her clit, then the opening to her vagina, my hand sliding everywhere, up and down, faster and faster. I suddenly realized that it was she who was doing most of the work. I was holding my fingers there, and Amanda was fucking it! She was rocking up and down, moving her sex against my hand. My daughter was fucking my hand, and I was fucking her leg.

All at once I was very close, right on the edge of orgasm, and apparently so was she. I’d intended to take it slow, and I’d tried, but at this point it was out of my control. I’d hoped I could explore her tiny pussy again, see how far my fingers would go inside, but she was moving so fast now that I couldn’t. Not this time anyway. So I simply held my hand where it was and let her move against me.

As I pressed my cunt even harder against her thigh, I said, “You want to come for Mommy, honey? You want to come on Mommy’s hand?”

“Yeah — I — I — ”

And then she was climaxing. She gasped and squealed, her little body convulsing with each wave of her powerful orgasm. And I was coming too, on top of her.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!” I shrieked as I rammed my sex against her leg.

Just as she was finishing, her frantic movements slowed and her pussy came to rest so that my index finger was right at the opening of her vagina. And my finger dipped inside, easily, automatically.

My orgasm was finally ending too. I was panting, sweating, trying to catch my breath, my throat raw from screaming. And I realized then where my finger was. It was inside her. Inside my daughter’s pussy. I didn’t take it out. I lay down next to her, half on top of her, my bare breasts against her back and side. My heart was still beating fast.

I kissed her on the shoulder and looked at her darling face. It was dewy with sweat. Her eyes were closed and she had a soft smile on her lips. I moved my finger inside her, pressing in just a tiny bit. Her smile widened. Then I eased the finger out of her pussy and raised it to my mouth, sucking on it, tasting her.

Amanda rolled onto her side, facing me, opening her eyes. “Mommy, I love masturbating!” she beamed. “I just want to do it all the time!”

She seemed so happy I didn’t have the heart to correct her, to tell her that what she was doing wasn’t masturbating — that she was actually having lesbian sex with her mother. But even if I had told her that, she probably would have simply shrugged it off. She seemed to accept everything so easily.

I leaned down and kissed my daughter, letting my lips linger on hers for a moment. “I’m glad you like it, honey. I do too.”

Continue on to Chapter 4

Finding My Sister

  • Posted on May 4, 2015 at 2:28 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

The following story is fiction. Like most writers, I draw some of the minor details of my stories from my life. However, the sister and our story are totally fictional, unfortunately. It was actually written to try to deal with my sense of loss for never having the sister I longed for. The peripheral things in this story are true (my relationship with my family, the desire for a younger sister and the reasons for it, etc.). Only the parts about Kelsey are not (sadly).

There’s not much sex in this story, either, except at the end; it is a story about the characters and life. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

I am Cheryl Taggert, and my life was Hell until a month ago. You see, for all my life I have wanted a sister to share my life with. When I was growing up, I envied all my friends who had sisters, especially those with younger sisters who were near their own age. I may have even blamed my mother, God rest her soul, for not producing a sister for me. Okay, not may have; I did. I used to want a sister who was no more than two years younger than I, or maybe even a twin. I know there is a certain psychological aspect to wanting an identical twin, especially as a lover, but that is precisely what I always wanted. After all, Narcissus I’m not, but I suppose I am close enough.

The fact is that I wanted a sister for more than just sexual love, though that was a part of it, I wanted a sister who would be there for me and allow me to be there for her. I wanted a sister to listen to and keep my secrets and who would allow me to listen to and keep hers. For years, I loved an imaginary sister. But the ache for a sister would be at its worst when I wanted someone to whom I could make love and not be judged by anything I did. I longed for the touch of another female, and who better to give that touch than a sister to whom I was closer than I was to anyone or anything else in the world. It got so bad that when I was fourteen, I would lay a full-length mirror on its edge along my bedroom floor, leaning it against a wall, and lie down, stretched in front of it, and masturbate, while imagining that my reflection was my twin, copying my every movement. Strange, I know. But, hey, that’s me, strange to the hilt and beyond measure. My first long-term partner was a girl who had been having a love affair with her sister for years, since they were quite young, This isn’t the first time I have wondered how much that had to do with my attraction to her.

But the past is not what I wanted to tell you about.

You see, it turns out that I do have a sister. She is sixteen, and only fourteen months younger than I am. Her name is Kelsey. Kelsey. It’s strange, but I have always loved that name. That fact alone makes me wonder if somewhere in my soul I knew about her all along. That what I really longed for was the sister my soul knew existed out there somewhere, but whose existence was strangely kept from me until a month ago.

It was then that my father approached me, actually came to my apartment to see me (you have no idea how big that is in itself) and told me something that will forever be a marker in my life. You see, I believe that there are markers in our lives. Things so important that we forever consider our lives in relation to that point, or marker. They are sort of like little signposts that we erect along the way, and after they occur, our lives are never the same again. Most are small, but essentially they become the measurement of our lives. Like Prufrock, I once measured my life with coffee spoons, but now I can measure it with the overwhelming knowledge that I have a sister.

Nothing will ever be the same.

When my father told me what mostly amounts to the news that I am no longer alone in the world, I didn’t believe him, thinking he was pulling some sort of sick joke, or maybe winning a bet of some kind, which would be even sicker than the joke. But when he looked down at the floor with what I now realize was shame and looked back at me, directly into the eyes I got from him while tears welled in his own, I knew he was telling me the truth.

I’d like to say I jumped up and down for joy and excitement, or even tell you I fainted, or perhaps felt so good about the news that my father and I reconciled, but I didn’t do any of those things. The fact is that I may have hated him even more for waiting sixteen years to tell me. But I didn’t do any of those things you might read about in books–bad books mostly. I just reached out with a hand that seemed strangely detached from my body and took the little piece of paper that held the address and phone number of the girl he had always known about but never shared with me. I noticed the address was in a nearby city, less than fifty miles away.

My only response to him was one word, “Why?” He knew what I meant, of course. He’d known I wanted a sister. My one word question represented many. Why had he and my mother not kept my sister but kept me? Why had they given her up in the first place? Why was he telling me now, sixteen years after my life should have been fulfilled? A million thoughts zipped through my strangely sluggish brain, one of the chief ones being that my parents had certainly long wished they’d kept her instead of me. After all, I had turned out to be the lesbian, which in my family was the same as saying Nazi, child killer, or some other word with such negative connotations that the mere mention of it could cause shudders of distaste. My mother rarely said the word, but when she did, it was as if she’d been saying “shit” as though there were some of the foul excrement in her mouth with all its stench.

To his credit, my father tried to answer my one-word question as best he could, knowing it would never be enough. He looked like someone standing before God Himself, explaining his sins while knowing there was no explanation for them that God would accept.

“We were so poor back then. We could barely afford you. You were still in diapers, and we decided that rather than raise two girls in poverty, we’d do the best we could with you and allow the other to be adopted. It was best for her, you see.”

Well, that is one thing I could certainly see, quite easily really, but not for the same reasons he was thinking. I was jealous of my baby sister without ever having met her because she had escaped being raised by these two people. But it wasn’t a hateful jealousy. Just an envious one, as if she had been the lucky one. I suddenly found myself wishing my parents had decided to give both of us up to one family. At least then we’d have been together–and without them.

But that was all water under the bridge…spilled milk… you pick the metaphor. The point was that my life had been what it was, and hers had been what it was. All we could do now was try our best to recapture the past sixteen years, all the while knowing that doing so was completely impossible, like making the water flow in the opposite direction under the bridge or un-spilling the milk.

“Does she know about me?”

“She knows she’s adopted, but other than that, I’m not sure. It all depends on what the adoption agency told them.”

I looked at my father, or at least the man who’d gotten my mother pregnant with me, oh yes, and my sister, and said, “Whatever,” and slowly shut the door in his face.

I stared at the slip of paper that held my past and my future. It was the physical manifestation of the marker that would define the rest of my life, forevermore putting my life’s days in two categories, BK and AK–Before Kelsey and After Kelsey. I had a sudden feeling that Publishers’ Clearing House had just knocked on my door.

Then the fear set in. A panic, really. What if she didn’t want to meet me? Get to know me? Talk to me just once on the phone, even? My heart hammered against my ribs with the words that shaped reality: what if, what if, what if…?

Then I lay down, right there on the carpet of my apartment’s small living room, and cried. I cried for what had never been and what had. Some people wallow in self-pity. That day, I embraced it, sadly not for the first time, hopefully for the last. Because I had a sister. No, I HAVE a sister.

If she would have me.

As dusk began to press against my door and windows, I rose and made my mind up that having a sister and not contacting her would be the same as never having had one, so I went to the phone before I lost my nerve and punched in the number from the tiny paper lifesaver I had been tossed after so many years.

“Hello?” It was a man’s voice. He sounded my dad’s age. I was so confused, expecting a girl around my own age to answer that I stammered for a moment.

“I, uhm, I – I’m sorry. I, uh, must have the, uh, wrong number.”

“What number were you calling?” the man asked. He sounded pleasant, kind. His voice had the quality of someone who wanted to help.

I read him the number on the paper.

“Well, you have that number. Who were you trying to reach?”

I could barely talk, my throat was so dry. “Kelsey?” I said, making the statement a question with my nearly inaudible voice.

“Oh, yes. She’s here. Why didn’t you just ask? Hang on a sec’.”

I could hear him calling my sister to the phone and the feminine response that I couldn’t make out from somewhere in their home. His “Don’t know, some girl” let me know she’d probably asked who it was calling.

For a moment, I thought of saying, “Tell her it’s her sister,” but I thankfully dismissed that idea. At least if I said nothing, I could at least hear her say hello.

Then she was there. “Hello?” She sounded impatient, as if I’d interrupted something important. More important than I was, certainly.

“I’m sorry. You must be busy. I can call again later.”

“No. You’ve already called. What is it?”

She thought I was a telemarketer. Oh, God. This wasn’t going well at all.

“I’m… uhm…” Say it, dammit! Say it! “I’m… uh… your sister.”

The confusion in her voice was so clear it was almost a solid with a distinct shape as she said, “C’mon, this isn’t Trish. Who is it?”

Now she thought I was claiming to be her sister–her sister in her adopted family–but I clearly did not sound anything like her.

“No, not Trish,” I said, wondering how this might go and cursing my parents for the billionth time. I decided to plunge on. “Your birth sister.”

There was silence on the line. Complete and utter silence. I thought for a moment that my father had lied, that Kelsey was totally unaware she’d been adopted and I had just informed her of that fact, ruining her life with a marker better never found. I vaguely wished that my heart would stop pounding and my salivary glands would work.

The silence continued until I heard the man say from somewhere near my sister, who was obviously in shock, “Kelsey? Is something wrong?” Then I heard the tears. Whether of joy, fear, sadness, anger, or what, I couldn’t tell.

When she spoke, to the man not to me, I could tell the phone was not near her mouth. “Sister. It’s my sister. From my birth family.” And suddenly the man was on the phone.

“Who is this?” He didn’t sound angry or annoyed. What? Concerned?

“I’m sorry to bother you both. I’m sorry. I won’t call again,” I managed to say between my own sudden sobs and hung up.

I sat on the sofa, cradling the phone in my lap, and continued with the long cry I had started after hearing this news. Only now, I had someone fifty miles away that I had managed to get to join me in my misery. I pictured my tub, with my bleeding body lying in it, my arms slit to the hilt. I shook my head hard to clear that image from my brain. I’d survived too much to give up now.

When the phone rang five minutes later, I was startled and answered before the end of the first ring, as if I’d been waiting for the call, and in a way I had been all my life.

“Don’t hang up, PLEASE!” she said. “What’s your name?”

“Cheryl,” I said.

“I’m sorry, Cheryl. I shouldn’t have reacted that way, but I’ve longed to talk to someone from my birth family since I was a child. You see, my parents never hid it from me that I was adopted. They told me they were lucky enough to choose their angel. But I always wanted to know my birth family….”

She was talking too fast from nerves and excitement, practically rambling really. I knew because I did the same thing all the time. I either would clam up, as I was now, or go totally in the other direction, rambling like an idiot–but a cute idiot. Yes, she was my sister.

“….So when you said you were my birth sister, I sorta freaked, you know?” she continued. “But that’s because I just couldn’t believe it, you know? Oh, my GOD! I’m ACTUALLY talking to my sister! My FLESH AND BLOOD SISTER!”

“Yes.” It was all I could think of to say. I felt numb.

“Sorry. I kinda ramble when I get nervous and excited at the same time.”

“Yeah, I do that too.”

“You don’t sound very excited to talk to me. Are you okay? You did call to talk, right? I mean, this isn’t about asking for a kidney or anything, is it?”

I finally smiled for the first time since I had opened the door to find my father there. “No, of course not. I’m sorry. You see, I didn’t even know about you until today. Just about an hour ago, in fact.”

“Wow! Really? I didn’t like know who you were or anything, but I did know I had an older sister. Or are you another one, younger than me?”

Apparently, the circumstances of her birth and adoption had been shared with her family. “No, I’m the only birth sister you have,” I said. “I guess, anyway. They might be hiding another one for all I know.” I was trying to hide the sarcasm, but I guess it slipped through.

“Oh, yeah. I guess it sorta pissed you off that they hadn’t told you about me, huh?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“Wow. I guess you musta been still pretty young when I was born not to remember, huh?”

“My father just told me we are fourteen months apart.”

“Really? Wow! Then you’re only seventeen? Jeez. We have to meet! Oh, sorry. I’m assuming a lot. I mean, do you want to meet?”

My heart was pounding again, but for a different reason. I was instantly and madly in love with her. Just as I’d always been, really.

“I would love nothing better,” I said, willing myself not to go off on a ramblefest with her, too afraid I would tell her more than I was ready to this soon. I pictured myself saying something so totally stupid she would decide to change her number and move, like, “I always fantsized about a sister. I saw us masturbating together and doing everything.” Fortunately, I held my tongue.

We made plans to meet that night at a restaurant about half way between us and have dinner, and go stroll along the beach after and talk. Of course, my imagination had us doing much more than talking on the beach, but I realized I would have to give up on that idea. The moment for that to happen had long since passed.

As it turned out, I was wrong about that. Dead wrong. But I didn’t know that then.

Still, as I hung up to shower and get ready, it occurred to me that *69, ironically, may have saved my life. After all, she had bothered to return the call. And now she wanted to actually meet to talk to me.

******

We had talked about what we would be wearing and such so that we would recognize each other, but as it turned out that wasn’t necessary. She had arrived first and she stood outside the seafood restaurant waiting. As I drove up, she didn’t see me, and for a moment I just sat in my car and looked at her. The family resemblance was amazing. We had the same eyes and our noses were our mother’s. Her jawline was narrower, like my mother’s, but I had my–our–father’s, stronger and less “sharp.” Her lips? They just looked kissable to me right then, and for the first time, I wondered if I could get through this night without reaching out, hugging her gorgeous, slender body to mine, and kissing her with all the passion of long-lost lovers, which to me, we were.

As I climbed out of my car and approached her, she saw me and ran into my arms, squealing like a schoolgirl and kissing my cheek hard. We stood there hugging and crying for so long that people began to stare, but I didn’t care, and I doubt she did either.

We stepped back from each other and, wiping my eyes, I said, “Thank God for waterproof mascara.” She laughed, wiping the tears from her eyes as well.

We entered the restaurant and were soon seated.

“I love this place. It has the best seafood in the area,” she said, which started us on a conversation about near misses. This was one of my favorite restaurants as well, and we wondered if there were ever a day we were there at the same time. This led to other places we loved to go. As it turned out, we had the same favorite beach, a state park with clean bathrooms and showers, and we had been to a number of the same ball games, such as a Miami Dolphins game just a few weeks before. She had come with some friends, as had I. And it turned out we were only one section away from each other.

“Gee,” she said, “we could have like bumped into each other and never known it.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I would have recognized the family resemblance at least. You look just like our mother, only with our father’s eyes.”

“Really? Do you think they would like to meet me?”

I could hear the fear in her voice. I didn’t want to verify that fear of rejection, but I also didn’t want to lie to her.

“Well, I have to be honest with you–”

“It’s okay. We have each other,” she said, cutting me off. “I mean, they didn’t want me then, why would they now?”

The waiter brought my salad, and I looked down at it, wondering how to tell her everything.

“What?” she asked. “There’s something you want to tell me. Go ahead. What is it?”

God. How could she never have met me and know me so well? I guess there’s something to say about genetics. “Well, our mother’s dead. I’m sorry. She died a few years ago. Her heart.”

“Oh, well. You have pictures, though. Lemme see them. I’m anxious to know how much I look like her.”

“Take my word for it. Except for our father’s eyes, you do. It’s scary, in fact.”

“Show me,” she said, tapping the table with both hands impatiently.

Hmm. Honesty time. And way too soon for my taste. I looked down at my salad again. She stopped tapping the table and reached across and took my hands in hers.

“Cheryl? Honey, what is it? We’re sisters…..BLOOD sisters….You can tell me.”

I looked at her, tears welling. “I don’t carry pictures of our parents. I haven’t for years.”

“Oh.” She was starting to get the idea that maybe she’d been the fortunate one after all. “Were they mean? Did they beat you?”

“Well…” I started.

“Oh, God. Did our dad like rape you?” she interrupted.

“No, nothing like that. They just… well, they just decided they didn’t want to see me again.”

It was her turn to well up. “Oh, Honey. I’m so sorry. But why? What happened?”

“You’re my sister, right?”

“Of course.”

“And you’ll love me no matter what?”

“Oh, honey, yes. Of course I will. I mean, I’ve waited for this all my life. I’ve loved you forever. I used to lie in bed and imagine us lying there together and talking into the night. I mean, Trish, who’s my adopted family sister, would talk to me and stuff, but she’s like five years older than I am, so that sorta made it different. But you’re like the confidante I’ve always longed for, you know? I will love you no matter what. Even if you, like, killed someone. That wouldn’t matter. I will ALWAYS love you.”

Now tears were running down my cheeks, despite my efforts to stop them. I could have said that to her. Word for word, except about having an older sister.

“What is it?” she pleaded, genuinely wanting to know.

I looked her in the eyes; I wanted to see her first reaction to what I was going to say. She stared back, directly into mine, and I had the sensation of falling into a deep well, completely consumed by the beauty of those eyes. They were my father’s eyes, true, but she made them beautiful in a way I had never recognized in myself.

Looking directly into her eyes, I said, “Kelsey. Your sister’s a lesbian.”

And she laughed. And in a way, that was the best thing she could have done, because the laughter touched her eyes, and I could see that my sexuality was of no consequence to her. Or at least that is what I saw and felt then. The fact is that my statement of being a lesbian put other things in motion.

“Is that all?? They disowned you because you’re a–she paused, lowering her voice–a lesbian?”

“Yes.”

“Wow. They were really weird, huh?”

“You don’t know the half of it. Then it doesn’t bother you?”

“Why would it?”

“I don’t know. If you’d grown up feeling the shame I’ve always been made to feel, you’d think it was one of the world’s worst crimes.”

“Well, it isn’t. You think I’m all innocent and stuff just cuz I’m your little sister?”

“No, I don’t. I mean you’re sixteen and very pretty, so of course you aren’t innocent. The boys probably form a line outside your home just for a date.”

She smiled. That smile could light Miami. It certainly lit my heart. Then she squirmed in her seat a little to lean closer across the table. With a devilish twinkle in her eyes, she said, “Well, not just the guys.”

“You mean you…”

“Well, I’m not exactly a…” again she lowered her voice “… a lesbian, but I guess you’d say I’m bi.”

My God. My heart was about to pound its way out of my chest. “Have you ever been with a girl?”

“Yes. Plenty of times.”

I was more than curious. “Who was it? When?”

It was Kelsey’s turn to pause. She obviously hadn’t expected me to ask that. “Well, it was kinda weird. REALLY weird, in fact.” She began to blush, her face growing a deep red.

Then it hit me, and I was suddenly jealous. The look on her face said it all. It was Trish, her sister in her adopted family. The sister she ended up with, ironically, had done what I wanted to do all those years ago. It was almost as if it were pre-determined that her sister would introduce her to lesbian sex.

Only it was the wrong sister.

Again, I wondered if our souls were somehow linked and I had masturbated to fantasies about the two of us precisely when she was busy with Trish.

“What is it?” she asked. Apparently, my mouth must have been hanging open.

“It was your sister, wasn’t it? Trish.”

Her brow furrowed a bit and her eyes welled up again. “How did you know? Do you think I’m all weird now? I wasn’t going to actually tell you.”

“No, I don’t think you are all weird now. I love you. Just like you love me.” Then I looked in her eyes. “Maybe more so.”

“It wasn’t like we were like blood relatives, and anyway, that’s only a danger when it’s a brother or another guy in your family. Trish couldn’t exactly get me pregnant. I mean, there was no inbreeding taking place or anything. We were just sisters having fun together. It was more fun than doing it alone.” Then what I’d said hit her. “What did you mean, ‘Maybe more so,’ anyway?”

I looked into those gorgeous eyes again and let her know the full extent of my lifelong love for her.

“I used to masturbate at night, wishing I had a sister about your age to do it with. I still do, in fact. The last time was just a few days ago.”

“How long has that been going on?”

“Masturbating or fantasizing about a sister?”

She thought for a second. “Both.”

“Well, I’ve been masturbating nearly my entire life, ever since I discovered how good it felt to ride a rocking horse when I was about four. You?”

“I found out it felt good when I was five or so, but I didn’t know about masturbation until I was eight and walked in on Trish.”

“What did she do?”

“Let me watch until she came. She always loved being watched. We started masturbating together after that, and when I was twelve, we really got into it. So how long have you had the sister fantasy?”

“That started when I was about ten or eleven. I’ve actually placed a full-length mirror on the floor and imagined I had a twin.”

I could tell from the look on her face that she was thinking–coming to a decision. It didn’t take long.

“Really? You used to fantasize about me even before you knew I was alive?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes got that devilish twinkle again as she leaned forward again and said, “Let’s finish our meals and go for that walk on the beach. I think we have some catching up to do.”

“Really? You want to…?”

“If you do. To be honest, my pussy started getting wet when I first laid eyes on you.”

I swallowed. Hard. “Mine, too.”

“Then it’s settled,” she said, smiling. “Eat up.”

I grinned. “Oh, I intend to.”

I couldn’t believe it, but then again, I could. She was my sister, after all. There was obviously a genetic similarity, and perhaps that similarity had led to our being similar in other ways as well, such as incestuously inclined toward a sister.

We finished our dinner and I stopped at my car for a blanket to lay out on the beach. It would be sandy, but that was fine. At least I would be with my sister. My real, flesh and blood, sexy, loving sister.

We found a secluded spot and spread the blanket. I lay down and she joined me there. I propped myself up on one elbow and looked into those eyes that had mesmerized me all evening.

“I love you, you know,” I said, nearly panting my desire was so great.

“I know. I love you, too,” she said and closed her eyes and waited for my kiss as if she’d done it every day of her life. I didn’t make her wait long.

We lay there and kissed, tongues dueling gently but passionately. Her lips would melt butter, just as her eyes had melted my heart and soul.

I could feel the heat of her before my hands moved to her breasts. They were not too large, only a B cup on her slender frame. She had shed her bra while we walked on the beach, carrying it in one hand while holding my hand with the other, and I had done the same. I lifted her shirt and exposed her lovely breasts. I was not surprised that her nipples were the same chocolate brown as mine, with the same small protruding nipple that grew nearly a quarter of an inch to form delectable tips. I smiled and lifted my shirt to let her see how nearly we were twins. My breasts were only slightly fuller than her own, a C cup. She began to lick and suck my nipples as well.

“It’s almost like sucking my own nipples,” she said, bestowing a kiss on my left breast.

Soon, we were getting hot enough to need more. My hands found the snap to her jeans, and she helped me get the pants off, revealing her panties. I returned the favor. We were down to nothing but the cotton low riders we each wore. I moved into the sixty-nine position, and I felt her fingers grasp the elastic of my panties and pull them to my knees. Wiggling my legs, I helped her get them all the way off. She buried her face into my most tender spot and began to kiss and lick my clit and labia with a wild abandon. After removing her panties, I returned the favor.

As we licked and sucked, I could feel her fingers playing with my anus. I could tell she was wondering if she should enter me there. I wanted to put her at ease. “Finger my ass. Whatever you like to do, I probably like as well.”

Her finger plunged in. Soon we were humping each other’s fingers and devouring the wettest regions on each other’s body. Her juices were flowing from her like water over a dam, cascading into my mouth as I licked and sucked the mound that I had dreamt of nearly all my life.

I felt the orgasm building, and from the way she was bucking up and down on my face, she was close as well. Finally, she pushed her hips into my face and held them there and began to scream out her orgasm, legs, belly, and buttocks shivering with the immensity of it. Within seconds of the arrival of her own orgasm, mine began.

Afterward, we lay on the blanket, cuddling together as I had always wanted. We were both crying quietly, happy in our love to the point that it overflowed our hearts into our eyes and cascaded down to lips that we tenderly kissed, bringing the salty tears into ourselves, and thus swallowing the happiness of the other.

I told Kelsey that Trish had waited a lot longer than I would have. “I’d have been doing it with you from the time you were six.” I was jealous, but I had won out in the long run.

“Well, there was an age difference we don’t have. Five years is a long time when you’re eight and your partner is thirteen.” That got me to thinking about Trish. Did she share my other passion? The one I could not tell Kelsey, no matter what?

We returned to our cars and Kelsey followed me home. We spent the night together for the first time, and we lost count of the orgasms. It’s been a month since that first night. She is moving in with me next week.

As I said, until a month ago, my life was a living Hell.

One month and Kelsey have made it heaven.

A Special Request, Part Two

  • Posted on May 4, 2015 at 1:28 pm

By Naughty Mommy

When Emily finally finished climaxing, I slowly slid off her and nestled against her side. I lifted my hand from her crotch and smelled and then licked her sweet juices. I kissed the side of her naked breast, and then as I sensed that she was regaining awareness, I asked, in a tiny voice, “Mommy, is it okay if I suck on your nipple? Please?”

“Ohh… oh, my little baby, is that what you want?”

“Yes, Mommy.” I scooted up a little and took her breast in my hand, lifting it and pointing the nipple toward my mouth.

I made sure she was watching me, then extended my tongue and licked the nipple. I ran my tongue all around it, feeling it harden. I flicked the end of my tongue over the tip and felt her shiver with excitement. Then I smiled and whispered, “Mommy,” before closing my mouth over her erect nipple. I sucked like a baby would, shutting my eyes and enjoying the matchless pleasure of having a sexy woman’s breast in my mouth. I felt Emily’s hands petting my head, stroking my hair, and I heard her murmur her daughter’s name.

After giving the same loving attention to her other nipple, I moved up slightly on the bed, kissing her chest, her throat, her chin, and then her mouth. She pulled me close and we kissed deeply for the first time. She wrapped her arms around me, holding my body tight against hers.

As we kissed, I mounted her leg, rubbing my crotch — still covered by Kathy’s panties — against Emily’s thigh. I moved harder and faster, feeling the growing pressure in my center that warned of an impending orgasm. But I wasn’t ready to come yet.

Breaking the kiss, I said, “Mommy? Would you take off my nightgown, please?”

“Oh, yes, honey. Of course.” Emily reached down and pulled the little yellow nightie up and over my head.

I had to sit up slightly to allow her to do that, and this allowed Emily to see my breasts for the first time. They really are tiny, not much more than bumps, and this seemed to be exactly what Emily was hoping for.

“Oh, you’re so beautiful,” she said. “Just like a little girl.”

“But I am a little girl, Mommy,” I reminded her.

“Yes, that’s right,” she smiled.

“Do you like my boobies?”

“Oh, yes I do. They’re so sweet.” She tentatively extended a hand and rubbed her fingers over one breast, surrounding but not quite touching the stiff nipple. “Is it okay… Kathy… if I kiss your little nipples?”

“Yes, Mommy, but first —”

She looked up at me, unsure what I was going to say.

“First would you take off my panties, so I can be naked like you?”

“Oh, of course, darling!”

I lifted my hips so she could tug my (Kathy’s!) panties down, and I helped her pull them all the way off. Then I nestled down on top of her, brushing my erect nipples over hers.

“Thank you, Mommy, that’s better,” I said. “Now you can kiss my nipples if you want to.”

As Emily took my hard nipples into her mouth, first one then the other, I cooed softly but at the same time I resumed humping her leg. Actually it was more like humping her hip or her waist, since I’m so short. But my clit was excited and any sort of pressure, of rubbing skin against warm skin, felt really good.

When she finished with both of my nipples, I slid down far enough so we could kiss again, and I also positioned my pussy directly over hers. We held each other close, moving tongues into mouths, and I gently lowered my wet cunt onto Emily’s. While kissing her and while rubbing my hands over her breasts, I began pressing my mound into hers. I did this very slowly, almost imperceptibly, so that as I gradually began increasing the pressure and quickening my movements, it caught her by surprise when she suddenly realized that I was actually fucking her with my cunt. (This is one of my special ways of pleasing women.)

“Mmm, oh, Col — I mean, Kathy, what are you doing?”

“Is it okay, Mommy?” I asked, without slowing my motion at all. “This just feels nice to me.”

“Yes, yes — yes, of course, it’s all right!” As she realized what was happening, Emily reached down and clamped her hands over my small bottom, intensifying the rhythm and pulling me harder against her.

“Do you like it, Mommy? Do you like it when I rub myself against you this way?”

“Uh-huh, I do. I love it, Kathy. I love what you’re doing.” Emily opened her long legs wide apart and then wrapped them around me. “Come on, baby! Fuck Mommy’s pussy!”

We moved together, two women locked in a passionate lesbian embrace, breast against breast, cunt against cunt, synchronized in an erotic dance that was bringing us both quickly toward a climax.

I licked and sucked her neck, kissing and biting, tasting her salty sweat. She clawed at my ass, digging her fingernails into me, wanting to fuse my pussy with hers.

“Mommy, I’m —” I grunted, “I’m getting close —”

“Come on, baby! Come on, Kathy! Come for Mommy! Come on Mommy’s pussy!”

Hearing that made me explode over the edge. I’d been holding back so long, waiting for this precious release, that when I finally came it was volcanic. I was conscious enough of the situation to remember about not waking the real Kathy, but my orgasm was so intense, so powerful, it seemed it would never end. Waves of pleasure kept surging through me, spasms of excitement forcing me to thrust my mound harder and harder into hers.

And Emily came too.

“Kathy!” she cried out loudly, until I quieted her by pulling her face against my neck.

Arching her pelvis, the older woman lifted us both off the bed, then slammed us down again into the mattress, our sexes mashing together, juices mingling, sweaty bodies sliding hotly against each other.

We came together, multiple simultaneous orgasms, one after the other. Just as one of us seemed almost finished, the other would come again and more orgasms would burst over us.

I don’t know how long it lasted or how many times we came. But at last, at long last, the two of us were spent, and we quivered together, trembling in an acutely aware, heated post-coital glow. It truly was like nothing I’d felt before.

This was the greatest sex of my life, up until then, anyway. There would be many more highs to come, but nothing would ever top this first experience with Emily, playing little girl lesbian incest with her.

I wasn’t through, however.

Several minutes passed, and it seemed we both might be ready to fall asleep, but I wanted more. When it comes to a sexy woman like Emily, I always want more!

I gradually began slithering down, sliding my body over hers. Lubricated by our warm sweat, it was easy for me to gently lower myself past her breasts, pausing briefly to kiss each nipple, then down over her belly, kissing my way lower and lower, savoring the sweetness of her soft feminine skin until my shoulders were between her shapely thighs and my mouth had reached her mound.

“Mommy?” I said in that little girl voice. “Mommy, can I kiss you here?”

“Oh, Kathy, please kiss me there!”

So I gently kissed her trimmed pubic hair. I kissed the inside of her thighs and licked her there. I rubbed my forehead in her sex, letting her copious juices coat my brow, then brought my lips to meet her lips. I kissed Emily’s swollen labia, licked her softly, tasted her. And I heard her speak to me.

“Kathy… Kathy, kiss Mommy’s pussy. That’s my good little girl, kiss Mommy right down there…”

I kissed her there again and again, the way I would kiss a woman’s mouth. My tongue came out and slithered between her lips, feeling for the soft center of her. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, burying my face in her womanliness.

“Oh, Kathy, yes, put your little tongue inside me!”

With my nose, I opened her labia and slid my mouth up and down through her slit, extending my tongue to flick lightly over her clitoris, then lowered my hungry lips to her opening, fastening my mouth over her pussy, thrusting my tongue up inside her cunt as far as it would go.

“Fuck me, baby! Fuck Mommy with your tongue!”

I did as I was told, and as I did, I found myself back fully inside the fantasy. I was her 11-year-old daughter, Kathy. I was that little girl who, instead of sleeping in her room down the hall, was here in bed with her mother, tongue-fucking her, eating her cunt, trying to make her come in her mouth.

“Mommy,” I mumbled through the suffocating wetness of her pussy, “Mommy, you taste so good.”

Emily’s hands were on my head now, holding my hair, shoving my face into her.

“Yes, baby, that’s right! Make Mommy come! You want — you want Mommy to come in your mouth? Kathy? You want me to — COME — IN — AAHHHHH!!!”

She came in torrents, it seemed, wetness pouring out of her, running down my face and onto the bed. I tried to drink her, to take it in and swallow as much as I could. I kept my tongue moving deep inside her as she arched her back, forcing her sex into my mouth. Then, just when she seemed almost ready to finish climaxing, I raised my mouth up a little and fastened my lips over her clit. At the same time, I slid three fingers inside Emily’s dripping pussy and fucked her as hard as I could.

I’ve got to say, this woman really got her money’s worth. I made her come again and again, but believe me, it didn’t feel like work. I loved what I was doing, loved eating her, loved bringing her to climax over and over again. And I especially loved playing the role of her little girl, her little Kathy, a tender thing just on the verge of puberty — but one who was, in fantasy as least, making her mother come in her mouth.

As Emily finally finished up another in a long series of orgasms (who could tell how many it had been by now?), I gently removed my fingers from her cunt, lovingly kissed her clit, and started sliding my body back up over hers until I was lying on top of her again, and we kissed.

We kissed and she tasted her juices on my mouth, on my lips, on my cheeks and my chin. She giggled and licked my face, tasting herself as she kissed me.

But I still wasn’t done.

I let her kiss me and play with me, whispering how much she loved her little Kathy and how happy she was to be close this way. After a few minutes, I pulled myself back a bit, shaping my mouth into a pout.

“Mommy, can I ask you a question?”

“Oh, my darling, of course. Ask me anything.”

“When I was kissing you down there,” I giggled and tried to blush like an actual 11-year-old might, “um, I started feeling kind of funny.”

I got up on my knees, straddling her, and pointed down at my crotch. “Right there.”

Emily smiled.

“Will you look at it and make sure everything is okay?” As I said this, I crawled forward, bringing my bald pussy nearer to her face. “Look close, Mommy, and tell me if it’s all right. Cuz it felt kinda funny.”

“What do you mean, ‘funny’, sweetheart?”

“Um, well, it was getting sort of hot and… and I think a little wet, too… so will you look at it?” I put my hands on either side of my pussy lips and slowly pulled them apart. Indeed, I was very wet. “Look closely at me, Mommy.”

I moved in until my sex was less than an inch from her face. I slipped two of my fingers down inside my slit and into my vagina, then spread them, opening my cunt to her view. “Look at me, Mommy. Look at your little girl.”

“Oh, Kathy…”

“Will you kiss me, Mommy? Kiss me there?”

Emily looked briefly up at me, smiling, then returned her gaze to my naked crotch.

“Yes, I’ll kiss you there, darling. I’d love to kiss you there.”

Raising her head from the pillow, the young mother brought her lips to meet my pussy — while pretending that I was her 11-year-old daughter, the little sweetheart who was asleep in her bed just down the hall. Cradling her head in my hands, I gazed down at the beautiful brunette, admired her delicate features, marveled at the amorous attention she was giving to my clit and my cunt, and felt so grateful that I could be here at this time to experience such an amazing session of lesbian lovemaking and take part in an extraordinary role-playing fantasy.

Making the connection between this lovely woman, Emily, with her face buried in my crotch, and the dream she was having — that it wasn’t actually me whose pussy she was eating, but the real Kathy, her barely pubescent daughter — having that deliciously perverse thought in my head while feeling her eager tongue probing deep inside my cunt, well, it brought me right up the the edge of orgasm very quickly.

Usually I pride myself on the strength of my control over my level of arousal, on my ability to raise and lower my reactions based on whatever is needed at the time to satisfy my client. But this time, with this fantasy and this woman living it out… I must admit that for one of the few times in my professional erotic career, I was totally overwhelmed by the sensation, and utterly lost control.

I felt the climax fast approaching, and while I might normally have tried to slow it down, this time I knew I was completely powerless against such an incredible surge of lust. I gave myself over to its power (though in reality I had no choice) and let it take me away. My thin white thighs clamped tight around Emily’s head as I gripped her hair in my hands and pulled her face hard against my sex. Shudders of orgasmic ecstasy swept through me, and I felt warm liquids flowing from my pussy into her mouth and spilling onto her cheeks.

I’m just a tiny girl, but at that point I’m sure I possessed near superhuman strength, and it’s a wonder I didn’t suffocate or drown the poor woman as I crammed her head deep into my crotch, almost willing her to be consumed by my wildly contracting vagina. I heard myself cry out in pleasure, and though I knew that I must be quiet so as not to wake the little girl, I could not stop. I shouted, screamed, cursed, bucking my cunt against Emily’s face, making myself come again and again and again as I swept my erect clit up and down across her lips and jammed my wet opening harder and harder onto her spearlike tongue.

It seemed to go on forever. I was barely conscious, as if in a trance, with the only two things that existed in the world being this woman’s mouth and my sex. Nothing else mattered. The orgasms multiplied and intensified, my juices flowed out from me in great spurts, and if it hadn’t been that I’d nearly blacked out we might still be going at it now, or at least until Kathy had awakened and found us, or until the police had come to arrest us. As it turned out, I never really made the choice to stop or even realized when it ended. All I know is that some point of maximum expression was reached and then I literally collapsed in a heap on top of Emily, losing all my muscle control, nothing left of me but a heaving, panting, sweating, moaning, and thoroughly satisfied girl.

She held me close, caressing me, kissing me, hugging me, saying her daughter’s name. She shifted onto her side and brought her face to mine, kissing me on the mouth, I tried to return the affection, but was so exhausted that I couldn’t really do much at all. But as she rained down kisses on my eyes, nose, cheeks, chin, and lips, I could smell and taste myself on Emily’s face.

At last it was enough. Gradually her kisses became softer, gentler, and less urgent. He caresses become slower and more tender. My breathing began to ease and soon we were just drifting, the two of us, in the wonderful blissful state of post-orgasmic lesbian heaven, Nothing like it, I believe, ever happens between a man and a woman. Something unique and unparalleled can exist between sexually active females that men, bless their stout hearts, can never know. When two or more girls and/or women have given themselves completely to each other and shared multiple mutual climaxes, the closeness is inexpressibly fine and beautiful.

I nearly fell asleep then, and it’s a good thing I didn’t. The tender closeness I felt with Emily was so comforting, so reassuring, that I’m sure I would not have stirred until morning — and then imagine what Kathy might have wondered upon discovering a strange naked girl in her mother’s bed!

Just before drifting off, I managed to rouse myself and slip out of Emily’s embrace without waking her. I dressed silently, then leaned over to kiss her on the cheek before I left (she’d paid me in advance by credit card so no cash had to be exchanged).

“Goodbye, my darling,” I whispered, knowing I would truly miss this woman if she never asked again for my services. As I began to straighten up, I felt her grab my wrist.

“Oh,” she said in a sleepy voice, “are you going?”

“Yes, I have to. But please, don’t get up. Go back to sleep.”

“Mmm,” she stretched languorously, the sheets slipping aside, her smooth skin glowing in the moonlight, shadows revealing her splendid form. I suddenly found myself aching to take her again, even though I’d already experienced as many orgasms in the previous few hours as I might normally over a few weeks.

Emily brought my hand to her mouth and kissed it. “Don’t go,” she said. “Stay with me.”

I sat on the bed next to her, leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. Once, twice, a third time, and then — oh, it was so hard to resist, but reluctantly I pulled myself away.

“Go back to sleep, my love,” I whispered. “Sweet dreams.”

And I really meant to leave. But Emily wasn’t quite ready to say goodnight.

“Don’t go,” she repeated, taking my hand and placing it over her breast. I could feel the nipple hardening beneath my palm, and I saw her other hand sliding down between her legs. “Stay with me, just a little while longer.”

“Well…”

She lifted my hand to her mouth and sucked my fingers between her lips, lasciviously licking them, then returned my hand to her breast and rubbed the wet fingers over her stiff nipple. “Just a little longer.”

“No, I… I really should go.”

I could see her fingers moving faster between her legs. “It feels so good,” she sighed.

Against my will, I closed my hand around her breast, gently squeezing, then pulling upward to tweak her nipple.

“Mmm” she responded. Then I heard a wet squishing and slapping sound, which meant she was fucking herself with her fingers. “Ahhh… oooh… bend down close to me.”

I leaned over expecting a kiss, but she turned her mouth toward my ear. I could barely hear her, whispering quietly, almost as if to herself.

“When you… when you were sitting on my face… it was… it seemed just like… like it really was Kathy… and it was so… so perfect.” Then she shuddered and gasped and I knew she was coming. She turned on her side, toward me, her hand clutching mine as her body writhed in orgasm.

I waited with her, enjoying the experience of watching Emily make herself come, happy that I could be with her as she felt such delectable pleasure. And I found myself fantasizing again about Emily’s daughter, Kathy, wondering whether she had started masturbating yet, and what it might be like to watch her achieve climax. God, how I had come to lust after that little girl, though I’d never yet met her or even seen her.

When Emily was finished, she looked up at me and smiled, then moved my hand down between her legs, rubbing my fingers back and forth through her slit, coating them with her juices. “All right,” she said mischievously, “you can go now. Now that you’ve got something to remember me by.”

We both giggled at her naughtiness. Then I lifted her hand to my mouth and kissed it while at the same time licking her wetness from my own fingers. “Okay, lover,” I said. “I hope you’ll call me again.”

“Oh, I will!” she promised.

A Special Request, Part One

  • Posted on May 4, 2015 at 12:51 pm

By Naughty Mommy

As a high-priced call girl for the last two years, I’ve had plenty of offbeat requests from clients: men who just want you to read to them, or who want you to spank them, or to pee on them — which I refuse to do because it’s disgusting — or to dress up as a nun or a nurse or a teacher or whatever. It’s mostly fine as far as I’m concerned, and just part of the job.

But recently I got involved with the most bizarre and fascinating situation of my career. I got a call from a woman (which itself is more common than you might think) who was looking for something very special. The agency referred her to me because she asked initially for a girl who looks very young. I usually get those clients because I can easily pass for 15 or 16 years old, even though I’m actually 19. So when I spoke to the woman and she asked if I could pretend to be a girl just entering puberty, I figured, sure, no problem.

We made an appointment for 11:00 o’clock one night at her house, and I dressed in clothes suitable for maybe a 6th grader. Luckily I’m petite, just 5’2”, and weigh only 95 pounds. My breasts are tiny, as you might expect, and my thighs and hips quite narrow. I have fair skin with a few freckles and almost no body hair. Even my pubic hair, which I wax completely anyway, is very light. Dress me up just right and you might think I was only 12 or 13 — which apparently was what this kinky woman was looking for.

I arrived at her place and she let me in. She was very attractive, and that was a relief; you never know what to expect, and of course you have to stay in character no matter what the other person looks like. But whenever I get the chance to have sex with a good-looking woman, I always enjoy it more. Truth is, I prefer women, and so when she opened the door and I saw how pretty she was and what a nice figure she had, I was all smiles.

She offered me some wine, which I accepted, and after she poured two glasses we sat down in her living room to get acquainted. Emily is in her early thirties, about 5’5” tall, with a slim figure, pale skin, shoulder-length chestnut brown hair, and beautiful blue eyes. On this night she was wearing a short sleeveless ivory dress, deeply scooped in front. As she sat on the couch, she crossed her legs and I could see plenty of smooth, slender thigh. Her full lips made me want to kiss her immediately, but I waited to find out exactly what she wanted from me and how I could best satisfy her.

We made small talk for a few minutes, as is typical in these situations. First-timers are often reticent, especially when their request is something out of the ordinary. So, after we’d chatted about the weather and I’d complimented her on her lovely home, I decided to move things ahead a bit and asked her if she’d ever been with a woman before.

“No, no, I mean, not really,” she answered, shaking her head. “Well, when I was young, sometimes my girlfriends and I would kind of make out together, but we never actually had sex.”

I nodded. “I think almost all girls go through a phase like that, even if they don’t go all the way.”

“I wish we had gone all the way!” Emily blushed and giggled, seeming then a lot younger than her age. “But, um, no, I’ve never… you’ll… you’ll be my first real, um, female lover, Colette.”

That made me feel good. “I’m glad to be the one. I really am. I’m looking forward to it!”

“Me too,” she said eagerly, before taking a big gulp of her wine. Then she finally got around to telling me just what she had in mind.

Emily said she wanted me to go down the hall into her bedroom, put on a pair of little girl panties and a nightie that were laid out on the bed, and then get under the covers and pretend I was asleep. She would then, I gathered, enter the room after a few minutes and seduce me.

So far, so good. I liked the scenario. Older woman with young girl is quite arousing for me.

When I assumed she was finished telling me the plan, I stood up, expecting her to direct me to her room. But what happened next really surprised me.

“Wait just a minute,” she said. “There’s something else.”

Emily stood up, took my empty wine glass, and walked to the kitchen. She put both glasses on the counter, and then came slowly back into the living room where I was waiting. She seemed nervous.

Uh-oh, I thought, here it comes. She’s going to want something I can’t stand, like peeing or using a strap-on dildo. But that wasn’t it at all.

She looked at me for a moment, searching my eyes as if trying to determine whether she could trust me. I smiled gently and took her hands in mine.

“It’s okay,” I said. “Just tell me what you want.” Standing so close to such a beautiful, desirable woman had lowered my resistance. At this point, I figured, I would do practically anything to get her naked.

“Um, well,” she began, “it’s just… that… we’re not alone.”

Damn! Here I was thinking I’d have her all to myself, but now it looked as though her husband or boyfriend might be part of the deal.

But, no, that wasn’t it either.

“You see, my… my daughter is asleep in her room. So we’ll have to be kind of quiet.”

Oh, was that all? Whew — no problem!

“Of course, I understand completely,” I said. I leaned in and gave her a brief kiss on the lips. Her perfume was intoxicating.

“Oh, I’m glad,” she exhaled, looking relieved.

I smiled and turned toward the hallway, but she grabbed my arm and stopped me.

“What is it?” I asked. “Is something wrong?”

“It’s just…can I ask for one more thing? I mean, um, can I make sort of a special request?”

“Yes,” I assured her, “anything.”

Emily looked down at the floor, blushing. She began to say something once or twice, but faltered. Finally I took her chin in my hand and lifted her face to look at me.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “Whatever you want. All you have to do is tell me.”

She started to look down once more, but I stopped her and leaned in again for a kiss. Her lips were soft and inviting. This time the kiss lasted a little longer.

“Now, what is it you want?” I asked as I tenderly stroked her cheek.

Taking a deep breath, Emily said, “Can you be my, I mean, pretend to, to be my… my daughter? Please?”

What?? That was a surprise! This woman really was kinky, but not quite the way I expected.

Although I was momentarily taken aback, the idea was not at all unappealing to me. In fact, I liked it very much.

“Of course,” I said. “Anything you want I’m happy to do. Are you — do you want me to use her name?”

“Um, yes, I would like that. Her name… is Kathy.”

“Okay, and how old is Kathy?”

“She’s 11, almost 12.”

Holy shit, I’m going to role-play incest and pedophilia with this little girl’s mother. I love it!

I gave Emily a big smile. “That sounds like fun,” I said, and I meant it.

She leaned in to me, resting her forehead on my shoulder, and heaved a big sigh. “I was so afraid you wouldn’t understand, or you’d be disgusted or angry or something.”

I gently stroked her warm back. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her dress. “No, it’s fine. Whatever makes you happy. That’s what I’m here for.”

For a moment it seemed as if she was going to cry. She hugged me, holding me tight.

“Thank you, thank you,” Emily whispered in my ear. Then she pulled away and looked straight at me. “I really am excited about this. You can’t imagine how long I’ve been planning it. So, please, do your best to act just like an 11-year-old, okay?”

I nodded reassuringly. “I will, I promise.”

“I mean, you know, like a naughty little girl who enjoys having lesbian sex with her mother!” Saying that made her laugh and she actually did wipe some tears away before kissing me again and continuing. “Now, my room is at the end of the hallway. You’ll pass two doors on the right. The first one is Kathy’s room — remember, be quiet — and the second is the bathroom. But go to the end, and in my room you’ll find the clothes on the bed. The lamp on the bedside table is on so it won’t be dark. And I’ll come in after about ten minutes or so, all right?”

“Sure,” I said, “perfect.”

I walked silently down the hall and into Emily’s room. I wondered for a moment what her little girl looked like. God, she was only 11! Was she short or tall? Was she thin, or did he still have some baby fat? Was she a blonde, like me, or a brunette, like her mother? Thinking about the girl that way really turned me on.

On the bed, as Emily had promised, was a cute little pair of white cotton panties and a soft yellow nightgown with cartoon puppies on it. Imagining Kathy in these things made my pussy tingle. I reached under my pleated skirt and between my legs. My panties were soaked. When I caressed myself just briefly I shuddered with excitement.  I knew I could come within minutes, but there wasn’t time for that now.

I quickly stripped out of my knit top — I wasn’t wearing a bra — took off my tennis shoes and ankle socks, stepped out of the skirt and panties and I was naked. As I looked at the darling little nightie on the bed and thought about Kathy asleep in her room just down the hall, I just had to touch myself again. My smooth hairless cunt was slick with lubrication. I slid a finger inside, moaning out loud in spite of myself, and then removed the finger and brought it to my mouth. I tasted my juices, which I loved.

I stopped and shook my head, trying to break the spell of my erotic self-arousal. Come on, girl, focus on the job! Then I picked up the white panties on the bed. I wondered if they were clean or if Emily had provided me a pair that Kathy had just worn… I sniffed the crotch, hoping to detect the scent of little girl pussy, but I couldn’t be sure. So I slipped on the panties, pulled the nightie over my head, and climbed into bed.

Okay, I’m supposed to be asleep. I’m supposed to be an innocent (or at least, mostly innocent) 11-year-old girl — not a perverted 19-year-old who’s getting off while picturing that little girl.

Concentrate. Get into the role. Remember being young like that and being curious about sex. Remember playing with other little girls and kissing them. Remember always being the one who wanted more, who could never get enough kissing, who didn’t want to end the game, who needed so badly to hold them and touch their soft skin, and —

Wait, this wasn’t helping. Or…

Or maybe it was. Is it possible that little Kathy might have some of those same desires? Her mother, Emily, after all, is apparently a lesbian, or at least bisexual. So perhaps Kathy does think about such things. And she’s old enough now, at 11, that she could easily have started masturbating (I started even earlier), and maybe her fantasies are a bit like mine were at that age.

So, as I try to pretend I’m drifting off into sleep, I’ll put myself in Kathy’s place, and I’ll think about the other pretty little girls she might play with, and the kissing games they might have. And I’ll go further than that. I’ll imagine that she might sometimes think about her mother, about Emily’s softly rounded breasts, and her smooth thighs, and her mouth, her lips, her nipples, her cunt —

Suddenly the door opened. It creaked a little and I realized that Emily had come into the room. I hoped I hadn’t messed things up by fantasizing the way I was. My pussy was soaking wet and my nipples were hard (I’d been fondling them) and although I was laying quietly under the covers and my eyes were closed, I was far from being asleep.

I waited, trying to breathe steadily, to calm myself. This was such an exciting idea that Emily had come up with! But I lay there as still as I could and tried to focus on being a sweet, innocent 11-year-old girl. With naughty desires, of course.

It sounded like Emily was taking off her dress. Then I felt the mattress move and she slid in next to me under the covers.

My heart pounded with excitement. What should I do? Pretend I was still asleep? Wake up and throw myself at her? I waited to see what she would do next.

I was on my side with my back to her. Emily was still for a moment, but I could feel her warmth, close to me. Then she shifted and her body was next to mine. Her breasts pressed into my back. Her lips were at my ear, her warm breath caressing my neck. One hand reached down and gently stroked my bare leg. I waited, pretending to be deeply asleep.

She moved in closer. Her tongue was on my cheek, in my ear, on my throat, her lips nibbling at me. The hand on my knee moved up and slid between my thighs, gently pulling them apart. Her other hand slithered under my neck and down over my chest, seeking my small breasts.

I play-acted blinking awake, and whispered in my best little girl voice, “Mommy?”

“Kathy…” Emily replied huskily, “I want you. I need you.”

With surprising strength, she pulled me onto her. I ended up on my back, facing away, but lying on top of her. She grunted and moaned heavily as one hand clasped at my crotch and the other moved over my chest, finding and squeezing my erect nipples through the nightie.

“Kathy,” she said again, “I want you!”

“Mommy, I…”

“Hush! Just — just do what Mommy says.”

“Yes, Mommy…”

She was kissing my neck. Her mouth was wet, her breath hot. It was extremely exciting. She forced me slightly to the side and grabbed one of my small hands, pulling it down to her pussy. She was naked. Her pubic hair was trimmed, but not fully shaved. Her crotch was hot and moist.

Emily slipped one hand inside my (or Kathy’s) panties and stroked my pussy lips. I was very wet and I’m sure she was happy to feel that I was completely smooth.

“Kathy, just do what Mommy does. Feel how I’m touching you, and then you touch me the same way, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

She held my hand in hers and rubbed it up and down over her sex. I tried to remain passive — as I expected the real Kathy would do — even though what I wanted was to push my fingers up inside this sexy woman’s cunt and fuck her until she came. But there would be plenty of time for that.

“Does that feel good, honey? Do you like how Mommy’s touching you?” She moved her hand slowly down between my legs, almost to my anus, then slid it back up, letting her two middle fingers ever so slightly begin to part my labia and find my sex.

“Mmm…” I didn’t have to feign arousal. “I like that.”

“You like that, baby? You like having Mommy touch you down there?” Her voice trembled with excitement.

“Uh-huh, it feels nice, Mommy.”

“Now you do what Mommy’s doing, okay?”

Again her hand slid down over my pussy lips, pressing slightly harder this time, spreading them apart, and as she brought her hand back up her fingertips brushed against the opening to my vagina. I shuddered involuntarily and spread my legs wide apart, making myself available to her. Her hand continued the motion, pressing down, then pulling up, and each time her fingers went in a little deeper.

“Oh, Mommy, what are you…”

“Hush now. Just do what I’m doing. You do the same thing to me. Come on, baby.”

Emily’s hand that was covering mine pushed down again into her crotch, and my fingers moved between her slippery lips. She was just as wet as I was.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right, touch Mommy right there. Uh-huh. That’s my good little girl.”

Then I felt one finger dipping inside me. I groaned with pleasure.

“Do you like that, little girl? Does Kathy like having Mommy’s finger inside her pussy?”

“Oh, yes, Mommy! I like it!”

“Now you put your finger inside Mommy too, okay?”

I extended my middle finger and expertly slid it into Emily’s cunt. Having penetrated dozens of women this way, I knew exactly how to give the maximum satisfaction.

“Oh!!” She cried out so loud I was afraid it would wake the real Kathy. But Emily was so wrapped up in the moment I don’t think that possibility even occurred to her. “Yes! Oh, baby, fuck me! Fuck Mommy’s pussy!”

I fucked her, first with one finger, and then two, and let my thumb slide up to tickle her clitoris.

“Uh-huh! That’s right! Fuck me, baby! Fuck Mommy’s pussy! Fuck me hard, little girl! Fuck me and make me come!”

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy…” I whispered hotly in her ear. “I’m fucking you with my fingers, Mommy. I’m fucking you!”

By this time, unfortunately, Emily had mostly forgotten the hand she’d left between my legs. She had a finger inside me, but she wasn’t stroking or caressing, just gripping my cunt, hard. It hurt a little bit, but I didn’t mind. I knew I would get my own release later, and first I just wanted to give this sexy perverted lesbian the best orgasm I possibly could. I fucked her hot wet cunt with my fingers and rubbed her clit with my thumb.

“Mommy, Mommy, I’m fucking you! I’m fucking you!”

Emily came, then, quickly, and loudly. I tried to put my other hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, and at least partially succeeded. But her orgasm was really intense and it went on for a long time. I could feel the walls of her vagina clamping down on my fingers in rhythmic contractions. I reached for and found her G-spot, making her climax last even longer.

Although I was sure this woman had been getting herself off regularly, it was obvious that fulfilling her long-held fantasy of having another woman bring her to orgasm — while pretending that her lover was her little girl! — was every bit as satisfying as she might have hoped.

Continue on to Part Two

Mother’s Hidden Desire

  • Posted on May 4, 2015 at 11:49 am

By JetBoy

My mother Amy is the sweetest person I know — shy and soft-spoken, a lovely woman with a good heart who I adore more than I can put into words. Our relationship is very different from most mothers and daughters, though, and this is about how that came to be.

Mother got pregnant when she was in high school, and the jerk who was responsible took off for parts unknown as soon as he got the news, so I never had a father to speak of. She did a wonderful job of raising me on her own, though, with lots and lots of help from my grandparents. They put her through college, looking after me during her classes. She graduated with a bachelor’s degree in business, and was quickly hired by a local accounting firm. Within six years, she’d worked her way up to a partnership, then bought us a home of our own.

My mother showered me with affection; she always made time for me when I needed it, always gave freely of herself. As a little girl, she would hold me in her arms for hours when I was sad or frightened. I was her baby doll, her Julia.

We lived a fairly typical life as mother and daughter, until one day I discovered the deep feelings that dwelled beneath Mother’s quiet exterior — feelings that would lead us both to a beautiful new intimacy as lovers.

And though our life together has been flavored with the spice of romance, somehow our relationship as parent and child has remained intact. She remains my mother, and I her daughter, even when we make love.

The handful of people in whom I’ve confided about Mother and I always ask me how it happened. Here’s the story.

One summer morning, while she was at the office, I was about to take a walk in a nearby park, and wanted to borrow this nice peach-colored blouse she had. My mother and I fit into the same sized clothes, and even though our styles were very different, sometimes we like to wear each other’s things. Anyhow, I was rummaging through her top dresser drawer, looking for the blouse, when my hand closed on something flat at the bottom. I withdrew the object and examined it closely. It was a paperback book with a plain blue cover that read Lesbian Incest.

Intrigued, the blouse forgotten, I took this book to my room. I spent several hours caught in its spell, reading the stories of women and girls who found love with their mothers, their sisters, their aunts, their daughters.

The interviews got to me in a big way. This wasn’t fiction, but the stories of real people who loved and wanted and acted, often risking everything they had in the pursuit of passion. At the time, I had been questioning my own sexuality, and many of these women were dealing about thoughts and feelings that I was trying to come to terms with myself.

As I read, I began to wonder why my mother owned this book. Then, as I made my way through its pages, another, more unsettling question reared its head: does Mother feel this way about me? Does she fantasize about being my lover?

I was stunned that the thought had even occurred to me — and once there, found it impossible to shake. I was no stranger to lesbian love play, having experimented with other girls at my high school. I’d loved it, and was now wondering if I might be gay… but in my wildest imaginings, I’d never considered the possibility of sex with my own mother!

Once the idea had entered my mind, though, it took root. After that, I couldn’t stop thinking about it… about her. I imagined Mother naked and in my arms, her hands caressing my body, kissing my mouth over and over, touching me in intimate places – and then I began to fantasize about loving her in the very same way. It was pretty unsettling, to say the least; especially when I found myself getting extremely turned on.

The more I pictured it, the more inviting the idea seemed. Our relationship was so close and loving as it was, so somehow the notion of taking what we had between us to a new level really made sense.

Somehow I ended up spread out on my bed, masturbating furiously while imagining Mother and I making passionate love. When I came, it was so intense that the very universe seemed to shift on its axis. I’d never had an orgasm like that before.

I lay motionless for a long time after that, feeling my heartbeat slow to its measured rhythm, pondering this newfound desire for my mother. Oh, I knew that such cravings were supposed to be immoral, forbidden… but I didn’t care. The idea of us being lovers just felt right, somehow. All I knew was that I wanted to make my fantasy happen.

How to go about such a thing, though, was a puzzler. What easy way is there to let your own mother know that you want to go to bed with her? I didn’t think I could just take her in my arms and kiss her — but, strangely enough, it almost happened that way.

It was a Friday night, about a week after I discovered my true feelings for Mother. We were spending a typical evening together, and she had cooked a wonderful meal for us both. After dinner we were relaxing on the couch, listening to chamber music. I was feeling so in love with her right then that I had to say something. So I just let my heart take over.

I turned to her and said, “Mother… I love you. You take such good care of me.” Gazing deep into her shining eyes I kissed her gently and whispered, “I want to take care of you, now.” Then I drew her into my arms.

As I held her, she rested her face against my shoulder and sighed, “Sweet Julia.” I felt a few warm tears against my skin.

I raised her face to mine and kissed her again, my lips lingering against hers a little longer this time.

I could feel Mother’s heart pound with excitement as her body nestled into mine. That was when I was certain she did want me, every bit as much as I hungered for her.

I bent to briefly nuzzle my mother’s soft neck, then raised my face to hers, our noses almost touching. Her eyes were shining with love, but I saw desire there as well — a fierce need for the love between us to become something more.

Unable and unwilling to restrain myself for another second, I closed the brief gap between us and our mouths met again. This time, her lips hesitantly parted, and so did mine. I slipped my tongue into my mother’s mouth, and she shivered in my arms.

Soon we were kissing passionately, her tongue joining mine in a sweet, hot duet. My hands found their way beneath her sweater to cup her breasts. Mother moaned into my mouth, her own hands slipping down to fondle my ass. I teased her nipples with my fingers.

My mother’s touch was gossamer and her hands warmed my skin. We fondled and caressed one another, kissing again and again, speaking not a word. None were needed.

Finally I stood and took her hand, leading Mother to my bedroom. But first we kissed some more, leaning against my door and making out like shy but excited schoolgirls.

I undressed her slowly, one article of clothing at a time, unveiling her body. My mother carried a few extra pounds, and there was a slight sag to her breasts, but these imperfections only made her seem lovelier to me. She was a real woman, a vision of fully ripened beauty — and now she was mine.

When she was naked I laid her down, kissing her mouth first, then trailing my way down her body with my lips and tongue. Her neck… her shoulders… her full, creamy breasts, capped by pert pink nipples that I licked lovingly… her tummy, then lower.

I searched out her wet center and found sweet honey dripping there. Gently parting her thighs, I kissed inside the opening flower. She cried out wordlessly, her fingers tangling in my blonde curls. I took my mother in my mouth, exploring her with a probing tongue. She came for me, and it was beautiful.

As Mother caught her breath I rested my cheek on her thigh, gazing in wonder at her glistening sex… the door from which I’d come into the world sixteen years ago. She had a neatly trimmed pubic triangle, hued a golden brown; the flesh of her vulva as elegant as an exotic orchid. I breathed deeply of my mother’s thick scent, still savoring her flavor on my lips.

Then her eyes fluttered open, and she anxiously drew me to her, whispering “Oh, baby… my precious…” her mouth claiming mine in a fevered kiss.

Breaking away, Mother rolled me onto my back, a fire in her eyes that I’d never seen before. I sank into the pillow, offering myself up to this wonderful woman who had given me life.

My mother worshiped my breasts with her caresses. My nipples tingled to her touch. When she loved me with her fingers my clit throbbed for her. My first orgasm astonished me when I came in her mouth. I didn’t expect it so quickly and it hit me hard, like a bolt of electricity. She soothed me then, her lips grazing my vulva in the gentlest of kisses until I found myself once more.

We lay together a long time after that in each other’s arms, gazing into one another’s eyes, sharing soft kisses. Mother smiled at me, resting her hand on my cheek… and I twisted to nuzzle her palm. “Oh Julia, my angel,” she whispered, “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.” Her eyes were growing moist with joyous tears. “I’ve wanted this — you and me, together — for a long time.”

I nibbled at her ear and murmured “I love you too, Mother… you mean everything to me.”

I made her wet and she made me drip. Her naked body was like warm velvet against mine. She ran her hands down my back as we kissed hungrily, already wanting more. She caressed my ass, putting a finger to my most intimate opening, and I gasped with delight when she penetrated my rectum, right up to the third knuckle. I panted, “That feels so good, Mother… I like having you inside me…”

“I love you, sweetness, and I love being inside you… touching your beautiful, beautiful body…”

As she gently fingered me, I found myself transported to a place of love, of magic. Our mutual arousal quickly rose to fever pitch, and Mother and I shifted positions on the bed so we could be in each other’s mouths.

I licked her thighs, drunk on the perfumed heat of her body, then buried my nose in her bush to taste the wetness that was so sweet on my tongue, the thick, warm wine that flowed between her thighs. She kissed and licked at my shaved pussy, her every touch a poem of love for me. As she drank from my body I heard myself gasping over the ecstatic rush in my head. “Mother… oh, Mother…”

I was lost to time. All I could do was feel — her hands fondling my bottom, her lips brushing my clit, her flower in my mouth, mine in hers. Then she licked her way to my anus, her tongue sliding wetly through the crack of my ass, and I felt such a consuming joy that I thought I might cry. No lover had ever done such a thing for me. The knowledge that she was willing to pleasure me there only made fed the adoration I felt for my wonderful mother.

Wanting to do the same for her, I buried my face between her cheeks and kissed her asshole like it was my mother’s luscious mouth. I cupped her pussy, stroking her clitoris with my thumb — and she responded with a choked cry, plunging two fingers into my cunt.

I don’t know who came first, but I heard us both moaning as ecstasy poured down upon us like torrents of summer rain. We rode our climaxes together, continuing to pleasure each other for as long as our bodies could take it. Finally we cried out in unison as this pure delight rose to one last, impossible peak, then slowly dimmed to a comforting glow.

Mother and I lay entwined, exchanging vows of love, swearing mutual devotion. You see, we both knew that this was the real thing; that we were meant to be lovers for the rest of our lives. We held one another close crying tears of joy, our only regret having taken so long to find this perfect thing that we now shared.

We two have been a couple for three years, and that time has been pure bliss for us both. We are mother and daughter, best friends, roommates and lovers. She is still sweet, shy and soft-spoken, still the parent who helps to make everything right when the cares of the world are too much to take; our nude bodies tangled together in the warmth of the bed we share.

Mother and I love to fantasize about her teaching me the pleasures of incest as a little girl. In fact, we often play sweet pretending games where I am a child of anywhere from six to ten, Mommy taking me to bed to show me a new way of loving.

Those are wonderful times, as is every moment of sexual intimacy she and I enjoy… but the memory of us coming together on that first night is the one I cherish above all.

Her Little Sister Hannah, Part Two

  • Posted on May 4, 2015 at 11:37 am

At eleven-thirty that evening, Hannah slipped out of her bed, wearing just a battered old Little Mermaid nightdress that she’d had for years. It was too small for her, and the hem only reached a few inches down her pale thighs.

She emerged into the darkened hallway and gingerly tiptoed down to Alice’s room, quietly opened the door and stepped in.

“Hiya,” whispered Alice, sitting up in the center of the bed. She was on top of the duvet, her naked body on display. The room was lit by the bedside lamp, which cast a warm, friendly glow over the scene.

“Hi, big sister,” Hannah whispered back, carefully shutting the door. She pulled off her gown and flung it aside, then scampered over to leap onto the bed. She knelt in front of Alice, and both sisters leaned in to meet in a passionate kiss, as if they’d been lovers for years. Hannah’s hands found their way to her sister’s breasts, teasing Alice’s nipples to aching stiffness.

“Mmmm, we’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight, baby sister,” Alice murmured.

“We sure are!” agreed Hannah.

“Just remember to keep the noise down, ‘kay?”

“Sure. Um, so… what do we do first?”

“Well, I’ve done this before, so why don’t I give you a little demonstration of how girls make love? Lie down” — she patted the bed — “and I’ll get you off. Believe me, it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before!”

A shiver of excitement darting down her spine, Hannah eagerly lay back and spread her legs, watching eagerly as Alice knelt between them. The older girl’s eyes grew wide as she studied the barely downed pink slit before her.

“Damn, sis,” she breathed. “Your pussy is… it’s one of the prettiest things I’ve ever seen.” Reaching out, Alice began to lightly stroke her sister’s mons, drawing a sigh of approval from the girl. Growing bolder, she carefully inched the tip of a finger into Hannah’s vagina, then began gently working it in and out, penetrating a little deeper with each stroke.

Hannah closed her eyes, breathing raggedly as her excitement grew. She’d been masturbating since the age of ten — but this was, of course, the first time anyone else had touched her there. It felt fantastic.

The nineteen year old brunette gently fondled Hannah, watching as the girl tossed her head from side to side on the pillow, mewling with delight. Alice’s finger had reached the limit of her little sister’s hymen and, not wanting to taking Hannah’s virginity right then, she began to roll the probing digit in a circular motion, stimulating the vaginal wall — a trick she’d learned from her first female lover.

Gnawing at her knuckle, Hannah stifled a sob of pleasure. What could be better than this? She had her beautiful big sister back home again — and now Alice was making love to her, like they were girlfriends!

Alice marveled at how slippery her finger became as she eased it in and out — God, her sister’s cunt was so hot and wet! She took her hand from between Hannah’s legs and licked at her fingers, humming contentedly as she tasted her little sister.

“Mmmm, what a yummy pussy,” Alice murmured, leaning down to lick her sister’s slit. She ran her tongue up and down the glistening cleft before her, then pressed her mouth against Hannah’s vulva and kissed her hotly — an open-mouthed kiss, her tongue emerging to penetrate the preteen girl.

Hannah was overwhelmed by how lovely it was, the feeling of a warm, wet tongue exploring her inside. Her nipples were stiff; throbbing to the touch, ripples of pleasure flowed like ocean waves through her body. “Oh Alice, that f-feels wonderful,” she panted. “Ooohhhh!” Her trembling hands clutched at Alice’s head, fingers twining into her big sister’s hair.

Soon, Hannah began to come — a white-hot spark coming to life deep inside her, rapidly mounting into an inferno that seemed to consume her whole. She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to muffle the moans she made as her body shook and shuddered helplessly.

Alice drank thirstily at her sister’s cunt as Hannah came nonstop for a good thirty seconds, her elfin face contorted in ecstasy. When it was over, the older girl lifted her head, lips and chin glistening with her baby sister’s essence.

Hannah lay exhausted, breathing hard as her big sister crawled up to sprawl beside her. Nuzzling the girl’s face, Alice murmured, “Your pussy tastes great, sis.”

“Oh, Alice,” Hannah moaned, turning to her sister and kissing her passionately, humming with delight as she sampled the flavor of her own cunt from Alice’s mouth.

They kissed for a long, sweet while, then Hannah pulled away and exclaimed, “Let me lick you now! I want to taste your pussy.”

“Sure, sis. Remember, though, be quiet — we don’t want Dad catching us!”

The girls swapped positions, Alice lying on her back, legs spread wide.

Nestled between her big sister’s thighs, Hannah spent a moment admiring Alice’s cunt, the way her glistening pink lips were framed with neatly trimmed auburn pubes. She gently explored her sister with her fingers, getting to know her intimate parts. Hannah’s eyes widened in awe as she slid a finger into the moistened slit, stroking her sister’s soft triangle with her other hand. “Wow, Alice… you’re all hot inside!”

“Eat me, sis,” urged Alice, her body tingling with excitement, “Lick my pussy, please.”

Flashing her big sister a grin, Hannah moved closer to lick at Alice’s slit. Pausing to mull over the taste, she licked again, her tongue slipping between her sister’s labia to sample the fiery flesh of her vagina. “Mmmm,” purred the preteen girl.

“D-does it taste good?” Alice stammered, her nails digging into the navy blue sheets.

“Yeah!” exclaimed Hannah. “It’s kinda… I dunno, but I like it!” She dove back in eagerly, pressing wet open-mouthed kisses into the pink flesh. Wanting more, she thrust her tongue deep into Alice’s opening, making her big sister moan with pleasure.

God, Alice thought, she’s a natural at this! The twelve year old’s instincts were undeniable, her hot little tongue probing and exploring Alice’s vagina with relish. Then Alice gasped in disbelief as Hannah began to tease her clit with a fingertip while still licking her pussy. With that kind of loving attention, it didn’t take long at all for Alice to come in her sister’s face, clasping a hand tightly over her mouth to dampen her cries of passion.

Hannah took the older girl through two explosive orgasms, clumsily tweaking Alice’s clit with two fingers while her tongue eagerly probed into the moaning teen’s womb.

“Oh God, oh fuck, oh fuck… OH!” moaned Alice, trying desperately to keep her voice down in the height of passion. The walls at the apartment she’d shared with Tanya were thick, and there certainly weren’t any fathers around to avoid rousing. Alice and her lover would cry out loud and blurt wild obscenities during their rampant fucking. They’d suck, lick, and finger each other to exhaustion practically every night — often in the mornings and afternoons, too.

Alice still missed those times, but not nearly as much as she had just a few hours ago — this opportunity to have sex with her preteen sister was hotter and wilder than anything she’d ever done before.

Finally overcome, she gasped, “S-stop, stop – I can’t t-take any more!”

Hannah raised her head, licking her lips and smiling sweetly. “Did I do a good job?” she asked, tilting her head adorably.

“You did great!” insisted Alice, still breathing heavily. “You made me go off like a fuckin’ rocket. C’mere and gimme a kiss, you little minx!”

Hannah crawled into her big sister’s open arms and they kissed tenderly, their hands languidly exploring one another’s bare bodies.

This soon had Alice hungering for more of her baby sister, so she rolled the girl onto her back and got on top of her, kissing Hannah with a renewed passion. She licked and nuzzled the young girl’s throat, making the twelve-year-old shiver. Alice moved down further, kissing her way to her sister’s budding breasts. She sucked on each nipple in turn, spending a long while pleasuring them with her mouth. Then she resumed her southward travels — squirming down the bed to kiss and nibble at the soft skin of Hannah’s flat belly, darting her tongue into the girl’s navel to make her giggle.

Soon, Alice confronted her sister’s pussy, a lustful gleam in her eye. Without a word Hannah spread her legs, sighing happily as her big sister began to pleasure her again.

After a further hour of lovemaking Hannah, hair disheveled, legs shaky and her heart radiant with joy, bid Alice goodnight with a kiss, then tiptoed back to her own room and crawled into bed, where she immediately fell asleep.

The next day, Hannah raced back to her big sister’s room and jumped into bed with Alice as soon as their father left for work. The two girls spent all morning naked, happily exploring one another.

First, Hannah gladly allowed herself to be manipulated like a doll, placed into various positions by her big sister — on her back, on her belly, on all fours, standing up, on her knees — with Alice touching and tasting every inch of the young girl’s body.

Then they swapped roles. Hannah had the time of her life as she pleasured her big sister with fingers and tongue — paying particular attention to Alice’s cunt, which she licked and fingered lovingly.

After almost ninety minutes, though, Alice was ready to take things to the next level.

“Wait until you see this! It’s so cool,” she exclaimed, hopping off the bed.

“What’s so cool?” giggled Hannah, laying back on the bed… flushed, slick with sweat and grinning happily.

“You’ll see!” Alice declared, walking over to her chest of drawers. She bent down, thrusting her pert ass out as she opened the bottom drawer and looked within. Rummaging around, Alice fished something out from underneath the panties in the drawer. She stood up and turned around, holding aloft her prize; a slender dildo, eight-inches in length and bright florescent pink. “Ta-daaa!” she sang.

“Whoa, awesome!” gasped Hannah, thrilled by the sight of the toy her sister would soon be introducing into their lovemaking. “That’s like a fake dick, isn’t it? Where’d you get that?”

“Oh, I bought it ages ago,” Alice replied, “I have others, but I left them with Tanya. I thought it would be too risky, ’cause Dad might find them. I couldn’t resist bringing this one, though, it’s my favorite. Not too big, not too small.”

“Cool color too,” giggled Hannah, “Nice and pink!” Her eyes were wide with excitement at the prospect of what they could get up to with Alice’s sex toy. She loved her big sister so much right then — Alice was not only beautiful but caring and wise, and making love with her made Hannah feel very grown up.

Likewise, Alice was overcome with love for Hannah, amazed that it had taken her so long to realize just how pretty and desirable she was. More than that, it was incredibly thrilling to be indulging in these forbidden games — lesbian sex with her own underage sister! Bet Tanya wishes she could get in on something this kinky, Alice thought with a smirk.

“Lay back Hannah… I’m going to fuck you with this,” Alice purred, leaning close and kissing her sister lovingly, her eyes glowing with anticipation.

“Oooh, yeah,” Hannah smiled. “Let’s do it. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have my first time with than you!” She lay back, parting her legs, her bare pussy glistening wetly.

Alice knelt between her little sister’s thighs, seductively sucking at the tip of the dildo, then held it up for Hannah to see, now wet and ready.

“Put it in me,” urged Hannah.

Alice placed the tip of the pink dildo at the entrance to Hannah’s cunt. She ran it up and down the lips, teasing her sister before she began to ease it into her. Hannah arched her back, her eyes shut, breath hissing through her teeth as Alice pushed the plastic cock into her body. Deeper and deeper it went, Alice gripping the base of it, watching it disappear in her sister’s vagina until the tip rested against Hannah’s hymen.

“Okay,” Alice murmured, “I’m going to go all the way in now… are you ready?”

“Yes!” Hannah said hoarsely. “Fuck me, sis!”

With one firm stroke, Alice pushed the pink dildo into her sister up to the hilt, breaking through the fleshy membrane.

The young girl winced sharply, her body rigid. “Ohhh! Ow, that hurt!”

“Hold tight, babe,” Alice quickly said. “Stay still for a minute. Just try to relax while it’s inside you.”

Hannah slowly exhaled, her hands clenching and unclenching as she tried to ease the tension that gripped her body. Gradually her breathing became normal again. “Okay,” she said softly, “I… I think you can try m-moving it a little bit.”

Alice began to withdraw the dildo as slowly as she could, pulling it out about two inches before carefully pushing it back in again. Hannah’s mouth opened, her body trembling. A delighted expression lit up her face as the pain she had expected failed to appear, sensations of pleasure already rippling through her body.

“Oh yeah, oh Alice,” she panted, “My God, it’s in me, oh yeah!”

“You’ve lost your cherry, lover… and we didn’t even need a boy to do it!” laughed Alice with delight.

“It feels so good, Alice,” she sighed, “Mmmmm, wow! Push it in and out of me, sis, but slow… that’ll feel nice, I think.”

“Oh it will, honey… it will!”

Alice began sliding her toy out of Hannah’s cunt, falling into a steady rhythm, transfixed by the look of intense joy on the girl’s pretty face. Back and forth, in and out she worked the pink cock, moistening her fingers in her own cunt as she fucked her little sister. Then Alice began to rub Hannah’s clit with those fingers, slick from her own pussy.

“Mmmm, yeah!” Hannah gasped, her words coming in bursts. “I think… you c-can… maybe go – ooohhh – a little… f-faster now.”

Alice gradually increased the pace of the fucking, watching her sister panting for breath, slowly rising to an apogee of purest ecstasy. Suddenly Hannah’s breath hissed through clenched teeth, her body seizing up. A keening sound began to issue from the twelve-year-old’s throat.

“Yeah, come for me, Hannah!” Alice panted, “Are you coming? Are you coming for me?”

“I… I am,” urged Hannah, frantically working her pelvis in time with Alice’s steady thrusts, “Oh yes, oh yes… I’m gonna come… oh GOD!”

Hannah couldn’t speak after that, just moan and splutter barely coherent cries as she bucked and writhed in a ferocious orgasm. It took a full two minutes to build to a peak, then slowly die away — finally, she relaxed with a deep sigh. “Oh. Oh my.”

“Damn, you look so beautiful when you come,” Alice purred, slowly withdrawing the dildo from Hannah. It made a wet sound as it eased out of the girl’s tight young vagina.

“Let me do you now!” Hannah squealed, still catching her breath. She sat up, watching Alice take her place on the bed.

Lying on her back, Alice parted her legs. “You don’t have to be gentle, Hannah,” she told her sister. “Push it deep inside and fuck me hard.”

Hannah got into position, tongue protruding slightly as she concentrated on doing the job right. She placed the dildo at the opening of Alice’s cunt and teased her sister a bit, sliding just the tip of the toy into Alice’s wet pussy. Then she began to push it into her sister, finding to her delight that it slid in easily. She began working it in and out, slowly at first, watching as Alice began tossing her head from side to side, her eyes closed, cheeks flushed.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Alice was panting, “Oh my God I’m so hot… oh that’s so good. Oh, Hannah, my sweet sister, fuck me! Fuck me harder! Harder… nnnnnnnnnngggg!”

Hannah’s slender arm was pumping wildly now as she worked the dildo in and out of Alice’s cunt, eyes wide as she watched her big sister’s thick, warm fluids coating the bright pink toy with each stroke. Copying Alice’s tactics, Hannah began to brush Alice’s clitoris with her fingers — which pushed the older girl over the edge, leaving her wailing like a bitch in heat.

“Oh fuck yes, I’m coming so hard Hannah, oh fucking Christ, fuck…OOOH! Oh, oh, oh! OH GOD!” Alice’s body thrashed violently as she rode the crazy carousel of her orgasm.

Hannah gradually slowed down her thrusts as Alice’s climax ebbed away, finally sliding the dildo out of her sister’s cunt. Studying the glistening toy, she brought it to her mouth to lick. “Mmmmm, tastes good.” Then she giggled. “It’s like… a pussy lollipop!”

“Oh, yeah? Wanna share some with your big sister?” Alice purred.

“Sure,” Hannah proffered the wet toy. Alice took the tip in her mouth and sucked at it, then took a long, slow lick along its length. Hannah bent down to join her sister, and the two girls bathed the dildo with their tongues, finally coming together in a heated kiss.

“Mmmm, that was fun,” Alice giggled when they finally drifted apart. “Did you like getting fucked?”

“I sure did,” Hannah exclaimed, her eyes dancing with delight. “I loved it! A real cock would be nice to try sometime, though. Bet I could handle it!”

“Maybe so, sis,” Alice said, sitting up and reaching out to fondle Hannah’s barely formed breasts, “But you shouldn’t rush into sex with a boy so soon. Let’s just me and you have some fun together for a while. Now that you and I are lovers, we can do this all the time.”

“Wow, lovers,” Hannah breathed, “I guess we really are, aren’t we?”

“We are, babe,” Alice murmured, cuddling her baby sister close, “and I think it’s pretty cool.”

“Me too,” the young girl sighed dreamily. Then she placed a hand on her big sister’s belly. “You and Tanya had lots of fun, huh? Must’ve been great, being able to have sex with her all the time.”

“Yeah, it was nice. We’re still friends, too. I’ll give it few weeks, then I’ll call her… maybe go visit her one day.”

“So you guys can still fuck, then?” teased Hannah. “Even though you broke up?”

“Sure — why not? Just for old times sake.” She grinned at her baby sister. “Y’know, if I go visit her, maybe you should come along.”

Hannah’s eyes widened. “Um, you mean… I can have sex with both of you, like what you did with Tanya and h-her friend?”

“A threesome,” Alice nodded. “Oh, yeah, she’d be way into you.”

“Wow,” Hannah whispered. “You’re the best big sister in the world.” She kissed Alice lovingly, running both hands through her older sibling’s hair. Meanwhile, Alice allowed a hand to find its way between Hannah’s legs, her fingers stroking the youngster’s moist slit.

“I want to play with your ass now,” Alice breathed, her lips brushing her sister’s ear. “Get up on your hands and knees. You’ll really like this.”

Hannah quickly got on all fours, ready and eager for another new experience.

Alice got behind Hannah, licking her lips as she fondled her twelve year old sister’s adorable bottom, squeezing her cheeks gently. Then she ran a fingertip up and down the cleft between Hannah’s slightly parted cheeks, running her nail lightly over her asshole, which twitched instinctively.

“Oooh, that’s nice,” Hannah gasped. “Mmmm… yeah, play with my butt, Alice. Put a finger in, like you did with my pussy!”

“God, you have a beautiful ass,” murmured Alice, leaning down to bestow a few soft kisses on Hannah’s buttocks. Then she kissed the pre-teen blond’s anus before running her tongue over it, teasing the tight virgin orifice. Hannah cried out in surprise and delight at her sister’s loving invasion.

Soon Alice was licking lustily at her sister’s luscious asshole. Hannah’s head was swimming, and she began breathing deeply as her big sister ate her ass. Burying her face in the pillow, she reached back to spread her buttocks further apart, giving Alice complete access to her most private place.

Alice pulled her head back a moment to catch her breath, then began pushing her tongue into her sister’s anus, easing it past Hannah’s sphincter and into her hot buttery rectum.

“Uh, uh, uhhhhh, that’s so gooood!” wailed Hannah, arching her back and pushing her bottom into her older sister’s face. “Lick it, lick it, Alice. Lick my butt!” The naked pre-teen moaned in near-unbearable delight as the older girl pleasured her from behind.

As Alice pushed her tongue in and out of Hannah’s slippery back door, she bought a hand into play, trailing up her sister’s thigh to her vagina. As Hannah sobbed with passion, Alice gently worked a finger into the youngster from behind, easing it inside until she was buried to the knuckle in the girl’s fiery cunt.

“Ohhhh, Alice, I’m coming,” Hannah began to cry out shortly, “Oh my… oh Alice… lick me, finger me YES! OHHHH!” Her climax was powerful and prolonged, and the girl nearly swooned from the intensity of it. She managed to rally herself enough to gasp, “Oh, oh God… no more, please!” before slumping to one side.

Alice sat up, easing her slippery fingers out of the young girl’s cunt. Hannah lay motionless for a short time, catching her breath, then wrapped both trembling arms around her big sister.

“Oh, Alice,” Hannah cooed, “I think… that I’m in love with you.”

“I feel the same way, sis,” Alice whispered, clutching her sister closely. “No matter what, let’s always love one another like this, you and me. Even if we have other girlfriends — or boyfriends. Even if we get married!”

“Yes,” sighed Hannah contentedly. “Let’s.”

The two girls lay in each other’s arms, whispering words of adoration and exchanging lazy kisses until they fell asleep.

Her Little Sister Hannah, Part One

  • Posted on May 4, 2015 at 11:35 am

By JetBoy

As she gazed out through the window of her father’s car, Alice gave a wistful sigh. She was moving back home after a year of life on her own, having just recently broken up with her girlfriend Tanya. Once Tanya had moved out, Alice couldn’t afford the rent on the apartment they’d shared, and in the end, she had no choice but to call home and ask Dad if she could have her old room back. He wired her the money for a flight home the next morning.

She knew how difficult it had been at first for Dad to adjust to the idea of his oldest daughter entering into a romantic relationship with another girl, but he’d been supportive in the end… and he was being supportive now, trying his best to lighten Alice’s mood with jokes and tidbits of neighborhood gossip as he drove. Still, Alice suspected that he wasn’t exactly unhappy to have her back home and single again. Oh, well, she was glad to see him, too — and it would be great to spend time with her baby sister Hannah, who had just turned twelve. Much as she’d enjoyed life in the big city with her lover, Alice had missed Hannah terribly.

Soon they arrived home, and sure enough, Hannah was delighted to have her older sibling back again. Alice was already feeling better about things, the very sight of Hannah lifting her spirits. Her kid sister was always smiling and giggling, full of gleeful energy, taking nothing too seriously — just what Alice needed right then.

“Was it fun living away from home?” Hannah asked her big sister, later in the day. They were in Alice’s bedroom, which had been left more or less untouched while she was living with Tanya. It was a bright, cheerful room with two large windows set into the wall.

“It was fun, yeah,” Alice smiled. She was standing by her wardrobe, open suitcases at her feet, putting her clothes away. She had to admit that it did feel nice, being back in the room she’d slept in since she was a kid.

“Are you glad to be back?”

The young woman shrugged. “Oh, sure…. I’ll miss Tanya, but it’s good to see you and Dad again.” She put the last of her things into the wardrobe and shifted the suitcases to the corner of the room. She’d been home for a couple of hours, and their father had gone to pick up dinner at her favorite Chinese restaurant.

Hannah paced the room with a spring in her step, excitement in her big blue eyes at the prospect of having her beloved older sister home once more. Twelve years old, Hannah was barely five feet tall, and while her sister and father had dark hair, Hannah’s hair was like her long-deceased mother’s — a lustrous coppery red, reaching down almost to her waist. Her face was elfin and pretty, with a smile that seemed to illuminate her face with childish joy. She was slim, and her breasts were only recently beginning to bud. She wore an old cast-off Sonic Youth t-shirt of Alice’s that was at least two sizes too big for her and a pair of bright yellow gym shorts that showed off her bare legs to nice effect.

“What should we do?” asked Hannah, “Dad’s out, and I’ve got my big sis back home! Whoo-hoo!” She was incredibly animated, all but bouncing around the room. Suddenly she jumped onto Alice’s bed, next to her big sister. “I know what — let’s share secrets! We haven’t done that for ages.”

“Okay,” Alice agreed, amused by Hannah’s enthusiasm. “What d’you wanna know?”

“Tell me what it was like, living with Tanya,” Hannah suggested, also getting onto the bed and sitting cross-legged in front of Alice, who adopted a similar position.

“You mean, what was it like being away from home?”

“Well, I was thinking more about… what it was like living with a girlfriend. Y’know — spending all that time with someone you’re in love with, going to bed with her…”

“Hannah!” giggled Alice, “That’s private!”

“C’mon,” pleaded Hannah. “We’re sisters, we’re s’posed to share everything!”

“But you’re only twelve, kiddo… I think you’re kinda young to hear details about my sex life.”

“Am not!” retorted Hannah. “And your face is red! Jeez, you’re just like Dad — he always gets all embarrassed when he mentions sex.”

“Welllll… what do you want to know about Tanya and me, anyhow?”

“Why’d you split up?”

“Because Tanya wanted to see other women.”

“When you say, ‘see’, you’re talking about having sex, right?” asked Hannah.

“Yeah. She wanted me to join in, too.”

“Wow. So, did you ever…?” asked Hannah, her big eyes wide with excitement.

“Yeah… last week,” admitted Alice, “It was a friend of Tanya’s. We all went to bed together.”

“An orgy?!”

“Yeah. A threesome, really. It was fun but… well, I wanted Tanya all to myself, I guess. But she couldn’t give up other girls, so we agreed to split up. We’ll still be friends, though — maybe even fool around every once in awhile.”

“Do you, um, just not like doing it with guys, then?”

“Well, no, not quite… men are okay, sure. But when it comes to sex, I just think girls are better.”

“Like what? What things do they do better?”

“Hmmm, let’s see now,” Alice pondered. “Well, there’s kissing. Girls have such soft mouths… and when it comes to touching and oral sex, girls are absolutely better than guys.”

“Why’s that?” asked Hannah, enthralled.

“Think about it,” Alice explained, “A girl has the same body parts you do, so they have a better idea of how to make you feel good, right?”

“I understand that, yeah. What do you like doing with girls the most?”

“Mainly fingering and eating pussy, I’d say. The best thing, I think, is a sixty-nine.”

“I know what that is! Someone at school told me. It’s when a guy and girl — or two girls, I guess — lick each other’s, um, pussies. Have you done that with Tanya?”

“Lots of times,” Alice boasted, suddenly noticing that she was getting aroused, her nipples erect beneath the thin cotton blouse she wore. It was oddly arousing, in a perverse kind of way, to be admitting such lewd antics to her kid sister.

“Was it fun?” asked Hannah.

“It was. There was this one time the other week, when I had the threesome with Tanya and Gina. Gina was this hot chick she was seeing on the side. Tanya and me were in a sixty-nine with me on top, both of us licking each other’s pussies. And…” Alice hesitated, her voice trailing off.

“And what?” demanded Hannah.

Alice pursed her lips. “Um, I shouldn’t really tell you any more. You’re too young.”

“Aw, come on, sis,” urged Hannah, “Come on! You’ve gone too far to back out. I wanna know everything!”

“Well, okay then. Tanya and me were in a sixty-nine, me on top…”

“Yeah yeah… you on top, I’ve got the picture… go on, sis.”

“…and Gina was, um, fucking me in the ass with this latex strap-on cock.”

“No WAY! Holy shit, that’s cool!” giggled Hannah, bouncing on the bed excitedly, the nipples on her budding breasts clearly erect through her t-shirt, which Alice couldn’t help but notice. “Did it hurt?”

“Not really. Tanya had done it to me that way before. I like anal sex, actually.”

“That sounds wild. I bet sex is a lot more fun if you can do it with both guys and girls.” She paused. “I think I might be bisexual.”

“Really…?” breathed a surprised Alice.

“Well, I’m pretty sure I am. I mean… there’s a couple of boys in my class who I think are cute, but there’s a girl I like too. She’s older than me, she’s fourteen, but I’ve seen her in the showers once or twice and I sort of… look at her, y’know — at her body. And I’ve kinda got a crush on one of my teachers. She’s really sexy! She has short dark brown hair, like yours.”

“Well, don’t go making a move on her!” Alice cautioned. “You’ll cause big problems for yourself, trying to get sexually involved with a teacher.”

“Yeah,” smiled Hannah, “She’s married anyway. She is very pretty, though. Like you. I think you’re really beautiful, y’know.”

“Thanks, honey,” Alice said, smiling warmly. She reached out and stroked Hannah’s cheek with her fingers. “You’re really pretty too, Hannah. Whether you go after a boy or a girl, I don’t think you’ll have any problems getting a lover when you’re older.”

“Aw, I want a lover now!” pouted Hannah.

“Don’t be so impatient,” laughed Alice. “Some things you just have to wait for, kiddo.”

Hannah gazed thoughtfully at her big sister. “Alice… can I ask you to — to do something for me?”

“What, sis?”

“Could I… would you let me kiss you?” Hannah asked.

Alice was naturally taken aback. “How do you mean?” she asked.

“Well,” shrugged Hannah, “I’ve never kissed a girl before. I’ve only kissed a couple of boys, and they weren’t so hot. I’d like a real kiss. I mean… I need some practice for when I’m older. Come on Alice, we’re sisters and best friends too. Just one kiss. Pleeease?”

“Okay,” shrugged Alice. It sounded a bit weird, but she was feeling all tingly from talking about sex — and her comment about how pretty Hannah was had been genuine. Her little sister was maturing deliciously. In fact, Alice couldn’t keep herself from stealing furtive glances at the outline of Hannah’s hard little nipples, clearly visible through her t-shirt. “Sure… you can kiss me.”

Hannah hesitated a moment, then knelt opposite the older girl. She placed both hands on her big sister’s shoulders as she leaned in close, bringing her lips to Alice’s.

They began to kiss, hesitantly at first.

At twelve, Hannah was a sexual novice, but the young girl made up for her inexperience in pure enthusiasm, sliding her tongue into her sister’s mouth. Almost instinctively, Alice began to respond.

Soon they were kissing hotly, their hearts throbbing with excitement. Without a thought, Alice reached up to fondle her sister’s small, barely formed breasts.

Suddenly catching herself, she pulled back, breaking their kiss.

“What’s up?” Hannah asked. “Why’d you stop?”

“Omigod, I’m sorry, Hannah. I shouldn’t have t-touched you there!” Alice stammered. “Wow, I kinda forgot you were my sister for a second!”

“Oh, don’t be sorry,” Hannah giggled, “I liked it! Do it again. Touch my boobs while we kiss some more, and I’ll play with yours, too.”

Before Alice could reply, her frisky little sister was kissing her again, her hot tongue plunging into Alice’s mouth. Hannah began to touch her older sibling’s breasts, stroking them through her blouse. Alice, her desire growing increasingly sharp, returned the favor — this time caressing Hannah’s chest with both hands.

The two sisters kissed for a while, tongues meeting and mingling as they fondled each other. A few minutes passed before they drew apart, faces flushed.

“God, that was cool,” Hannah breathed, wide-eyed, “Am I a good kisser, you think?”

“You sure are,” Alice smiled, “Your breasts are really coming along, too!”

“Yeah, I’ll need a bigger bra soon,” Hannah said, “Here, take a look!” reaching for the hem of her t-shirt.

Before Alice could say a word, Hannah had removed her top and flung it aside, standing there in shorts and white socks, bare from the waist up.

“Nice, huh?” enquired Hannah, cupping her small titties in her hands, “My nipples are all pointy. They do that all the time now. Especially when I play with myself in bed at night.”

“Mmmmm,” nodded Alice, totally enraptured by the sight of her pretty sibling.

“Let me see yours,” Hannah said softly.

Alice didn’t hesitate. She quickly undid her blouse and removed it, then her bra. Her breasts were small, but round and firm, capped with bright pink nipples that were as stiff as her sister’s.

“Wow, nice,” Hannah sighed, reaching out to fondle Alice’s breasts. Her fluttering fingers caused a gentle sigh of pleasure to escape from her big sister’s lips.

“Oh, Hannah, that feels so good,” Alice whimpered.

“Can I — can I kiss them? Would you like that?”

“Er… okay.”

Hannah leaned close and took Alice’s right nipple into her warm mouth, flicking the tip with her tongue.

“Oh, sweetie,” breathed Alice, running her hand through Hannah’s hair. She was more turned on than she had ever been in her life. There was something so kinky and wild about having her twelve-year-old sister pleasuring her breasts.

Hannah sucked and licked at her sister’s nipples for a long while before she stood up and gave Alice a loving, lingering kiss on the mouth.

“Let’s take all our clothes off,” Hannah suggested. “Okay?”

Alice was about to suggest that perhaps this was taking things too far — but then she stopped herself, the words dying on her lips as she watched Hannah slip out of her yellow shorts. Fuck it, I don’t care how wrong this is — I’m not going to pass up the chance to be my baby sister’s first lover.

She slowly rose from the bed and undid her jeans, sliding them down with a pair of sodden panties. In moments, the two sisters were nude.

“Wow, you look so beautiful,” Alice said, admiring Hannah’s body.

“So do you, kiddo,” Hannah smiled.

At nineteen, Alice stood five inches taller than her twelve-year-old sister. Their bodies were both slim and youthful, but quite different in other respects. Alice had a neatly trimmed triangle of chestnut-brown pubes framing her slit, while Hannah’s vulva was covered by a light dusting of auburn down.

“What do you want to do now?” asked Alice, moving close, stroking her sister’s hair.

“C-can we, um, make love?” Hannah stammered nervously.

“Okay,” Alice whispered, leaning in closer, her lips just an inch away from Hannah’s. The tips of her fingers were mere inches away from Hannah’s slit as Alice gently kissed her sister, lightly nibbling on the little girl’s lips…

Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening could be heard.

“Shit, it’s Dad!” gasped Alice, leaping back. Lost in their mutual exploration, both girls had completely forgotten about their father and his imminent return.

“Get dressed, get dressed, get dressed!” hissed Hannah frantically, turning and grabbing her clothes.

“Are you girls up there?” came their father’s voice as he began to mount the stairs. Hannah was hurriedly scrambling into her shorts.

Snatching her own clothes from the floor, Alice hurled them into the wardrobe, then grabbed a blue terrycloth dressing gown that hung from a hook on the bedroom door. She barely managed to wrap the tie around her waist, concealing her nakedness just as her father reached the top of the stairs.

He tapped gently on the door and peeked in. “Hello, ladies.”

“Oh, hey, Dad,” Alice smiled, heart pounding like a kettledrum.

“Hi, Daddy,” Hannah said, raising her eyes from a book she had grabbed and opened.

Dad grinned. “A savory feast from Chef Lu’s awaits. Wash your hands and get downstairs before I eat it all myself!” He winked and turned to leave, shutting the door behind him.

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief. “Holy smokes… that was close.”

“Good thing he came back when he did,” Alice said quietly. “He could have caught us — really doing stuff with each other.”

They were both silent for a moment, neither of them quite able to believe how close they’d been to plunging into lesbian incest.

This is absolutely nuts, Alice thought. Was I really about to have sex with my little sister?

We lost control of ourselves, she told herself. I ought to tell Hannah that we got carried away, that this was a bad idea…

She felt a soft hand touch hers. Turning to her sister, Alice opened her mouth to speak, but forgot what she was about to say at the sight of Hannah’s face… and the look of mixed adoration and desire in her eyes.

“Wanna try again later?” Hannah whispered.

Alice was rooted to the spot, overwhelmed by a surge of helpless lust that made her head reel. I’m going straight to hell for this, she thought.

“Um, yeah,” she slowly replied. “Long as you really want to…”

Hannah grinned ferociously. “You bet I do!” she exclaimed, reaching up to wrap both arms around her big sister’s neck. “I want to do everything with you! God, I can’t wait.” She gazed, dreamy-eyed, at Alice. “You look way sexy with your clothes off.”

“So do you,” Alice replied, every inch of her body throbbing with renewed sexual heat. Unable to restrain herself, she bent down to give Hannah a loving kiss. The younger girl immediately responded, and the kiss quickly grew hot and eager, their tongues intertwining.

Alice’s hands trailed down her sister’s back, moving to fondle the younger girl’s bottom while they kissed. Finally they parted, dazed.

“Let’s get together later tonight — after Dad goes to bed,” Hannah breathed.

Alice nodded. “Okay. Come in about half an hour after he turns out his light… and, for God’s sake, be as quiet as you can.”

“Sure. Hey, Alice… I’m really looking forward to this.”

They kissed again, briefly, and Hannah turned to leave. “See ya downstairs!” the younger girl chirped, arching an eyebrow, then she was gone.

Alice sat down heavily on the bed, her mind a jumble. What on earth had she roped herself into?

She had to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all. While preparing for her trip home, during the lengthy flight, and on the road with her father, Alice had wondered how long she would have to go without a lover. Tanya had been her first girlfriend after years of dating boys, and she would be hard to replace — especially in the sleepy Iowa suburb where Alice had been raised, where there was no gay scene to speak of.

Alice had all but resigned herself to a long dry spell, settling for lesbian internet erotica and her fingers. Or even making do with guys, though that prospect only depressed her after the sexual delights she’d shared with Tanya.

Now, on her first day back home, she was on the verge of sparking off a wild, passionate fling with a cute girl — her own twelve-year-old sister!

Definitely not a good idea, Alice told herself again. Fuck it, though — I don’t care if it’s wrong. Hannah wants this, I want this… if there are complications, we’ll just have to deal with them when they come up.

“Honey?” her father’s voice called up the stairs. “Didn’t you tell me that you were, and I quote, ‘starving to death,’ about an hour ago?”

Startled, Alice shook her head to clear it. “Coming, Dad!” Casting the dressing gown aside, she quickly donned a t-shirt and panties, then stepped into her favorite pair of sweatpants. Pausing to glance at herself in the mirror, she nodded once before exiting the room.

Continue on to Part Two

…and I’ll show you mine, Part Three

  • Posted on May 4, 2015 at 11:32 am

By JetBoy

The three women stood quietly for a moment, as if suddenly realizing the enormity of what they were preparing to do. Then Anne unfastened the remaining buttons of her nightgown and shrugged the garment from her shoulders to puddle on the floor. She stood before her daughters, nude but for her panties.

“Like what you see?” she murmured.

Ellie and Sally gazed eagerly at their scantily clad mother. Anne had always taken good care of herself, and had the body to prove it. She was a full-figured woman, soft and curvy in all the right places. Her silky mane of dark red hair cascaded freely down to her shoulders, grazing the tops of her breasts.

“God, Mom,” breathed Sally, “you are sexy as hell.” She reached around to unfasten her skirt, casting it to one side to expose her shaved pussy. Grinning, Ellie tugged her sweater up and off.

“You two are the sexy ones,” Anne whispered as her daughters finished undressing. Soon they were both naked.

“You haven’t come yet, Mom,” cooed Ellie, kneeling before her mother, “we’ll have to do something about that.” She grasped the waistband of Anne’s panties, then slid them down to reveal the thick pubic tuft that adorned her mother’s cunt. “Ooooh, Mom…” Ellie sighed happily, “your pussy looks yummy.”

And with that, she buried her face in Anne’s thatch, extending her tongue to take a long, slow lick at the moist flesh of her mother’s sex.

“Jesus,” Anne gasped, cradling her daughter’s head, “that feels s-so good… oh, I’ve missed this.”

Eager to participate, Sally moved to her mother’s side. “Kiss me, Mom,” she demanded, her lips already parting as she claimed Anne’s mouth with hers.

Anne whimpered, sucking her daughter’s tongue into her mouth as Sally’s fingers brushed her creamy breasts. She moved her palm against her mother’s nipples in a circular motion, first one, then the other, teasing them to aching hardness.

Ellie, still kneeling before Anne, pressed her lips against her mother’s cunt in a hungry kiss, then slipped the tip of her tongue into Anne’s vaginal tunnel, circling the entrance.

Throwing her head back, Anne gasped, “Oh, my beautiful girls… I love you…”

Sally grinned down at her sister, now feasting avidly at their mother’s sex. “Hey, sis,” she murmured, “I think we ought to let Mom lie down before we fuck her.”

Ellie drew away, licking her lips. “OK,” she panted, then patted Anne’s bare hip. “C’mon, Mom… get that big, beautiful ass of yours on the bed. We’re just warming up here.”

Her legs unsteady, Anne slowly moved to the bed and lay down, parting her thighs for her wide-eyed daughters.

“Go ahead, sis,” invited Ellie, gesturing at their mother’s glistening sex. “You have a taste.”

Sally cooed with delight at the sight of her mother’s dripping pussy. “Mmmm… she does look good enough to eat.” And she crawled into the bed, lying down on her belly before Anne, inhaling deeply of the thick musk. “Your pussy smells great, Mom,” she sighed, then buried her nose and lips in the tawny curls of Anne’s bush.

Ellie padded over to the head of the bed, gazing down adoringly at her squirming mother. She bent to kiss Anne, who moaned in delight as her tongue emerged to lick in a circle around her daughter’s mouth, sampling and savoring the flavor of cunt. Meanwhile, Sally was lapping at her mother’s sex, her lips and chin now dripping with warm fluids.

Ellie began to trail kisses down her mother’s neck, pausing to press her lips into the hollow of Anne’s throat before continuing her sensuous journey. Reaching her mother’s breasts, she sucked a nipple between her lips, lightly teasing the pink tip with her teeth.

“Oh my God, you t-two are incredible,” Anne whispered, cradling Ellie’s face to her breasts. The girls seemed perfectly attuned to her body, as if being her daughters gave them a sixth sense for what she liked best. Or perhaps it was the taboo of incest that made the lovemaking so intense.

Whatever the reason, Anne felt intoxicated by love, giddy with sex. The sweet scent of her daughters’ skin, the soft suppleness of their naked bodies, the taste of their lips…

And with that, Anne thought of another part of her girls that she very much wanted to taste. So much so that her mouth was watering.

“Ellie,” she began, “climb on my face, baby… I want to, to lick you. I need your pussy. Oh, Sally – fuck, that feels s-so good!”

Sally’s mouth was fastened to Anne’s cunt, her tongue rolling around the walls of her mother’s vagina. This is the best, she thought. How could Ellie and I have given this up? Even better… now Mom’s part of it too. Sally buried her face even deeper between Anne’s trembling thighs, her heart radiant with joy.

Ellie’s eyes danced as she slowly straddled her mother’s face. “Yes, angel,” Anne gasped, “let me… I want t-to taste you… ” She licked her lips, awed by the sight of her daughter’s glistening pussy, now inches from her already open mouth. Raising her head from the pillow, she trailed the tip of her tongue through the dewy pink flesh.

“Ooooh, Mom,” Ellie moaned, “fuck, yes… lick me!”

Firmly grasping her daughter’s hips, Anne drew Ellie to her, pressing the young woman’s cunt to her mouth, then thrust her tongue into the dripping orifice.

“G-god, Sis,” Ellie gasped, “Mom has such a h-hot mouth… ohhhhhh, you’ve got to feel this! Yes, Momma… mmm, you’re eating my pussy so, so good!”

Sally was tongue-fucking her mother, probing the older woman’s lust-slicked vagina, feeling tremors of ecstasy pulsing through her womanly frame that grew more intense by the second. Sensing the nearness of her mother’s climax, Sally trailed her tongue up through Anne’s labia to the inflamed nubbin of her clitoris. She flicked at the crimson tip, then took it between her lips to suckle.

That did it. Anne emitted a muffled scream into her younger daughter’s cunt as a wave of pleasure rocked her body like a rolling thunderclap. She shook violently, hands clutching helplessly at the sheets. In the midst of it all, she rubbed her gasping mouth against Ellie’s cunt, not wanting to stop pleasuring her daughter.

Finally her climax began to wane. Sally was now nuzzling her inner thighs, and Anne renewed her cunnilingual activities, taking Ellie’s cunt into her mouth to drink deep of the young woman’s essence.

Ellie was swaying ecstatically atop her mother’s face. “Oh, Mom… yes, eat my fucking cunt… God, y-you are gonna make – oh! – m-make me come — oh, JESUS!”

A choked cry broke from Ellie’s throat, the young woman’s head thrown back as the most amazing orgasm came crashing down. She shuddered wildly, breath hissing through her clenched jaw, riding out her pleasure. Anne continued to lick her daughter’s pussy until, with a final gasp of disbelief, Ellie managed to stammer “N-n-no more, Mom…!” Raising herself from Anne’s now-glistening face, she collapsed upon the bed next to her mother.

“Christ,” Ellie panted, “I thought I might never stop coming…” She squirmed around on the bed until she could take her mother in her arms. “Mmm, Mom… that was awesome,” she cooed. “Now, how about a kiss?”

Their mouths met, and Ellie purred with delight as she sampled the taste of her own juices on her mother’s lips. Then she crushed her mouth to Anne’s, eagerly tongue-fucking the older woman.

“Hey, you two… save some for me,” said Sally, now on all fours above the incestuous lovers. She bent down to join in the passionate lip action between her mother and little sister, and then the three women were sharing a steamy three-way kiss. Ellie drew her big sister down to lie with her and Anne in a sweaty tangle of flesh.

“Mmmm… I think someone here needs to get her gun off in a big way,” Ellie giggled, reaching around to cup Sally’s ass. Her fingers delved between her sister’s legs from behind, tracing the sticky slit.

“Oh, God, yes,” Sally moaned, “it’s my turn. C’mon, you guys… make me come.”

Disentangling herself from the girls, Anne sat up. “I think have just what you need, child.” She stood, then padded over to a nearby armoire. The sister stared as their mother bent to open a large drawer, then rooted around inside. “Now, where did I…? Ah, here it is.” Turning to grin at her daughters, Anne held up a very lifelike eight-inch latex cock… one with a leather harness attached.

“Wow,” Sally breathed. “That’s… that’s one wicked looking toy, Mom. You want to use that on me?”

“Only if you can take it, honey,” teased Anne, the flesh-hued prick dangling from her fingers.

“Ohhhh, yeah,” enthused the older daughter. “Definitely. I want to be fucked.”

“Your wish is my command, daughter mine,” Anne replied, fastening the straps around her waist. “Now get on your back.”

Sally positioned herself for her mother’s cock — legs parted, knees up, hands resting lightly on her breasts. She brushed her nipples, making them stiffen.

Anne produced a tube of lubricant, but Ellie stopped her. “You won’t need that, Mom,” she purred, crawling between her big sister’s thighs. “I’ll get her nice and juicy for you.”

And with that, she bent down to swipe at the baby-smooth vulva with her tongue, licking the rosy flesh a few times before moving in to cover Sally’s cunt with her mouth.

“God almighty,” groaned Sally, “that hot little mouth of yours, El… mmmm, feels so goooood…”

Anne watched raptly, stroking the cock that jutted obscenely from her body as she savored the sight of Ellie going down on her big sister… her younger daughter’s mouth making small liquid noises as she feasted on Sally’s pussy. “Don’t finish her off, honey,” she cautioned.

Ellie started, lifting her head. Her lips and chin shone with Sally’s fluids. “Oops! Sorry ’bout that, Mom… almost forgot what I was doing.” She flopped down next to her sister. “Anyhow, she’s ready for you now.”

“Yeah… c’mere, Mom,” Sally cooed.

Anne climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her daughter’s parted thighs. She paused, shaking her head. “I wonder what I would have done if I’d caught you little sluts doing each other, back in the day?”

“Grounded us both for life, probably,” Ellie muttered, but with a wry smile.

“I don’t know, sis,” murmured Sally as she stared up at Anne, transfixed by her mother’s hungry eyes. “I kinda think she might have taken off her clothes and slipped into bed with us.” She placed her hands on Anne’s hips. “How ’bout it, Mom? If you’d seen El and me making love when we were kids, would it have turned you on?” Her fingers grazed the older woman’s belly. “I was about fifteen or so… Ellie was only ten. Would you have touched us, licked our cunts?”

“Shit, that’s wild,” whispered Ellie.

“I don’t know, honey,” Anne moaned, fondling her own breasts. “M-maybe I would have. Right now, I feel capable of… of anything. Christ, look what we’re doing now.” Her eyes narrowed. “Enough chitchat, missy. It’s time for you to take my cock.”

“Mmmm, yeah,” Sally moaned, a shiver rippling through her frame. “Do it, Mom… put it in.”

Taking the latex penis in hand, Anne carefully positioned the tip at the opening of Sally’s vagina, took a deep breath, then pressed forward.

Gasping as the bulbous head of the latex prick slipped inside, Sally slid both hands slid around Anne’s body to grab her mother’s generous ass. “Oh yeah, Mom – all the way in, that’s right, ohhh…” her voice trailing off into a moan as the older woman did exactly that. Sally’s eyes widened as, inch by glorious inch, the full length of cock entered her yielding body until their bellies were pressed together. She gaped in disbelief at her mother, her hips shifting about on the bed as she worked to fully accommodate the size and heft of Anne’s prick. She panted for breath, her thighs quivering uncontrollably. “God, Mom… oh, oh shit, that f-feels – ohhhh!”

“Sweet child,” Anne murmured, her body coming to rest on top of Sally’s. Their noses were nearly touching as she whispered “I adore you…” Then she glanced over at Ellie, giving her youngest daughter a loving smile. “Both of you. My precious girls… I can’t remember the last time I felt so — so alive.” And she kissed Sally, her tongue tracing the young woman’s parted lips.

Sally immediately responded, her tongue darting forth to tangle with Anne’s. She inhaled sharply as her mother’s pelvis drew back, withdrawing the slippery cock until only the tip remained inside… then Anne slowly penetrated her daughter again. Sally rose to meet her mother’s thrust, and their bodies began, slowly at first, to move in unison.

“Yessss!” Sally gasped, “j-just like that. Mmmmm… it’s, it’s perfect. Take me, yeah – anyway you want to, Mom…”

Ellie stared at the incredible spectacle of her own mother and older sister coming together in a hot lesbian fuck. She slid a hand between her thighs, sinking a finger into her pussy.

Anne’s hips started to churn, pumping in and out of her daughter in longer, deeper strokes. “H-h-harder, Mom,” panted Sally, “Don’t hold b-back. Oooooh! I can take it…” Their bellies began to slap together with each thrust, filling the room with the sharp staccato of flesh on flesh.

“I’m fucking you, baby,” moaned Anne, “Jesus, I can’t b-believe I’m doing this — fucking my own daughter, m-making love…”

“Yeahhhh, Mom… do it!” hissed Ellie, now working two fingers in and out of her vagina. With her free hand, she reached to cup Sally’s breast, rolling the nipple between index finger and thumb.

Sally twisted her head to stare dazedly at her baby sister. “C’mere, you,” she growled, “g-gimme a kiss.”

Ellie paused in her masturbation to claim Sally’s mouth, probing it with her tongue. Meanwhile their panting mother toiled up above them… her womanly frame pumping frantically, heavy breasts bobbling as she drove deep into Sally with each forward motion.

Feeling her big sister’s body stiffen slightly, Ellie knew that older girl was about to come. Breaking their kiss, the teen deftly slipped a hand between the two fucking women, seeking and finding Sally’s clit. Grinning wickedly, she lightly pinched the swollen nubbin.

Sally’s body seized up, a massive orgasm smashing into her like a fist… and a startled Ellie quickly covered her big sister’s mouth with the other hand to muffle her cries of ecstasy.

“Mmmmmppfff!” Sally bellowed into Ellie’s palm, the young woman’s face contorted grotesquely as white-hot surges of pleasure rocketed through her twitching frame. Anne continued to plow her daughter with all eight inches, her body glistening with sweat. Then with one final thrust, she froze in mid-motion, the latex cock as deep inside Sally as it could go.

Sally’s muffled cry rose to a choked squeak, every part of her rigid with sexual rapture as her climax topped out, then waned… and with that, she went limp.

Ellie sat back, propping herself up on an elbow to study her sister with a wry smile. “Awesome,” she cooed.

Sally lay dazed, her chest rising and falling with each gulp for breath. Anne bent to kiss her older daughter’s cheek, then carefully extracted the length of her strap-on from Sally’s channel, the head slipping out with a tiny wet sound. Then the forty-six-year-old mother wearily lay down between her girls, Ellie scooting over to make room.

“Jesus,” Anne mumbled, her head sinking into the pillow. “That was… one hell of a workout!”

But Ellie wasn’t really listening to her mother. Instead, her eyes were glued on the cock that still protruded from Anne’s pelvis, shiny with Sally’s vaginal fluids. Licking her lips, the lithe teenager rose to her knees. “Oh, yeah,” she breathed, “I gotta have some of that.” And without another word, she bent down to run her tongue over the toy — licking from the base to the head, which she then sucked into her mouth. “Mmmmm,” she purred, all dreamy-eyed, savoring the sweetness of big sister’s pussy.

Her mother stared, enthralled. “My, that’s a sexy sight…”

Ellie sat up, the rubbery phallus wobbling to and fro as it left her mouth. “Oh, that’s nothing. Watch this!” And she threw a leg over her mother, straddling the shiny cock. Reaching down to take its slippery length in one hand, she opened her cunt with two fingers, placed the tip at the opening and slowly lowered herself until her bottom touched Anne’s belly. The teen groaned ecstatically as she was impaled, taking in every inch of Mommy’s dick.

Anne gaped at her youngest daughter’s boldness, then sighed wistfully. “Well, I guess you aren’t a virgin anymore…”

Breathing heavily, Ellie still managed a giggle. “Well, no… I’m n-not, Mom – ohhhh that feels good! — but I’ve never been with a boy.” She pointed at her sister, who had regained her breath and was watching the hot mother-daughter spectacle. “She took my cherry with her – oooohh! – with her vibrator, after I t-turned eleven.” She wriggled her hips ecstatically. “Jeez, your cock feels amazing, Mom… wish we’d had one of these back then…”

Anne glanced from Ellie to Sally, an appalled expression on her face. “Eleven years old!?” Her mouth twisted, and she shook her head. “Couple of little perverts,” she muttered. Then she laughed. “Listen to me talking… the mom who’s fucking her daughter with a strap-on cock.”

Reaching for her mother’s hands, Ellie placed them on her own breasts. “That’s right, Mommy, that’s right… you’re a pervert too, and ohhhh, oh God I love you for it!” She inhaled sharply, eyes widening as she moved her pelvis in a slow circle, feeling the ribbed penis press against her vaginal wall.

“Me too!” giggled Sally, moving to embrace Anne.

“And I love you both,” moaned the older woman. “This is… it’s the wildest, best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Oh, it’s gonna get even wilder,” panted Ellie as she began to raise and lower herself upon the jutting prick. Anne started to move in tandem with her daughter, but Ellie halted her motion with a shake of her pretty head. “No, no… relax, Mom,” cooed the teen. “You just fucked the holy hell out of Sally… now let me do the work.”

Years of jogging every morning before breakfast had given Ellie strong, supple legs, and now she was flexing them to pump her body up and down, riding her mother, mouth hanging slack as she picked up speed. Her cunt was so wet that the cock made tiny slurping sounds as it plunged in and out, in and out to Ellie’s increasingly frantic thrusts.

While her sister bucked and rocked atop their mother, Sally nuzzled Anne’s ear, both hands moving to cup the woman’s generous breasts. “Sweet Momma,” she whispered, rolling over to gaze down at her.

Anne stared longingly at her oldest child, their noses nearly touching. “Baby…” Her tongue emerged to tease Sally’s lips, then mother and daughter came together in a ravenous soul kiss.

“Oh yeah,” gasped Ellie as she rode her mother’s eight inches, staring down at the back of Sally’s head. “Let m-me see you g-guys kiss… oh God, let me w-watch…”

Without breaking apart, daughter and mother moved to give Ellie what she wanted — Sally shifting back onto her side, Anne following her eldest child’s lead. The two women kissed lewdly, tongues tangling together in a lustful dance intended to fan the flames of the younger sister’s arousal.

It worked and then some. A choked cry exploded from Ellie’s throat, quickly muffled when she clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sounds of her rapture as the seventeen-year-old was consumed by her third and most powerful orgasm of the night.

Anne and Sally fell apart, staring up in awe at Ellie. The teen was now hunched over, gripping a flexing thigh with her free hand as she fucked her mother’s cock with quick, slashing thrusts, panting “Huh! Huh! Huh!” into her palm with each stroke.

Suddenly Ellie’s hips went rigid, cutting off her up-and-down movements in mid-thrust, all eight-inches buried inside her body. The girl uncurled her frame, throwing her head back, face pointed to the ceiling. She was utterly still but for a barely perceptible shiver, more felt than seen.

Then the teen seemed to deflate, slumping forward as she released her held breath in a long, slow exhalation.

Rising to her knees, Sally took hold of her baby sister’s arm, helping a very dazed Ellie dismount from her mother, then laying her down as gently as she was able. She bent to kiss Ellie’s flushed cheek, then turned to Anne as the older woman was unfastening the harness to her strap-on and gingerly removing it.

The jutting cock glistened with the thick honey of womanly passion. Anne examined it with a knowing smile, then turned to Sally. As her eyes met those of her oldest daughter, she took a long, slow lick up the length of the toy, then proffered it to the young woman. “Like to share?”

Grinning, Sally leaned in to swipe at the sticky cock with her tongue; then she and her mother eagerly cleaned every trace of vaginal juices from its surface, pausing occasionally to sample the essence of Ellie’s sex from each other’s lips.

This happy task accomplished, Anne placed the device upon the bed, next to her feet. She and Sally shared a quick kiss, then both women moved to lie down on either side of the damp, flushed Ellie, framing the girl.

“Heeeyyy, Sis,” Sally drawled. “Still in the land of the living, are we?”

“Barely,” the teen mumbled, not bothering to open her eyes. “I think maybe…” and her voice trailed off into a contented yawn before she could finish her sentence, “maybe I exploded!” Pursing her lips in concentration, she wiggled her toes, then fingers. “Nope, I’m still in one piece. One tired, sweaty, smelly piece.”

Anne nuzzled her daughter’s chest. “Well, I think you smell wonderful after sex, sweetheart.” She lightly kissed Ellie’s nipple, then slowly sat up, wrapping both arms around her knees. “Listen, girls,” she murmured, her voice suddenly taking a sober tone, “we need to talk about… about this.”

“Okay,” Sally quietly replied. Ellie nodded in agreement as she slowly raised herself onto one elbow, still breathing deeply.

Anne continued. “I guess the most important question is this.” She took a moment to think, carefully considering her words. “What we did, the three of us… was it a one-time event, or… or will we make love again?” She paused. “Should we?”

The girls’ eyes met and held for a long, sweet while. What each saw in the other’s face was love; a love that went far beyond the blood bond of sisterhood. Sally blushed as Ellie’s hand crept into hers, giving it a small squeeze. Then they turned back to Anne, both smiling.

Sally spoke first, as she usually did. “Mom, the thing is — well, Ellie and I, we’ve been apart for much too long…” She glanced at her sister’s face once again, drinking in the adoration she saw there before shifting back to Anne. “…and we’re going to be lovers again, just like it used to be.” Sally placed a hand upon her mother’s shoulder. “You can be a part of that too, Mom… if you want it.”

“Oh, my,” Anne whispered, suddenly dazed as she caught the meaning of her daughter’s words. “Honey, I don’t know…”

“C’mon, Mom,” Ellie spoke up, “we have to be together.” She leaned in closer, her eyes dancing. “Dad’s not giving you what you need anymore — and you aren’t with anyone else right now, you said so. Why not… be with us?”

Sally allowed her hand to glide up her mother’s neck to touch Anne’s flushed cheek. “You’re still sexy and desirable, Mom… you need a lover. A real lover. That could be us… Ellie and me. Your lovers.”

“It’s perfect!” squealed Ellie in a loud whisper, making the bed shake as she bobbed her head excitedly. “And way romantic, too. Think about it, you guys… all the stuff we could do! We could go out on a date in the minivan, all three of us… then go somewhere private and get totally crazy in the back!” She seized the still-moist strap-on, then brandished it before her mother. “Can I fuck you with this, Mom?”

“Enough, you two!” Anne hissed, and they fell silent. She glared at her daughters for a few seconds, then finally laughed, rolling her eyes. “Christ almighty, the way you girls team up on me… no wonder I always let you get away with murder.”

“Well, Mom,” began Ellie, grinning hugely, “what we want is way nicer than committing homicide…”

“Shush, child, and listen to me,” Anne demanded. “Both of you.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “I adore you two, you know that. What we shared together just now was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had. And I’m… flattered that you want me to be a real lover to you. But I’m not sure that I can be both a mom and a girlfriend.” Both daughters opened their mouths to speak, but Anne held up a hand to silence them. “If you two want to be in a serious relationship, you’ve got my blessing… though I do think that you’ll have to keep it secret. And I’ll make love with either of you — or both of you — whenever you want me… but I think that’s taking things far enough between us for now.” She laughed, running nervous fingers through her hair. “I suppose what I’m saying is… I’d like to keep this little affair of ours casual.”

Sally grinned sheepishly. “Okay, Mom. Guess we shouldn’t get too carried away…”

“Well, I kinda like the idea of having my mom for a girlfriend,” Ellie cooed, “but regular sex works for me, thanks.”

Anne smiled sweetly at her daughters. “But I’m not saying that you shouldn’t, well… romance me. Who knows? I might just fall in love with you both if you try…”

Surprised, the two young women stared at their mother. Ellie broke the silence, shaking her head in what might have been admiration. “Jeez, Mom — you’re weird, but I sure do love you.”

“I love you too, Mom,” added Sally. “And I don’t think you’re so weird — especially compared to Miss Thing here.” She patted her sister’s bottom with a smirk, and Ellie replied by sticking out her tongue.

Anne took a deep breath. “Well, girls… I had a marvelous time sharing my bed with you,” she cooed, the end of her sentence trailing off into a long yawn. She stretched herself luxuriously. “But it is getting late… time to break up this little party, I think.”

“I guess,” Ellie muttered reluctantly. “Wish we could all sleep together, though.”

Anne shook her head. “No, hon. We can’t take even the slightest chance of your father catching us… not if you want to keep this, this thing — I’m not even sure what to call it, what we’re doing. Pure insanity, I’d say. And if Ron found out, it would be a disaster for us all.”

“I know, I know,” the teen sighed, pouting a bit.

“Hey, at least you guys get to fuck next week… and the week after that!” Sally retorted. “Shit, I have to be back on the East Coast first thing Monday morning for that damned teacher’s assistants meeting.”

“Hmmm… I have an interesting idea,” Anne said slowly, a flicker of sudden excitement in her eyes. “Why don’t I tell your father that we three want to have some… some girl time together, and that we’ll be staying at the Chevoor for a couple of nights?”

“Oooooh!” squeaked Ellie. “That’s a killer plan!”

“Not so loud, El!” Sally whispered fiercely before turning to her mother. “God, that’s the swankest hotel in town… won’t Dad be pissed at being left out?”

Anne snorted. “Believe me, having the house all to himself is the kind of vacation Ron dreams of. He can have friends over for an all-night poker game, make a huge pot of that disgusting hobo chili of his and watch porno tapes for hours — the ones he doesn’t think I know he has, by the way.” She giggled. “As for me and my darling daughters… we’ll be stark naked in a luxury suite at the Chevoor, indulging our every wicked whim.”

“Cool! Can we do the spa, Mom? Can we, can we?” Ellie bounced eagerly in place.

“Oh, of course,” Anne replied. “We’ll do it up in style — having meals sent up, ordering bottles of vintage wine…” She saw Ellie’s face light up at that, and laughed. “Yes, honey, you can have some.”

“Get a room with a jacuzzi, Mom,” Sally added. “I’ve always wanted to fool around in one.”

“And we can watch some hot lesbian porn!” Ellie grinned. “I hear they have a huge X-rated movie selection.”

“But mainly,” Anne cooed, “we’ll be making love in every way imaginable. In fact, we’re going to fuck each other silly.” She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, gazing hungrily at her daughters. “Are you two into… anal sex?” The girls both nodded. “Good… I love taking it in the ass, and it’s been ages.” She grimaced. “I never could interest your father… he calls it ‘unnatural’. So — are either of you interested in butt-fucking your mom?”

Ellie’s eyes flashed. “Totally!” she squealed.

“Yeah, I’d be into that,” said Sally. “Um, I like a little back door action myself, so maybe one of you guys could do me that way, too…?”

“Oh, yes… this little trip is definitely happening,” Anne purred. “I’m making the reservations first thing in the morning.”

“God, this is gonna be totally insane,” Ellie enthused. “I can’t wait!”

“Pack light, girls… I plan to keep you both naked for pretty much the entire stay. Bring your sex toys, though, if you have them.” She laughed. “But that’s for tomorrow. Now get to bed, you two. I’m fading fast. First, though,” she added, “one goodnight kiss apiece.”

Eyes sparkling, Ellie moved first, leaning in to crush her mouth to Anne’s, quickly bringing an eager tongue into play. Mother and daughter hummed pleasurably as their kiss deepened; tongues meeting, mingling.

Finally Anne broke the passionate connection. “Down, girl,” she panted, staring at her flushed child. “You’ll get me worked up all over again.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind…” breathed Ellie, reaching up to cup her mother’s breasts.

Anne shook her head, but with an affectionate smile. “Patience, honey… we’ll make love over and over again, I promise you. Every kind of pleasure that women can share. But for now…” She placed a tiny kiss on Ellie’s nose. “Momma needs her beauty sleep, okay?”

“Oh, Mom,” Ellie giggled, allowing herself to topple over onto her back, “come off it. You’re beautiful now.”

Anne laughed. “I love you too, sweetheart.” She shifted her gaze to Sally. “Your turn…”

Sally approached slowly, eyes locked with Anne’s. Kneeling before her, she sought out her parent’s mouth with her own. Unlike Ellie, the older daughter chose a far more tender approach, her lips silky-soft as they lightly brushed those of her mother.

Anne moaned, lips parting just enough for Sally’s tongue to slip between them, the young woman kissing her with a passion that glowed rather than burned. Sally licked a slow, sensuous circle around her mom’s mouth, cupping the older woman’s face in both hands.

They gently parted, eyes opening simultaneously. Sally and her mother stared at one another for several heartbeats, then Anne said “My gracious,” in a faint voice. Glancing from one daughter to the other, she said, “Thank you, girls. You’ve made me happy tonight… happier than I can put into words.” She rose somewhat shakily to her feet. “Help me fix the blankets, will you?”

No words were spoken as the three women straightened the skewed covers, then turned them down for the night. This accomplished, Anne climbed into bed, tugging the blanket up to her shoulders as she settled in. “See you in the morning… we’re having blueberry pancakes.” She pointed at the floor. “Don’t forget your clothes.”

Sally and Ellie quickly gathered up their scattered things, then each bent in turn to kiss her mother’s cheek before padding toward the door. “Good night, Mom… love you,” whispered Sally.

“Love you, Mom. Night-night,” added Ellie as she cautiously opened the door into the hallway and peered out.

“Good night, girls. I love you both.” Anne blew her daughters a kiss, then extended a hand to switch off the table lamp, sending the room into darkness.

Giving their mother one last smile, Sally lifting her hand in a fleeting wave, the sisters tiptoed into the hall, carefully shutting the door behind them. Then Ellie, her clothes clutched in one hand, seized her big sister’s wrist with the other, leading Sally across the long corridor to their old bedroom.

Once inside, Ellie quickly closed the door behind them. “Fuck that icebox that we call a guest room,” she cheerfully announced. “You’re sleeping in my bed tonight!”

Sally laughed. “How can I refuse such a charming offer?”

“You can’t. C’mon — let’s get under the covers.”

The sisters crawled into bed, shifting about as they got comfortable. Finally they lay spooned together, Ellie’s bottom nestled against the warmth of Sally’s mound.

“Jeez, that was amazing!” Ellie suddenly blurted. “God, I still can’t believe it really happened…”

“It did, though,” murmured Sally, resting her chin on her sister’s shoulder.

“We fucked our own mother, Sal,” the younger girl said in an awed tone. “We had sex with Mom.”

“That’s not all that happened, though,” Sally replied. “You and I… we found each other again.” She searched for and found her sister’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “How did it happen, El? How could we have drifted apart like we did?”

“I don’t know, Sal… we just did.”

A heavy sigh. “Five fucking years… just thinking about it makes me want to cry.”

Ellie wriggled around to face her big sister, firmly grasping her arm. “Don’t you dare, Sally Stratton… you’ll have me crying too.”

“I won’t. Anyhow, it doesn’t matter… I’ve got you back, and this time it’s for keeps.” She nuzzled Ellie’s face. “I love you, El.”

“Me too, Sal. So… it’s really true, about you and me — we’re real lovers and, and, and everything?”

“Yeah. Especially everything.”

Ellie propped herself up on one elbow, gazing at her big sister in the moonlight that spilled like milk through the open drapes. “What about Mom? She says she just wants to be, y’know, casual… but do you think we can, m-make her fall in love with us? Cause that seems like — like something I really want to do now.” She thoughtfully nibbled her lip. “Maybe… I’ve felt that way about her for a long time, and just didn’t know.” Lying down again, she reached out for Sally, wrapping her arms around the older girl. “When I think about you, me and Mom being in love for real… jeez, it’s making me tingle all over!”

Sally touched Ellie’s cheek. “I feel that way, too… we can’t push her, though, El. Let’s just make her know how much we want her, how strong our love is… somehow I think we can win her in the end.” She yawned, stretched. “Okay, let’s talk about this later, babe — we need to get some shut-eye. Just ’cause we stayed up late doing the wild thing with Mom doesn’t mean she won’t be rousting us from bed for breakfast at 9:30.”

“Blueberry pancakes, I know. Um, Sally… I know it’s late, but, well… I was kinda hoping that we could, y’know, fuck before we go to sleep…?”

Sally’s eyes opened, and she stared incredulously at her sister. “Damn, girl… you are insatiable.”

Ellie giggled. “Just call me horny, ma’am.”

Sally couldn’t help but grin. “Welllll…” she drawled, “I did get pretty turned on myself, watching you ride Mom like a rodeo cowboy…”

Ellie rolled onto her back. pulling Sally on top of her. “Take me,” she breathed, wrapping her lithe legs around the older girl. “Have your way with me. I wanna be your baby-sister fuck toy.”

Her pulse galloping, Sally felt Ellie’s open cunt rub against her lower belly… and she responded, grinding back against the sticky hot flesh. “Kinky bitch,” she growled, moving her pelvis in tight little circles.

Ellie raised her head to bite at Sally’s ear, making her big sister squeal in surprise. “Don’t analyze me, sis,” she whispered, allowing both sets of fingernails to travel slowly down her lover’s back, “just do me.” Suddenly, a wicked smile flashed upon her face. “Sally… let’s pretend it’s our first time again, and I’m only ten, and I have to let you do whatever you want, but I’m cool with it…”

Before Sally could speak, Ellie uncoiled her body from her sister’s… lying flat on her back beneath the older girl. The feral glint had vanished from the teen’s eyes, and she gazed up in a mixture of wonder and awe at her beloved big sister. “Sal…” she moaned in a soft, little-girl voice. “Oh, Sally, this feels s-so nice… what’re you doing to me?”

The blood seemed to roar through Sally’s veins as she stared down at the transformed Ellie. “Making love to you, El,” she gasped. “Making love.” And, lowering herself onto the slighter body stretched out beneath hers, she claimed the mouth of her baby sister in a fierce, heated kiss.

*****

The original version of “…and I’ll show you mine,” only went as far as the first chapter. After its posting, I received more requests for a sequel than for anything I’d ever written. Not wanting to disappoint my half-dozen or so readers, I began to think about how best to approach such a project.

Turn back the calendar to nearly two years earlier, when Leslita author Kathy-Anne Niemann posted a great story entitled “After Eighteen Years,” about a pair of sisters who were lovers nearly two decades earlier. The story ended on a bit of a cliffhanger, and I immediately emailed Kathy-Anne to beg her for a second chapter. She politely declined, but generously offered to let yours truly pick up the story’s thread.

Anyhow, when I was pondering a sequel to “…and I’ll show you mine,” it occurred to me that my version of Kathy-Anne’s story, with a few appropriate changes, would be ideal for the job. Once again, I emailed her to get permission, which she kindly granted. I ended up packing enough material on both ends of her plot to stretch the thing out to six times its original length, being such a wordy bastard. My fervent thanks to Kathy-Anne, both for her writing and her kindness.

…and I’ll show you mine, Part Two

  • Posted on May 4, 2015 at 11:17 am

By JetBoy

Sally Stratton collapsed into the couch, her younger sister Ellie falling into a nearby chair. Both women sighed contentedly, then Sally reached for the bottle of Cabernet she’d left on the end table. Cautiously extracting the cork with her fingers, she filled a glass with wine, pausing to savor the bouquet before taking her first leisurely sip.

“Hey, can I have some of that?” asked Ellie.

Sally gave her sister a sideways glance. “And you a mere child of seventeen… you just want to get me in trouble for contributing to the delinquency of a minor, don’t you?” She snickered, then ducked a carelessly thrown TV Guide. ”Okay, okay!” Holding up a hand in surrender, she passed the bottle to Ellie. “Here, help yourself. Just don’t tell the parental units. And don’t drink from the bottle, for God’s sake. Be civilized, get a glass.”

“Yeah, yeah,” grumbled Ellie, stomping into the kitchen to seize a glass from the dish rack, then back into the living room to flop down in the chair. “Mom lets me have wine every now and then,” she declared, “that is, if Dad’s not around. Jeez, I’ll be legal in two years anyway.” Grabbing the bottle, she carefully measured out a rather large drink.

“Thirsty, are we?” murmured Sally.

“Up yours,” grinned the teen. “I earned it, with this pair of dishpan hands.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Sally said, raising her glass. “Merry fucking Christmas, Sis.”

Ellie held her own glass up and took a warm gulp. “Merry fucking Christmas. God, I’m glad it’s over. Nearly over,” she added, glancing at the clock above the fireplace.

It was approaching midnight, and they had just dispensed with the last of the dishes from the enormous Christmas dinner. The house had been full of relatives from both sides of the family tree. Arranging and preparing for the event had taken weeks, and Sally had been marshaled into duty minutes after arriving home for winter break by her mother Anne, who had given her eldest daughter a hug, a kiss, and just enough time to shrug out of her overcoat before handing her an apron and pointing toward the kitchen.

The party had ended two hours earlier, but there had been plenty of cleaning up left to do when the last of the guests had said their goodbyes. Their mother Anne had wanted to stay up and help the girls, but Ellie and Sally wouldn’t have it, shooing her upstairs.

Now that the work was over and done with, the sisters relaxed in the living room, listening to a jazz CD. The parents had gone to bed, and the house was blissfully still.

The two sisters sipped their wine, savoring this oasis of calm after the hours of frenzied activity. In fact, what with a grueling week of finals just before her flight home from Dartmouth; then the dozens of party tasks her mother had delegated over the last few days, this felt like the first tranquil moment Sally had enjoyed in ages. She sank a little deeper into the comforting embrace of the couch with a happy sigh.

Ellie was wearing her Christmas sweater, the one her mother had knitted — red, with little green holly leaves above her left breast. She’d paired it with khaki slacks that fit snugly. Sally wore a maroon skirt, which came up to just above her knees and was slit halfway up the left side. She’d worn a semi-sheer blouse, open just enough to show a tantalizing hint of cleavage.

Ellie broke the silence, smiling wistfully as she cupped her wine glass in both hands. “Can I ask you something?” she said. “It’s sort of personal.”

Sally shrugged. “Fire away.”

“Do you ever… think about the things we used to do together?”

Sally arched and eyebrow. “Things…?”

“You know,” Ellie replied. “Don’t pretend. Not now.”

The older sister paused, pondered. “What brought that on?” she finally asked.

Ellie traced the lip of the glass with her finger. “I can’t help but remember those days… especially when you’re here.”

Sally sat quietly for a moment, then slowly nodded. “Yeah… I guess I still think about it. Not as much as I used to, but…” She studied her younger sister. “Ever tell any of your girlfriends about us?”

“No,” Ellie replied. “I never would.”

“Really?” Sally tilted her head, an intrigued expression on her face. “Think they might get all… weird on you?”

“God, no,” snickered Ellie. “My last girlfriend Mandy — you never got to meet her… when she saw that snapshot I have of you in your volleyball uniform, she said you were, and I quote, a ‘hottie’, and told me she would love to take you to bed.” She giggled, then shook her head. “Jeez, if I ever even dropped a hint about the things you and I got up to back in the day, Mandy wouldn’t give me a minute’s peace until I introduced you to her. ” She fell silent, gazing into the embers that still glowed in the fireplace, then glanced up at Sally. “Honestly, I never wanted to tell anyone about you and me. It’s… it’s not for them. Only us.”

“I’ve never told anybody, either,” Sally nodded. “Probably for the same reason…”

Ellie smiled. “I knew you wouldn’t tell. Somehow, I just knew.”

“El,” murmured Sally, setting down her glass. “Have you given some more thought to… you know, coming out to Mom and Dad?”

Sighing heavily, the seventeen-year-old leaned back in her chair, studying her hands. “No,” she shrugged. “I think Mom would be okay with it, but Dad… he’d totally freak.” She glanced over at Sally. “What about you? When’s the last time you went to bed with a girl?”

“Oh… a couple of months ago, actually. Billy, the guy I’m seeing… he understands that I need to explore that side of myself every once in a while.” She grinned. “Of course, he’s bisexual himself, so…”

“No kidding!” Ellie exclaimed. “Is he into, you know, threesomes and all that?”

Sally shook her head. “No… and neither am I. We respect each other’s space that way.”

“Well, you and I never did a threesome, either. Not that we needed anything like that.”

“Guess not… still, it’s weird that the idea never came up. You’d think that we would’ve tried to get at least one of our friends into bed with us.”

I think what we had was perfect as it was. Just you and me.” Ellie hesitated, took another sip of wine, then gazed shyly at her older sister. “You know… for all the girls I’ve been with, I never had a better lover than you, sis.”

“That’s so sweet,” Sally smiled, blushing a bit. “I still have some of those pictures you drew of me. I love the one you did of us making out in the shower.”

Ellie giggled. “God, I’ll never forget that one! You were late getting back from volleyball, I was waiting for you… and feeling so hot and bothered that I thought I’d explode.” She tilted her head, studying her big sister. “We had some good times, didn’t we?”

“Yes… yes, we did. Funny how we’ve never talked about it since then.”

Ellie leaned back, gazing up at the ceiling… thinking about the night, nearly seven years ago, when she and Sally had become more than sisters.

She had been ten, Sally fifteen. They had always been close, much closer than any of their friends were with their siblings. Sally played volleyball, was a star member of the school debate team, extremely outgoing and popular at school. Ellie was shy, though lively and adorable with those who got to know her. She preferred artistic pursuits — drawing, painting, collage, sculpture.

Ellie began to look at her sister in a different way when Sally was just starting high school… and it began on one particular day when she was watching her older sibling play volleyball with her team. Ellie was just beginning to develop a real curiosity about sex and sexuality… and while the game was in progress, she noticed how nice her sister’s bottom looked in her black volleyball shorts, and how gracefully Sally moved on the field.

After that day, she began to think more and more about Sally, studying her big sister as she went through her daily routine… often feeling a kind of tickly sensation in her tummy at the sight of the older girl.

Soon, the ten-year-old began looking for any opportunity to see her big sister naked, or even in her underwear. She would lean against the bathroom door, listening to Sally when she was in the shower, wishing she could see her sister washing herself, confused as to why she felt that way. When Ellie was alone in the house, she would sometimes lie face down on Sally’s bed, savoring the scent of the older girl on the sheets.

She was jealous of Sally’s body, even as she longed for glimpses of it. Her sister had nicely developed breasts for her age and her hips were already assuming a womanly contour, but Ellie was still built like a boy. The single peek Ellie had stolen of her sister’s naked lower half revealed that Sally had a chestnut triangle of pubic hair, while her own sex was still completely bare.

Ellie had not yet realized that she had a crush on her older sister… but she would finally know the truth on that wonderful, magical night when everything changed between them both.

It began when Ellie had wandered into the bedroom she shared with Sally, having just brushed her teeth and changed into the t-shirt she always slept in — only to find Sally on all fours, naked but for a pair of red panties.

Her heart began to race at the sight of her beautiful big sister. Sally’s breasts were perfect, absolutely perfect; and the apple shape of her buttocks was set off beautifully by the skimpy panties.

Unable to think of anything else to say, Ellie had stammered “What’s up?” or something equally foolish.

Sally had glanced back at her, grinned, and replied, “I’m putting on a show for you!” then shook her bottom in a very enticing way.

Ellie had felt hot all over, so excited she could barely draw breath. Sally, doing a strip show for her…? She remembered cheering her sister on, encouraging her to continue.

Well. Sally sheepishly explained that she was really looking for her missing contact lens, and Ellie felt a twinge of disappointment that she tried her best to conceal. But then, instead of covering her nudity, the older girl continued to scan the floor in her undressed state. Even better, Sally began to move her bottom around in an almost sexual manner, as if she really was putting on a show for her baby sister. The vision of that beautiful rump had Ellie quivering inside.

Suddenly Ellie had an idea. A very wicked, very delicious idea that required every ounce of nerve the little girl possessed.

Grasping the waistband of her underpants, she slowly slid them down to just above her knees, then turned her back to her sister, who was still combing through the carpet. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, the ten-year-old squealed, “Check this out, Sally!” then began to dance for her sister, arms and legs churning as she wiggled her bare bottom to an imaginary beat.

Ellie was unsure of how her sister might respond to this lewd display. Would Sally become peeved, or berate her for being childish? She stole quick glances at the half-dressed teen as she continued to grind her hips, thrilled to see that not only was her older sibling not offended, she seemed downright fascinated by Ellie’s partial nudity.

When a surprised Sally asked what she was doing, Ellie squealed, “I’m giving you a show!” And she kept right on dancing.

Seven years later, Ellie savored the memory of her beautiful big sister grinning with delight and clapping; then telling her she was “so cute… sexy, even!”… and the feeling of joy that suffused the little girl at those words.

But then, Sally said something else… something that excited Ellie so much that she felt strangely dizzy.

Sally said, “Okay, my turn.”

The game proceeded quickly from there, the sisters taking turns displaying their bodies for one another in a bold game of striptease, revealing a little more each time until they were both naked.

And when Ellie had removed her panties and lay back to pose on her bed, completely bare and open to Sally’s stare, her older sister had made a move so utterly freaky that it left the child gasping, incapable of thought or speech. Sally had dipped her face between Ellie’s parted legs and kissed her pussy!

It happened so quickly that the act took a few seconds to register, then her big sister was standing at the foot of the bed, blushing as she thumbed the elastic of those red panties, the last stitch of clothing between them — soon to join the rest on the floor.

From there, things could only get even more interesting. Neither of them wanted to stop playing, even when there was nothing left to take off. Sally got on all fours upon her bed, facing away from Ellie, who was kneeling right behind her, and bent down to display her vulva and anus to a trembling younger sister, inviting her to look more closely.

Ellie had stared in wonder at the juicy pink crease of Sally’s sex, framed by soft brown curls. Then there was the darker-hued anal pucker, nestled so enchantingly between her sister’s buttocks. It was the loveliest sight the ten-year-old had ever encountered. She felt herself almost moved to tears, for some reason she didn’t understand.

Then Sally turned to peer over her shoulder at her younger sibling. “Touch me, El,” she whispered. “Touch me there. See how it feels.”

Ellie’s heart smashed against her ribs like a mad, caged thing as she reached out, lightly grazing the moist heat of her sister’s vulva with nervous fingertips; then, surprised by the warmth she found, began to explore the sticky flesh.

That was only the beginning of the sexual delights the sisters would explore that evening. Minutes later, Ellie lay back, thighs splayed apart while Sally kissed and licked at her slit. The ten-year-old mewled and whimpered as her sister’s mouth brought her pleasure such as she never imagined possible.

Afterward they cuddled, exchanging whispered words of love.

It was like a chunk of paradise had fallen from the sky and into Ellie’s hands. She had always adored her big sister, and now Sally told her that they could be girlfriends, too. The ten-year-old was struck nearly speechless with joy, suddenly understanding, deep down inside, just how badly she had wanted this without knowing.

Then Sally invited Ellie to kiss her, saying that it was what girlfriends did, after all. The shy little girl placed a hesitant peck upon her older sister’s lips, but Sally responded with a real kiss, a French kiss. Ellie, who had never even held hands with a boy, nearly swooned at how lovely Sally’s mouth felt on hers. Soon their tongues were engaged in a loving ballet, flickering back and forth as the sisters’ passion grew increasingly heated.

She could have kissed Sally for hours, but then the older girl broke away to show Ellie another way to feel wonderful, sucking at her nipples like a nursing baby would, slipping a hand between her legs to caress the child’s bare slit. Ellie panted helplessly, clutching at her big sister’s back as, once again, Sally made her come.

And as the ten-year-old lay dazed, tingling from head to toe in pleasure’s aftermath, Sally offered Ellie fingers that were sticky with the little girl’s juices. Ellie eagerly sucked them, then shared the flavor with her sister in a kiss.

Having savored and relished the delights of lesbian lovemaking, Ellie was struck by a burning desire to pleasure her big sister in the same way. And she did, first nursing at Sally’s breasts, each in turn; then squirming downward to lie prone between the teenager’s thighs. She was very nervous and a little scared, but determined to do her best to make Sally feel good.

Ellie quickly fell in love with her sister’s pussy — kissing and sucking at the rosy flesh, soft pubes tickling her lips as the thick, warm fluids of Sally’s cunt dripped from her chin, thrilling to the older girl’s moans of rapture. Before she knew it, Sally was bucking crazily on the bed, lost in the sweet release of orgasm.

The girls spent much of the night making love, playing ceaselessly with one another like children with wonderful new toys. Finally the drowsy sisters exchanged one last passionate kiss, then Sally slipped from Ellie’s bed, drawing the sheets over her already dozing baby sister. Climbing into her own bed, Sally soon drifted into a peaceful slumber.

The next morning, Sally was first to waken. She stretched herself luxuriously, then suddenly bolted upright in her bed, eyes wide as memories of her night with Ellie flooded her consciousness. It all came back: the teasing, the undressing, the surprising transition from playing games to making love. She recalled the warmth of her sister’s body, the taste of her sex, her angel-soft mouth.

Heart racing, Sally slowly turned to gaze at the still sleeping ten-year-old, curled up so enticingly in bed. A twinge of desire surged through the teen as she studied Ellie’s form, concealed by a thin blanket — knowing that her baby sister was naked underneath.

Then a discordant note interrupted the melody of Sally’s arousal: would Ellie still feel the same today as she had last night… still mean the loving words she had spoken in the heat of their passion? The fifteen-year-old nibbled thoughtfully at her lower lip. What if Ellie awakened feeling used, even violated? What if she cried? Became enraged?

Determined not to give her sister an opportunity for regret, Sally thrust the covers to one side, rising to her feet. Sweeping her hair back with an impatient gesture, she padded over to stand next to Ellie’s pillow. Bending down, she placed a hand on the child’s shoulder.

“Ellie,” she whispered, “wake up.”

The little girl shifted, breaking into a yawn as her eyes fluttered open. “Whas’sup…?” she mumbled… then Ellie gasped, gaping open-mouthed at her naked sister as remembrances of the night kicked in. “Oh, Sally,” she breathed.

The teen shushed her younger sibling, touching a finger to Ellie’s lips. “Morning, Sis,” she cooed. “Wanna take a shower with me?”

Ellie seemed utterly disoriented by Sally’s request, for the briefest instant. Then she smiled hugely. “Yeah!”

Slipping into robes, the girls tiptoed across the hallway to their bathroom, quickly shedding the terrycloth garments as the door clicked shut behind them.

Sally drew her sister into a loving embrace, cupping Ellie’s bottom as she kissed her. The ten-year-old melted into Sally’s arms, meeting the teen’s exploring tongue with her own.

After a long while they gently parted, sharing a shy smile.

“How do you feel about all this, El?” murmured Sally. “Are you okay with what we did last night?”

“Yeah,” Ellie sighed, her eyes shining with adoration. “It… it seems kinda like a dream to me… the nicest dream ever.” She hugged her big sister close, lightly kissing her neck. “I love you, Sally.”

“I love you too, sugarpop. Now come on — let’s get wet.”

They climbed into the shower cubicle, Sally turning on and adjusting the water. The two sisters took turns soaping and washing one another, pausing often for hot, hungry kisses. Then Sally knelt before her sister, nuzzling a path down her tummy to cover Ellie’s smooth slit with her mouth. Ellie slumped against the yellow-tiled wall, breath hissing through her teeth as Sally licked her to a knee-trembling orgasm.

Once the girl had regained her breath, she got Sally down on all fours, crouching behind her older sister. Parting her buttocks, Ellie began to trail her tongue through Sally’s anal cleft, recalling how wonderful it had felt when she had been licked that way a few hours ago. As she rimmed her sister, Ellie slipped a hand between the teen’s thighs, clumsily fondling her vulva. Soon Sally was panting in amazement, trembling violently as the ten-year-old girl brought her off.

Emerging from the shower, the girls toweled one another dry, then embraced.

“That was… oh, jeez, it was amazing,” Ellie murmured.

“God, it really was,” Sally responded. “You know… I’m probably going to want to do a lot more of that with you.”

Ellie giggled. “Oh… I think I’m okay with that.” She reached up to touch her sister’s face. “Love you, Sal.”

“I love you too, El… and it’s a different kind of love. Better!” She paused, then grinned. “Hey — wanna go on a date with me?”

Ellie gazed quizzically at her big sister. “Um… sure, yeah. Where? When?”

“Tonight, in our room, about nine o’clock,” purred Sally.

“I’ll totally be there!” the ten-year-old squeaked, giggling excitedly. “Should I dress up?”

Sally shook her head. “Just bring your sexy little self.”

With that, they shared an altogether un-sisterly kiss before donning their bathrobes and heading downstairs to the kitchen, where their mother was making breakfast.

From that morning forward, Sally and Ellie were lovers.

They explored their newfound intimacy as often as they were able — and what with sharing a bedroom, they had many opportunities to learn the ways of lesbian love. Sally got an older friend to purchase a vibrator for her, which she used to break Ellie’s hymen not long after her baby sister turned eleven.

Until Sally left to attend college, the intimacy the sisters shared was the most important relationship of their young lives. They both dated and had sex with others, but only occasionally, always returning to one another. It was natural, it was beautiful, it was perfect. The night before Sally left, she and Ellie made love so forcefully that they finally collapsed from exhaustion, their tears mingling in a sorrowful aftermath as they bid each other goodbye.

Sally’s school was nearly a thousand miles away, and she was unable to return home until the very end of her freshman year. Once separated, the sisters drifted into new relationships. Sally began to date boys, though she continued to enjoy sex with females as well. Ellie decided she was gay, and indulged herself with girls whose tastes ranged from bi-curious to openly lesbian — though she was always careful to keep her preference a secret from their sweet but very conservative father.

With the passage of time, their youthful sexual adventures with each other came to seem naive, even childish; and they never picked up the thread of their romance when Sally finally returned from school. There was an awkwardness between them at first that they overcame by maintaining a careful silence about the special, secret loving they’d shared for more than two years. Gradually, with the passage of time, Sally and Ellie were able to resume a normal sisterly relationship.

Now, staring into glasses of wine, Sally and Ellie were speaking of their incestuous lovemaking for the first time since those heady days. They sat together in silence, but suddenly on edge with an unexpected excitement as they listened to the music in the glow of the Christmas tree.

Ellie nibbled nervously at her lip as she studied her sister. Taking a deep breath, she spoke. “I was watching your ass move all night while you were walking around… all I could think about was how much I wanted to touch it.” Her voice faltered, but she soldiered on. “I… I wanted to take you into the basement and feel you up, like we used to do.”

Sally arched an eyebrow. “Wow… you really have been giving this some thought, haven’t you?” Her heart was now throbbing steadily, and there was a restless warmth building between her legs. She shifted in her seat, murmuring, “It’s been a long time…”

“Know what started it? I was looking at that picture of you and me in Mom’s photo album. Remember — the one of us on the beach in California?”

Sally nodded. The photograph was of the girls in their two-piece swim suits, hugging each other and smiling brightly for the camera. Sally’s nipples were prominent, and the line of Ellie’s slit could be perceived through her bikini bottoms.

“If Mom knew what we did in the motel room that night, she’d have fainted,” Ellie said.

“That’s for sure,” Sally said, with a quiet smile.

They sat silently for a long moment, listening to the whispery caress of Miles Davis’ trumpet, sipping at their wine.

“So, El… let me ask you something,” Sally finally said, setting her glass down.

“What?”

She gazed evenly at her sister. “If I was to pull up my skirt and take off my panties… would you come over here and kiss me?”

Her eyes alight, Ellie nodded slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, I would.”

Sally leaned back on the couch and tugged the hem of her skirt above her hips to reveal black panties. These she slowly slid down and off, carelessly dropping them on the floor. She put her arms behind her head, watching, waiting.

Ellie slowly rose, then padded over to where Sally sat on the couch, kneeling before her. The sisters drifted into each other’s arms and, for the first time in five years, shared a kiss.

It was gentle at first, but Ellie quickly brought her tongue into play, tracing Sally’s mouth. The older girl moaned, eagerly parting her lips. Within seconds, they were kissing like ardent lovers, as if they’d never been apart.

Their hands roamed freely over each other’s bodies. Sally’s hands slipped into Ellie’s slacks, squeezing her ass through silky white panties. Ellie clumsily shoved her pants down to her knees, then embraced Sally again.

Sally parted her legs to accommodate her sister, letting Ellie grind lustfully against her mound. The motion and the heat sent waves of pleasure rippling through Sally’s tummy. Ellie unbuttoned her sister’s blouse, then dipped her head to kiss the tops of Sally’s breasts. Sally struggled with Ellie’s sweater, finally tugging it over her head to reveal a sheer red bra, her younger sibling’s nipples easily visible beneath the cups.

Ellie sat up, unbuttoning her pants, then flicked open the clasp of her bra while Sally eased herself up to struggle free of her own. Now bare-breasted, the two sisters came together in a frantic embrace, kissing passionately.

Ellie’s hand found its way between Sally’s thighs, and the older girl parted her legs to admit her sister’s questing fingers. She put her own hand inside Ellie’s panties, closing her eyes as she fondled the warm, secret part of her baby sister that she hadn’t touched in years.

“God, I love you, Sally,” Ellie breathed, as her older sibling worked a finger, then two, inside her.

“I… I love you too, Ellie!”

“Do you like it, Sal — my fingers inside you? Jeez, your pussy is like an oven!”

“Oh, fuck… I didn’t realize how m-much I missed this…”

Their hands worked frantically as the sisters brought their mouths together in a bruising kiss.

When the inevitable climax came, it enveloped both of them at the same time. They shuddered and moaned and clutched at one another, Ellie’s face buried in her sister’s neck.

After the throes of ecstasy passed, they lay quietly, holding each other close and listening to the sounds of their breathing.

And then, another sound. A soft cry of surprise.

Ellie and Sally looked up, both stiffening as they saw their mother Anne, standing in front of the Christmas tree in her nightgown, a look of utter shock on her face.

Sally imagined the tableau, just as Mom must have seen it: her two daughters on the couch, the eldest one with her legs spread as wide as they could go, the youngest with her slacks bunched at her ankles. Both women bare-breasted and their fingers still buried inside one another.

“Uh… hi, Mom,” Ellie said, eventually.

Anne slowly sat down in a nearby chair. “My God,” she gasped, “what are you two doing?”

Sally and Ellie glanced at one another, then slowly turned to face their mother.

Sally smiled weakly. “Um… well, I guess you could say that we’re making love, Mom.” She withdrew her hand from between her sister’s thighs, and Ellie followed suit.

Anne’s gaze drifted down to glance at her daughters’ exposed vulvas. She shook her head, as if to clear it. “How… how long has this been going on between you two?”

The sisters made eye contact again, both thinking the same thing: should we tell her? Ellie shrugged, and Sally turned to Anne again, sighing heavily.

“Well, Mom,” she mumbled, “we first made love, um, seven years ago.”

Anne seemed dazed. “Seven years… Jesus. You were just children then!”

Ellie spoke up. “We just ended up… getting together, Mom. Neither of us planned it. It’s hard to explain how it happened.”

Sally put in, “This is the first time we’ve been together since I left for college. We just wanted to… to be intimate again, for old time’s sake.” She paused. “I’m sorry, Mom.”

Anne gazed evenly at her daughters. “Don’t say you’re sorry,” she said, folding her arms. “You’re only feeling guilty because I caught you.”

Sally slowly nodded her head as she smoothed down her skirt, covering her nakedness. “I… I guess so… but that’s because Ellie and I love each other, Mom. Maybe more than most sisters, but…”

“Well, I’m not sorry about us,” Ellie said firmly. “I feel bad if you’re upset, Mom… but what Sally and I shared together was beautiful. It made us happy.” She wrapped her arms around her big sister. “And being with her again just made me realize how much I’ve missed what we had.”

“All right,” Anne said softly. “I understand.”

Ellie and Sally broke apart, exchanging a look of surprise. “Uh, Mom…” Ellie began, “you… you aren’t going to lecture us? Read us the riot act?” She nibbled at her thumbnail. “God, I can’t believe I’m asking you this, but, well, aren’t you upset? You just caught me and Sally fucking, for God’s sake!”

Anne sighed, then smiled wryly. “You two aren’t the only girls in the world who’ve been to bed with other women, you know.”

The sisters exchanged an even more astonished glance, then turned back to their mother. “Mom…” Sally began, hesitated, then began again. “Mom, are you telling us that… that you’ve had sex with women?”

Anne nodded. “Yes… many times.”

Ellie and Sally waited for their mother to continue, but she said nothing. Sally leaned forward, hands on her knees, while Ellie sat back, pants still around her ankles.

Finally Ellie spoke, a hint of impatience in her voice. “When, Mom?”

“The first time was back in college,” Anne began. “It was a girls’ school, after all. You’d be surprised how many of the women there were willing to experiment, even in those days.” She gazed wistfully into space. “I shared a room with a girl named Sophie… she and I were lovers for nearly two years.”

“So what happened?” Ellie asked.

Anne shrugged. “Oh, your father and I began to date… and he got me pregnant. So he and I got married, and I dropped out of college. I saw Sophie a time or two after that, but we never made love again.”

“Um… were there others?” Sally asked.

Anne gazed pointedly at her daughters. “What I’m going to tell you stays in this room, agreed?” Ellie and Sally nodded eagerly, and Anne continued. “Yes, there were others. Your dad is a good man, and he takes care of us… but I’ve never really been in love with him.” She paused. “I’d never cheat on Ron with another man, but I couldn’t give up women. I’ve had several affairs since we’ve been married.”

“Wow,” Ellie whispered. “Does Dad know?”

“No,” Anne said softly. She sighed. “Anyhow, I guess that’s why I’m not angry at you two for… what you’re doing. If it makes you happy, then don’t deny yourself.” Smiling, she added, “I have to say… you two are beautiful together.”

Sally glanced at her sister… and saw something in Ellie’s eyes that made her heartbeat quicken. Something about a conversation they had shared while lying naked in bed together, years ago. A certain conversation about how sexy their mother still was…

Turning back to Anne, Sally spoke, carefully measuring her words. “So, Mom… how long has it been since you’ve made love to a woman?”

Anne stared down at her hands. “A few years. There hasn’t really been anyone who I could be with that I know of, since my last lover moved to Toronto… and I would feel, oh, totally awkward going into a lesbian bar and hooking up with a stranger. I’m just too old for that.”

“Too old? Mom, you’re only forty-six… you’re still totally desirable!”

“Thank you, honey. I suppose I should get out there and try to find someone… seeing you girls together only reminds me of how much I’ve missed it.” She rose from the chair. “Well, I think I’d better go back to bed, and give you two some privacy. Just keep the noise down, all right?”

Once more the sisters made eye contact — and they both smiled. Ellie nodded to Sally as if to say, go ahead.

Heart racing, Sally pushed herself up from the couch with trembling hands and moved to where her mother stood.

“You know, Mom,” she murmured, “if you really want to make love to a woman again… all you have to do is stay down here with us.” She kissed her mother’s mouth, then drew back to smile lovingly at a gaping Anne. “Ellie and I would love to be with you.”

Anne looked over to where her other daughter stood, only to gasp as she saw Ellie step out of her pants and underwear, then move in to join her mother and sister, nude from the waist down.

“I d-don’t know about this, girls…” Anne stammered… but she made no move to leave, or even break away from her daughters.

“C’mon, Mommy,” Ellie cooed, “join us.” She wrapped her arms around Anne, leaning in to kiss her mother’s neck.

“We… we can’t do this,” Anne gasped. “I — I’m your mother, for God’s sake.”

“Well, Ellie is my sister,” Sally purred, pausing to lick around the edge of Anne’s ear. “And you just told us how beautiful we were together.” She reached around to fondle her mother’s shapely ass. “Just think how much more beautiful the three of us would be in bed.”

“Doesn’t that sound hot, Mom?” Ellie added. “It sure does to me…”

“A mother and her daughters,” whispered Sally, brushing Anne’s breasts with her fingertips, “making love. Sharing their bodies. Getting closer than most parents ever are with their children.”

“I… I’m not s-sure about this,” Anne whimpered, her resistance clearly giving way.

Sally slipped her hand through the folds of her mother’s nightgown, then inside the elastic waistband of Anne’s panties. The older woman gasped as her oldest daughter slid a finger into her cunt… then another.

“You can’t say that you aren’t excited, Mom,” Sally purred, “not when you’re this wet.” She swirled her fingers around inside her mother’s vagina… then withdrew her hand, bringing it to her mouth. Anne stared as her daughter first licked once at her glistening fingers, then smeared her lips with the wetness that coated them.

Turning to Ellie, Sally cooed, “Want a taste of Mom’s pussy, Sis?”

Nodding, Ellie leaned in to kiss Sally, licking her way around her older sister’s mouth.

“My God,” Anne whispered. “You two are so fucking sexy…”

Then Ellie turned to Anne, reaching for her hand. Before the older woman had time to think, Ellie had tucked it between her legs, pressing her mother’s fingers against her exposed pussy.

“Feel that, Mommy,” she whispered, “how wet I am. That’s how you make me… the thought of making love to you.”

“Oh, my,” Anne whispered, trembling from head to toe. “My girls… my wonderful girls… I shouldn’t, but I want you b-both so much.” She leaned in to Ellie, taking her daughter’s mouth in a kiss.

Surprising the teen, Anne brought her tongue into play first, Frenching Ellie so passionately that the half-naked young woman moaned into her mother’s mouth. She quickly responded, her own tongue emerging to engage Anne’s.

Sally, meanwhile, began to unfasten the buttons of her mother’s nightgown, opening the front to bare Anne’s breasts. She paused to admire them — full and creamy, with only a hint of sag. Heart racing, she dipped her head to take a nipple into her mouth.

“Oh, God,” Anne gasped, breaking away. “G-girls… let’s not do this here. Let’s go up to my room and get comfortable.” Still breathing heavily, she gave her daughters a bad-girl smile. “I think my bed is big enough for three.”

The three women paused to straighten themselves, the girls quickly slipping back into their clothes. Then Anne reached out to take a hand from each daughter. “Come,” she murmured. “Do not wake your father.”

Hand in hand they climbed the stairs, then tiptoed together down the hallway, finally entering Anne’s bedroom.

Continue on to Part Three