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My Forbidden Fantasy

  • Posted on May 29, 2018 at 10:44 am

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Another lost prize from my story files, offered here for your dining and dancing pleasure. I contributed considerably to this version, and will explain how and why after the story’s end. May it bring you true erotic satisfaction.

*****

“Ohhh… oh BABY, oh sweetie, yessss… Oh, lick Mommy, eat Mommy’s pussy…” She grabbed my face and ground it hard into her thick pubes. My heart swelled with love for this magnificent woman, twenty years my senior. Her pussy was hot and juicy, coating my face as I fucked her with an erect tongue, brushing her clit with my fingers. She answered with staccato gasps timed to each stroke.

I cupped my hands under her ass and pressed my face into her opening. She urged me on, panting out words of love for me, her adoring daughter. I flicked her clitoris with my tongue, her body shuddering with each flick. I was possessed. The act of going down on my own mother made me positively feral.

She finally let herself go — and her orgasm came crashing down without mercy. She yelped and gasped and kept urging me on. “Oh God. Oh GOD! Ohhhh yes! Oh my sweet angel, Mommy’s c-coming…” I ate her without pause until she finally stopped me with a squeeze of my shoulder.

As I raised my face from her cunt I saw my mother caressing her breasts, a dreamy look on her face. I crawled into her arms and kissed her mouth hungrily, my tongue darting between her lips. She returned my kiss with a passion that had my head spinning.

Then suddenly, she rolled me over onto my back, the length of her naked body pressed to mine. I squealed in delight as she ground her hips against me, and I began to thrust back against her. Her mouth claimed mine, and I simply submitted, letting Mom take me.

“Mmmm… I love the taste of my pussy on your face…” she cooed sweetly as our lips slid together, and she paused to lick around my gasping mouth. I sighed, every millimeter of me on fire. She moved down to my breast and sucked the throbbing tip into her mouth, her tongue raking my nipple and sending electric shocks through me, right down to my toes. Mom’s hand had found my pussy, and her fingers were teasing my clit.

She slid downward, tonguing my belly, then spread my legs forcibly, opening my sex to her hungry gaze. I could feel the warmth of her breath stirring my pubes as she moved closer, savoring the scent of my excitement. “Oh, honey,” she whispered, “you smell simply divine… I can’t wait to taste you.”

“Please, Momma,” I whimpered. “Please… lick my pussy.”

She pressed a loving kiss into my wetness, making me cry out loud… and when her tongue emerged to slide from my anus to the tip of my clit in one slow lick; well, I almost fainted on the spot. I was consumed, simply possessed by the idea of my own mother going down on me. Her golden-wheat hair brushed my inner thighs, and I entwined my fingers in it, sighing, “oh, Mom…”

She licked me harder, the tip of her tongue worming its way into my cunt. Soon she was fucking me with her mouth, and I heard a wailing sound fill the room that took me a few seconds to recognize as my own voice.

Then she was sucking my clit, two fingers replacing her tongue in my vagina… and I simply exploded, right then, my entire body seizing up as the mother of all orgasms hit like a ton of bricks. Waves of convulsive pleasure buffeted me, each more powerful than the one before. Finally, my climax began to recede; and she brought me down gently, nuzzling my pussy with soft kisses. With a long sigh, I relaxed into the tangled sheets.

After I’d caught my breath again, I rose with effort into a sitting position, and she drew me into her arms and held me lovingly. I smiled contentedly, at peace with the world.

“You’re an incredible lover, sweetheart,” she murmured.

“That was… amazing,” I breathed. It was, too — as if a quart of plasma had just been fucked out of me.

My goddess rose from the bed, then padded naked into the bathroom to clean up. “Have you always gone by the name Rebecca?” she asked over the running faucet.

I said “Yes,” suddenly feeling slightly deflated.

*****

I’d better explain. In a move that was totally out of character for me, I’d answered an ad in a local sex weekly from a woman — an awesome, vivacious 40-year-old bundle of sex, as it turned out — offering to help other women realize their wildest lesbian fantasies. As soon as that ad came into my line of vision, I knew I had to contact her and live out the forbidden desire I had been living with ever since I figured out I was gay.

With trembling fingers, I typed out an email to this woman, letting her know what I wanted from her — to make love to me while pretending to be my mother.

Ever since my first awkward but wonderful night of sex with my friend Jill at sixteen, I’d been in love with Mom. Actually, I’d been in love with her much longer than that… it just took my introduction to lesbian sex to help me see the obvious.

I’d always craved physical closeness with my mother, even as a little girl. Mom used to joke about how much I loved her kisses and hugs, and I crept into her bed to sleep next to her warm, sweet-smelling body as often as I could get away with it.

Once I was aware of my sexual attraction to Mom, I was paralyzed with guilt. Ultimately, time helped me adjust to my desires, and I more or less resigned myself to the cold, hard fact that the love of my life would never know my true feelings, settling instead for my mother taking on the starring role in more than a few of my hottest masturbation fantasies.

So when I stumbled on Toni’s advertisement in the local gay weekly, I immediately saw it as a chance to act out my fantasy without fear — something I’d never had the nerve to try with one of my lovers.

We’d met at Starbucks and had then driven back to the apartment in my car, just so I could be treated to the most amazing roleplay ever. Toni’s face and hair were not at all like Mom’s, but her luscious, full-figured body was very similar to hers. And she quizzed me as we drove about how Mom spoke, the kind of things she might say, the inflection of her voice. Toni had worked as an actress, and took her role seriously.

She’d stepped into the Mom part as we got back to my place. I wasn’t ready to pretend that my mother and I were making love for the first time, so she played it like we were already lovers, and she was coming over for an afternoon of hot incestuous fucking. As soon as the door of my apartment closed behind us, Toni was kissing me, whispering “Oh, Rebecca… I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

So we made love, my “mother,” and me… and it had been wonderful. Now the game was over, Toni washing herself at the sink, with me feeling a bit wistful as she asked about my name. I guess that I hadn’t been quite ready to let go of the fantasy just yet.

Then she asked, “Is your last name Banks?”

My brow furrowed. She must have seen something with my name on it somewhere in the apartment. “That’s right.”

She said “Hmmm,” in that way people do when they think something is interesting.

I went into the bathroom with her as she washed her face. “Why do you ask?”

She turned to me with a gentle smile and said, “Honey, you might be shocked to hear this, but… I know your mother.”

I’m sure that my eyes were wide as saucers. I just stared at Toni, unable to think of a single coherent word.

My make-believe mom explained that she’d known my real mother Ellen for more than twenty-five years… pretty much ever since we moved to the area. I wondered aloud why I’d never met her before, and she told me that we had, but it was when I was a little girl. Turns out that she’d babysat for me a few times when Mom had doctor’s appointments or other errands. I didn’t remember, though, even with that to prompt me. When I was seven, we moved into a bigger house a few miles away… and she and my mom had fallen out of touch.

I didn’t really know what to make of any of this — was it sexy or disturbing that I’d just had wild lesbian sex with my old babysitter?

I didn’t have time to dwell on that, though, because the next thing Toni said was, “So, Rebecca… have you ever tried to make love to your mother? I mean, for real?”

I know I probably turned beet red, and I was thinking that, no more that ten minutes ago, I’d been in the throes of an orgasm the likes of which I’d never even thought possible… and now the lover who’d made it happen was going to ruin it by getting all real life on me.

She could see I was upset, and knelt beside me, reaching out to stroke my face. In spite of myself, I looked longingly at her now bra-clad breasts.

“Rebecca, baby, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” she assured me. “Let’s just say that the ad you responded to wasn’t the first I’d placed. I’ve done this before.” She rose, and continued dressing. “You’d be amazed at how many women have the kind of fantasies you do.”

I took a moment to digest that as she continued. “I’ve helped out several young women who wanted to make love to their mothers, just like you. I’ve been with an older woman whose fantasy was to fuck her daughter. And I’ve even had a couple of clients who wanted to have sex with their sisters.” She fastened her skirt around her waist — one I asked her to wear, because it was like one my mother would have worn. Now dressed, she sat down next to me, placing a hand on my thigh. “The wildest fantasy I ever participated in was for a young woman who wanted me to be her mother. She had me smack her around, then put on a strap-on cock and rape her.”

“Jesus,” I breathed, “that sounds kinda… sick.”

“Maybe so,” she replied, rising and reaching for her coat. “But I’ve seldom seen a woman come like she did.” She smiled, fastening the buttons. “I love doing this,” she murmured, checking her hair in the bathroom mirror. “I’m 40 years old. Everything you’ve heard about how hard it is for older women to get lucky is true.” She flashed a wicked smile. “But tell women half your age you’re willing to play Mommy for them…” She paused, nibbling her lip thoughtfully, then said, “I suspect that lesbian incest is much more common among women than most people believe.”

“Do you actually know a mother and daughter who’ve made love?” I ask her quietly.

Toni stared at me for a moment. “Yes… I do,” she finally murmured.

Oh, God. The very thought of it set off a ripple of desire that snaked through me. “Um… who is it?” I asked.

She smiled. “I have a daughter of my own, you know,” she said, a mysterious gleam in her eyes. “She’s older than you by about five years. I don’t think you ever met her.” I shook my head. Of course, I didn’t remember meeting Toni either…

“Ever do anything with her?” I asked, bluntly.

She looked me in the eye, considered my question. “As a matter of fact,” she said softly, “Paige was married for a few months, and after it ended she decided she liked women. It was a little more involved than that, of course. To this day I don’t know if her marriage ended because she decided she was gay… or if she decided she was gay because her marriage didn’t work out. The problem was that my Paige was very shy, and couldn’t bring herself to come on to another woman. She was having a terrible time. We had a long talk about it, and finally, I offered to… help her explore her new feelings in a safe way.”

I’m sure that my mouth was hanging open, but she plowed ahead. “It started out sort of… clinical. This is how you should caress a woman. This is how you should kiss. This is what you should and shouldn’t do to her breasts. After a few hours, though, we realized we weren’t having a how-to talk anymore — we were really making love.” She winked at me.

I was tingling from head to toe. Having sex with Toni was unbelievably hot, because I was imagining the whole time she was my mother. I had never quite gotten around to imagining that she was having sex with her daughter. Now I was shifting around on the bed, my body on fire all over again.

“Do you still…” I’m not sure I could have finished the thought using the English language, so I was grateful she replied right away.

“Yes… we are still lovers,” she explained. “In fact, sometimes she works with me… doing what I do for other women.”

Really?” I gasped.

“Mmm-hmm,” she replied. “But not just for anyone. Paige only joins me for my special clients.”

My throat was dry, my heart racing. “Am… I a s-special client?” I managed to get out.

Toni padded over to me, bent down and kissed my mouth, her tongue darting between my lips for an instant. “You are special, babe,” she whispered, “and I’ll be in touch.”

Well, if possible I was leaving a sizzling hot lovemaking session with this gorgeous creature even hornier than when I started, but it was time for both of us to get back to work. At the door we kissed tenderly; then, cupping my face in her hands, Toni eyed me reassuringly.

“I would never do anything that would damage a family,” she insisted. “But your dad’s not around anymore and… I think there’s a lot more to your mother than you know.” She paused, measuring her words carefully, then softly said, “Ellen is a wonderful woman… and she’s incredibly lucky to have a daughter like you.” She gave me a quick kiss, and was gone.

*****

Toni had given me a lot to think about. For a week I masturbated myself morning, night and sometimes noon… thinking about her thrashing beneath me and urging me to, “make Mommy come.” Or remembering her eating me out. Or imagining Toni fucking her daughter Paige.

I found myself wondering what Paige looked like. I pictured… me, I guess, only a bit older. I imagined her gasping in ecstasy, clutching the sheets, consumed by thoughts of how wrong it was to have her mother lapping at her cunt, but growling with newfound, forbidden lust, in love with the incest she was enjoying. Then I imagined myself in her place, only with my own mother going down on me… and then I’d be fingering my pussy yet again.

I saw my mother once during that week, the following Wednesday… and fortunately at a time when I was preoccupied with thoughts other than my roleplay mom. When she told me excitedly that she had a date on Friday with some old flame she hadn’t seen in years, I told her that was great and made her promise to have a good time. When I asked her who the lucky guy was, she got all coy… telling me she didn’t want to “jinx” the evening by talking about it ahead of time. Then I hugged her briefly (taking a moment to savor the sweet scent of her skin) and left, trembling inside.

I had done it: I had faced my mom without giving away my desire for her. Despite Toni’s suggestion as she left my apartment, I was nowhere near having the courage to tell Mom how I felt. The very idea terrified me. What if she freaked out? She might never be able to feel comfortable around me ever again! There was no way I could take a chance on that.

It was Saturday night when I heard from Toni again, wondering if I could come right over to see her. I immediately agreed, desperate to make love to her again. I quickly fixed myself up, hopped in the car, and parked outside her apartment building around 8:30.

Before I could ring Toni’s apartment to have her open the door for me I heard her voice on the intercom, whispering, “come on up!” And she buzzed me in, and I made my way to her fourth floor apartment. How sweet — she’d been looking out the window, waiting for me.

The door was slightly ajar as I approached, and before I could knock she slipped out and whispered “Hi,” giving me a quick but very intense kiss, reaching down to fondle my ass. I must have looked pretty confused, because she grinned, then softly said, “Come on in. But be very quiet…”

“Do you have a roommate?” I whispered, trying to work out to myself what we needed to be so quiet about. She gestured for me to take my shoes off… I did, and we padded together down the hall. Now I could hear moaning. A woman’s voice. No, two women. What the hell was happening here?

Turning her head to me, she raised her eyebrow conspiratorially and glanced through the open bedroom door, then gestured for me to come and look. I craned my head around the entrance, and…

Two women were in the dimly lit room, naked on the bed, fondling each other’s pussies, kissing hungrily and moaning in between kisses. The older one, with her back to me, drew the younger one’s hand up from her slit to her mouth and sucked her fingers with a guttural moan. The younger woman’s eyes narrowed and she cooed happily — then she saw us, and I swear, she smiled.

I was shocked, but didn’t move. The younger woman began caressing the older woman’s back and shoulders and the older woman kissed and nibbled at the young woman’s neck. This was weird, but an incredible turn-on. I felt safe; if the younger woman knew we were here watching, I figured we weren’t invading anybody’s privacy.

The younger woman maneuvered the older one on top of her, their mouths locked together, and they began to grind their mounds together, just like they were fucking. The younger woman kneaded the older woman’s ass and she, eyes shut and mouth agape, threw her head back and cried out softly… and THAT was when I recognized my mom.

If Toni hadn’t gripped me just then, I might have gasped out loud.

The younger woman wriggled beneath my mother and guided her toward the headboard of the bed, sliding her face toward my mom’s pussy, which was lush and untrimmed. I watched in disbelief as the girl extended her tongue to take that first long lick at Mom’s cunt, then pressed her face between my mother’s thighs. I could hear soft, liquid sounds as the young woman began to pleasure Mom for real. Mom gripped the headboard, thrusting her hips into the younger woman’s face, her breasts jiggling.

“OH–” my mom cried. “Oh… Rebecca, baby…”

My heart was in my throat. I felt hot and cold at the same time. I briefly thought that maybe I should foreclose any other possibilities and ask Toni whether the younger woman, who by now I realized must be her daughter Paige, was named Rebecca too, but from the wry smile on Toni’s face, I knew that she wasn’t.

My mom was roleplaying, living a fantasy of sex with her daughter. Me.

My body seethed with hunger. My nipples throbbed, my cunt was a river.

Mom rode Paige’s face to a torrential orgasm, gasping my name, calling Paige — me? –her “baby doll.” I was trembling from head to toe, torn between wanting to flee and a desire to run over to the shaking bed, grab my mother and thrust my tongue into her mouth.

Toni laid a hand on my shoulder and tried to draw me away from the lovemaking. I looked at her desperately, but I relented and padded with her down the hall in a daze, all the while looking back and hearing my mother cry my name in the throes of her orgasm.

Toni took both my shoulders and looked me square in the face. “Don’t be angry because I’m springing this on you all of a sudden,” she said quietly.

I blinked. Did she think I was upset about something?

She continued. “When I realized who you were the other day and what you wanted from your mom… well, I wanted to help you make your fantasy come true.” She squeezed my hand. “You see, your mother and I were more than just friends, back when you were a little girl… we were also lovers.”

I could only stare, my head in a whirl as Toni continued. “Your mother had never been with a woman until she met me. We were both married, but I knew I was bisexual… and Ellen and I ended up becoming intimate. We had an affair that lasted about five years. Then I got divorced and moved to Chicago.” She shrugged. “I realized that I was really a lesbian, and I wanted to leave my life behind and start over. So… I asked her to leave your father, and come live with me.”

“W-what did she say?” I whispered.

Toni smiled sadly. “She wouldn’t do it,” she murmured. “She still cared for him… and even if she’d wanted a divorce, your father would never have let you go with her.” She sighed. “Jim was a good man, and I guess he didn’t deserve to get screwed like that by Ellen and me anyhow. I just wanted her for myself.” She shook her head thoughtfully. “We kept in touch, anyhow… for a few years. Then when Paige and I moved back a year ago, I called your mother, and we went out for coffee a time or two.”

“Did you two…” I began.

She shook her head. “No… Jim was still alive, and I was involved pretty intensely with my daughter at that time. We decided to just be friends. Then your dad had his car accident.” She sighed. “I don’t know if you know this, but Ellen has only been with other women since he died.”

I gasped. I’d not had an inkling of any of this! “Was one of them you?” I asked.

“Not quite,” Toni answered. “I wasn’t really looking for a romantic relationship outside my, um, fantasy work, and what I had with Paige.” She smiled. “No… what changed everything was you, honey.”

“Me?” I asked, puzzled.

Toni nodded. “Maybe it was, well, meddlesome of me… but I really liked you a lot, Rebecca. And what your mom and I once had was very special.” She smiled. “I wanted to see if it was possible, somehow, to make your fantasy about Ellen come true.”

She paused, listening for a bit to the sounds of lesbian sex, still drifting from down the hall. “So I called your mother a few nights ago and asked her out to dinner… with the possibility of, well, ‘anything goes’ for afterward.” She paused. “That was last night.”

My hand flew to my mouth. So that was the hot date Mom had been so thrilled about!

“We had a wonderful time at dinner, Ellen and I,” continued Toni, “and yes, before you ask, we did go to bed together.” She smiled. “Your mother is still an incredibly hot fuck.”

I needed answers. “So what about… them?” I shot back, pointing down the hall to where my mother and Toni’s daughter were still getting each other off.

“I’m getting to that,” the older woman replied. “You see, after she and I made love, I told your mother everything about my daughter… and I asked her if she would like to have us both together.” Toni paused, then grinned wickedly. “Ellen loved the idea.”

“Wow,” I breathed. God, Mom was every bit as big a lesbian slut as I was…

“So the three of us met for dinner tonight,” Toni went on, “and your mother got acquainted with my Paige.” She glanced down the hallway toward the bedroom, where the action was still going strong. “My daughter told Ellen all about how she and I had become lovers, and how much she enjoyed sex with me. So… we were about to leave the restaurant for here, when Paige told your mother about something she had always wanted to try… a fantasy she wanted to play at with a sexy older woman.” She paused, a wicked glint in her eyes. “My daughter and I worked all this out before we met your mother last night.”

“So… what was it?” I demanded, my entire body on edge. “W-what was the… fantasy?”

Toni smiled, like the cat that had got the cream. “Paige told your mother that she had wanted for a long time to make love to an older woman, and pretend to be the woman’s own daughter… then she asked your mom if she was willing to indulge her little game.” She arched an eyebrow. “She wanted Ellen to pretend, too… and call her by your name while they fucked.”

“What did Mom say?” I whispered in disbelief.

“Let me put it this way, Rebecca,” Toni murmured, drawing me close to her, “I’ve never seen a lover get so turned on so quickly.” She nodded smugly. “Your mom was totally into the idea. So I gave them some privacy… so they could make love, one-on-one, just a  mother and her daughter — and I called you.”

I shivered, suddenly more aroused than I could ever remember being. I heard panting and a gentle creaking of bed springs from the other room that suggested there had been a break in the action.

Toni heard it too, and said, “When I found out last week how you felt about her, Rebecca… I had to try to arrange for you both to be together. I hope you don’t think I was being too manipulative. I just want to make you and Ellen happy.”

She seemed concerned that I was going to flip out… but I smiled reassuringly and kissed her. I didn’t allow the kiss to linger, though. I had somewhere else to be.

Lacking an etiquette book for something like this, Toni chose to improvise; going into the guest bedroom alone to talk to Paige and my mother.

There was conversation I couldn’t make out, awkward silences I knew were filled by my mom, blushing furiously, trying to come to grips with what Toni and Paige were telling her. After a few minutes, Toni called me in. My heart nearly pounding its way out of my chest, I entered the bedroom.

My mother did look a little frightened, her arms folded over her breasts, her pussy concealed by a bed sheet. But oh, God in heaven, she was lovely. I drank the sight of her in, my naked, beautiful mother, the woman I loved better than any other. Her eyes widened as she saw the look of wanton lust on my face.

Paige had longer, darker hair, a rounder face… but with the lights off, I bet my mother could easily have imagined it was me. I shivered at the thought.

It was Toni who began to undress me, slowly removing one article of clothing at a time, unveiling my body for Mom to see. I was completely relaxed, letting her remove everything till I was standing naked in front of my mother. The whole room smelled of cunt; my mother’s cunt. My heart continued to pound.

Then my mother rose, showing herself to me naked for the first time, her pubic hair thick and lush… her succulent breasts, nipples stiff with anticipation, and a look of wonder and love mixed with the tiniest bit of fear. I thought I knew what she felt at that moment — as if this were a beautiful dream that could evaporate into thin air.

She stood before me, breathing deeply. I reached up and stroked her cheek, then brought my face in to hers… and we kissed, my mother and I, gently at first, our lust just starting to smolder. Our kiss quickly became hot and passionate, and I melted into her arms.

I don’t remember positioning myself on my back on the bed. But as my thoughts dissolved as my mother, naked, sweaty, smelling of sex and primal desire, hovered over me. I pulled her down, her bare body fitting perfectly into mine, and our mouths met again.

We were kissing like lovers, frantically grinding our bodies together, and I felt a… completeness I never had before. As if I’d finally found the other half of myself.

My hands touched her everywhere they could reach, finally clutching the cheeks of her ass, and she ground into me, rubbing her thigh against my cunt. I did the same for Mom, feeling her wetness against my leg as I churned my hips against hers.

“Rebecca,” she whispered, almost blissfully.

“Mom,” I replied, breathless. “Oooohhh, MOM….”

I heard Toni undress as I stared dreamily at my mother, who whispered her love and lust for me, her babydoll, and I moaned words of adoration to my mommy, to Mom… I was drunk with pleasure, high on fucking, and intoxicated by the sweet, sweet joy of incest.

Paige sat on the bed next to us, her feet on the floor, and I saw Toni lower her head between her daughter’s thighs… and though I couldn’t see it, I knew she was lapping at her own daughter’s pussy. Paige’s head flew back and she cried out, clutching Toni’s face to her sex.

Then my mother was sliding down me, moving toward my dripping cunt, She knelt before me, and I closed my eyes, my whole body as taut as an archer’s bow as I awaited the touch of her lips… the fantasy I had carried with me for years, finally coming true.

When I felt my mother’s mouth cover my sex, I cried out so loudly that Paige, still holding her own mom’s face between her legs, glanced over at me… then she gave me a sweet smile just before her eyes rolled back in her head and my mother’s tongue was sliding up and down my throbbing cunt. Then suddenly her lips were sucking at my clitoris, and a scream exploded from me and I came and came and came but I never came down.

Except I did, of course… panting, bathed in sweat, and my mother crawled back up toward me and I pulled her body on top of mine and we kissed again, her mouth wet and sticky from my cunt. I licked all around her lips, savoring my own juices, my lust for Mom still snarling and uncoiling inside me.

I wanted to ravage her, devour her, take her for my own. I told her so, and she only smiled.

“Do it,” she breathed. “Take me… make me your bitch.”

Toni was on her back now, and she and Paige were tangled in their own mother-daughter embrace. Crowded as it was, I managed to roll us both over, pinning my mother onto her back beneath me.

“Rebecca,” she whimpered. “Oh, darling Rebecca…” I pressed my face into her breasts, breathing deeply of the scent of Mom’s naked body just before I took a fat nipple between my lips to suckle. She moaned, cradling my face to her, as if she were nursing me. I was no longer her baby, though… I was her lover.

I could have pleasured my mother’s breasts forever… but I couldn’t, actually, because Mom’s pussy was hot and juicy and I needed to be down there, between her thighs.

Paige and I seemed to move almost as mirror images down our mothers’ bodies, and they both shuddered and writhed in unison. I saw my desire reflected perfectly in Paige’s face, and I broke briefly from my mother to kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. I tasted like my pussy and she tasted like hers, then we parted and our mouths found their way to our mother’s cunts.

I went down on Mom with everything I had… feasting on her, fucking her with my tongue, drinking of her womanly essence. As I ate her, I looked up and I saw my mother kissing Toni hungrily.

Then my mother’s hands were on the back of my head urging me deeper, deeper… and she started to come for me, crying out my name as I pleasured her. I ground my mouth into her cunt and lavished love on her and she orgasmed a second time, her body bucking so hard she nearly threw me from the bed. I could hear Toni pant, rocking the bed with her own pleasure.

I was spent, briefly, and crawled into my mother’s arms. As she and I cuddled, we watched Toni, her own climax close, urging her daughter on while Paige skillfully, lovingly ate her mother out. It was quite a sight. Mom and I kissed, then lay in each other’s arms and watched as Toni came in her daughter’s face.

My mother and Toni decided to love one another for a while, and I watched in rapt attention as they kissed and cooed and touched each other skillfully, knowingly. The two participants in my incest fantasies coming together — it was a beautiful dream come to life.

Finally I turned my attention to Paige, who’d been waiting patiently for me, and we embraced, falling to the bed together. She and I made love, right next to our mothers while they fucked, and it was wonderful — like sharing my sex, my body, my soul with a sister I’d never had. Afterward, she said she loved me, and I told her that I loved her, too.

So much of the rest of the night is a blur to me now. I recall that Toni had a strap on and Paige took her with it. My mom and I watched and fondled one another and kissed, and I whispered in her ear that I wanted to fuck her like that — and she came! Just from me saying that!

Then I did fuck her… putting on Toni’s strap-on, laying my mother down and sliding my cock deep into her, fucking her with long, slow strokes, our lips and breasts crushing together while I made her mine. While I fucked Mom, Toni parted my buttocks and began licking my asshole… God, what a kinky experience that was!

Then it was Toni’s turn to put on the cock. She chose to fuck her daughter in the ass while Paige ate out my mother, and I just sat down in a nearby chair and watched them, lightly fingering my cunt to keep my lust burning steadily.

At one point my mother and I were in a languid 69, licking each other’s dripping cunts, with Toni and her daughter entwined and kissing beside us… than later I was urgently eating Toni out while my mother pumped two fingers in and out of my ass. And when Toni came I whirled around to violently kiss my mother, our mouths crushing together as Paige and Toni joined in our incestuous lesbian embrace.

Then the four of us made love in a hot, sweaty tangle; touching, fondling, licking, biting, kissing, loving. I suckled on a stiffening nipple, not knowing whose it was, while someone’s mouth nuzzled my cunt and my fingers stroked a moist anus. It was the most incredible group fuck imaginable… I lost track of how many times I came.

Hours later, it was time to leave Toni and Paige and we thanked them with passionate kisses and words of love. I cried in Toni’s arms, blessing her every way imaginable for bringing my mother and I together.

I drove Mom home, and she very sweetly invited me to spend the night in her bed. So we made love once more, everything slow and gentle this time, then fell asleep, our bodies entwined.

Mom and I have been lovers ever since… and Toni and Paige ended up leaving their apartment and moving in with us. We share our bodies in every imaginable combination, the four of us living in a dizzy, delightful whirl of lesbian sex and incest.

Ladies, if you can even imagine yourself making love to your mother, my advice is to go for it. Life with my mother has brought me more happiness than I imagined possible, and Paige and Toni are blissfully content as well.

It’s like they say — no one loves you like Mom does!

The End

Coda from JetBoy: The original version of this story was great, but I had one serious cavil — when Rebecca is confronted by the sight of her mother in the arms of Toni’s daughter, no explanation was given of how Toni set up the whole scenario in the first place. This omission bothered me so much that I ended up writing that part myself, along with some of Ellen and Toni’s history as lovers. If I did it correctly, you won’t have noticed any difference between that scene and the rest of the story. Thanks for reading.

A Daughter’s Journey

  • Posted on May 27, 2018 at 9:48 am

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Another tantalizing treat from my “lost stories” file. This one was, I suspect, meant to be the first of a series, but no second chapter ever appeared. Nonetheless, it works beautifully as a stand-alone tale. As always, I did some fiddling around with the text back in the day — but as I recall, it didn’t need much.

*****

Emily sat glumly in an overstuffed chair, feeling perfectly foolish. The youngest of the three Blake sisters, she was supposed to be enjoying the first days of her eligibility for courtship with the suitors who had been gathering at the Blake family home, much like the ones who had appeared in previous years to seek out the attentions of her very beautiful elder siblings.

Since her seventeenth birthday two months earlier, the friends of her parents had routinely brought their sons by in order to present them to the Blake’s youngest, most radiant daughter. These young men came bearing gifts, offering compliments to her and gestures of respect to Emily’s parents, Samuel and Catherine.

Emily knew that such moments had been the basis of her upbringing thus far. The manners, the dress, the lessons, the lectures, all strategies used by her father to make her into a wife desirable to the society beaus who had now finally arrived to meet her and woo her. Her sisters, Rachel and Charlotte, had both endured this rite of passage.

However, Emily’s father was beginning to become impatient with his youngest who, nearing seventeen years of age, was running out of worthy suitors and had yet to settle upon a husband.

It all seemed so… wrong to Emily, somehow. The pressure from her father and her dislike of the husbands her sisters had chosen made the young woman incredibly nervous when her time came to sit in the parlour and meet potential husbands. Suddenly she was questioning herself, her every move, as well as the motives and actions of the gentlemen who sat and conversed beside her. Even the rationale of her father became suspect in Emily’s mind. And finally, she didn’t like any of these men. Not in that way.

Her sisters had been interested in young men ever since they became women, but poor Emily had always preferred the company of her female friends, her sisters, even her mother. It was all so damnably unfair. Why must she marry, anyway?

Emily’s nerves forced her to concentrate, just to keep the tea cup from rattling in her hands. The most she could ever manage was a quick and infrequent glance at the gentleman in her company. Many times she could not even remember what she’d spoken of with these men. They never touched her and she never touched them, that much she remembered. She tried to remember to smile, to listen to what they had to say, to come up with witty conversation, but all of that seemed to disappear in a haze of unhappiness and fear. All she could think of was how easy it had seemed for her sisters.

On this particular day, William Broughton had come to pay Emily a visit. It was his first meeting with Emily in such a setting, although the pair had met on occasions throughout their youths in town, at church, and in other public settings. At these times, they had both been accompanied by their parents.

William was nineteen, reasonably handsome, educated, the son of a landowner whose territories included the farm touching the south border of the Blake’s property. He spoke to Emily of the many travels he had already embarked upon as a business representative for his father: France, Wales, Denmark, even once to New York in America. She could only smile and utter mindless things like, “Oh” and “Quite.”

While her father took the elder Broughton on a tour of the mansion’s many rooms, Emily’s mother Catherine remained in the parlour, speaking with William’s mother. She spent much of the visit watching Emily nervously struggle in her seat.

Emily, afraid to even peek at her suitor, stared back at her mother, whose beauty and inner calm gave Emily her only peace during the hours of these visits.

Catherine always seemed to have a knowing, empathetic look in her eyes at those moments… from which Emily sensed that Mother knew how awkward these meetings felt to her. Something in her eyes gave Emily comfort that she was not disappointing her mother, that things would work out for the best. There seemed to be some kind of secret that Catherine knew and Emily was supposed to discover — something that would end this discomfort and misery she felt.

Around the middle of the afternoon, young Broughton had visibly worn himself down trying to make some sort of impression on the Blake girl. All of the parents realized this, and polite gestures were made to insinuate that the visit was over. With a kiss on Emily’s white gloved hand, William took his leave and his parents left behind him, the entire family stepping into their coach. Emily did not come to the door with her parents to watch the carriage depart.

Samuel Blake re-entered the parlour. Embarrassed, Emily could only glance up at her father, then look ashamedly down at the floor. He stood before her, his body very still, the knuckles of his trembling fists whiter than her gloves and his breathing like that of a stallion after a sprint across the estate grounds. He did nothing, only stand there for thirty seconds, then stomp off into the vastness of his house.

As his footsteps grew fainter down the corridor, Emily felt as though something had broken inside of her. Suddenly everything was reeling — her lungs refused to open, knees shivered, her fingertips went numb. Then the entire room seemed to tremble and vibrate. For a moment she saw her mother rush into view just before everything went black.

*****

Emily emerged from her sleep. Peace had replaced her anxiety, and the trembling numbness had diminished to a calming warmth. She opened her eyes to realize, through the faint flicker of a candle at her bedside, that she was in her bedroom. It was now night, and a window was open in the room to let in the soothing breeze of the spring evening.

Emily lay flat on her back, atop the blankets draping her bed. The slight whisper of refreshing wind along the length of her body told her, without looking, that she was naked. This surprised Emily as she never slept in the nude, always wearing her nightgown to bed since she was a very small girl. Aside from when she was bathing, she always wore at least some form of clothing at every point in the day or night. But the night breeze felt good against her bare skin.

After a few seconds, her nudity made her uncomfortable… so Emily sat up in bed, intending to rise and retrieve her nightgown. Upon sitting up, Emily immediately recognized the silhouette of her mother sitting in the old chair against the adjacent wall, next to the vanity mirror. It was from that chair that Catherine Blake had spent so many of her evenings reading to her three daughters. Tonight she had no books and no light to read by. She sat silently, looking straight ahead at her surprised daughter, who covered her nakedness as best she could with the cover on her bed.

Mrs. Blake sat upright in the chair, the blue glow of moonlight tracing the womanly curves of her frame. Catherine’s hair was long, straight, a deep rich brown, pulled back into a bun behind her head.

Her face exuded a silent warmth all her own, yet glowed with a youthful pride. Only among company did she wear make-up, extravagant clothing, or elaborate hairstyles. Emily had always adored her.

As her eyes adjusted to the lighting, she could see a calm but knowing smile on her mother’s face, the same sort of look Catherine always gave Emily during the young girl’s meetings with her suitors.

Still, at this moment, entirely nude in front of her mother but for the blanket she clutched to her body, Emily did feel some kind of embarrassment. She felt more aware of her nakedness than any time since her childhood.

Unlike her older siblings, Emily had not developed the full, fleshy breasts that Rachel and Charlotte inherited from their mother. Nor did she have the overall shapeliness of the other three, their perfectly round hips and firm thighs, their round, curving bottoms. Instead, Emily had always been a lithe, slender girl. The onset of puberty not many years ago had done nothing to give her the womanly body so characteristic of the Blake women. Only her long, plain brown hair bore any resemblance to the physical presence of Catherine.

Seldom had Emily Blake felt so vulnerable as right then. Her mother’s eyes seemed to penetrate through her skin, beneath the bones, into the young girl’s heart. Emily felt as though her mother had discovered a scandalous secret about her, a indiscretion in the past which Emily could not specifically recall but seemed to have always been unconsciously in the back of her mind.

Struggling for words to break the awkward silence, Emily looked toward the open window and muttered ashamedly, “I’ve angered Father again.”

Her mother remained silent.

“It’s not that I am trying to offend him or even those gentlemen, Mother. It’s just… I feel not myself around them, I know not why. That I have so much to live up to in father’s eyes that I am destined to fail.”

“You are,” were the first words from Catherine’s lips.

Emily was taken aback by this. She gazed open-mouthed into her mother’s eyes and still could not get a clear estimation of her meaning. Emily said nothing until Catherine, recognizing her daughter’s uncertainty, spoke once more.

“Your father, like his father before him and his father before him, expects certain things from a young woman such as yourself. You are of the age when he judges that marriage to a worthy suitor should be your primary concern. He expects you, like your sisters, to join in these archaic traditions and become a woman who is acceptable to society. His society.”

“I know, Mother,” Emily murmured. “It is important to become a good wife, a woman a man can be proud to have on his arm. Wives, like Father says, are the base of our society.” Emily recited these words as she had heard them a dozen times from Samuel Blake’s lips.

This is what she felt her parents wanted. Thus Emily was surprised to see an unfamiliar look of disapproval on her mother’s face.

“Samuel’s society is not our society,” Catherine said. She rose from her chair and took one step toward the foot of Emily’s bed, the bottom of the ruffled blue dress brushing softly on the floor.

Puzzled, Emily felt that her mother was testing her with a kind of riddle, for which she could be expected to have no answer.

Her mother’s answer was to turn around, facing the chair, with her back to her daughter. “Emily, could you please help me out of my dress?”

Emily had never done such a thing for her mother before… yet she did not hesitate to crawl up onto her knees, scoot to the edge of the bed, and begin to undo the thin blue strings that tied together the back of her mother’s dress, all the while trying to keep her own nudity covered.

Emily moved her hands to her mother’s shoulders, sliding the dress down the older woman’s arms and torso. With the dress bunched up above her hips, Catherine took it upon herself to remove the rest of the garment. She rolled it down her hips, revealing her shapely buttocks, then let the material fall to her ankles.

Emily wondered why her mother was not wearing the usual undergarments that any woman was expected to wear beneath her clothing; she had never known her mother to do such a thing. From head to feet, Catherine was now bare, with the exception of her shoes, still strapped to her feet.

When she bent over to remove her shoes, Emily observed her mother’s naked body with curious eyes. She wondered why Catherine was undressing, but somewhere in the back of her mind there was the thought, maybe even the desire, that her mother would reveal more about what she meant by “our society.”

Catherine turned around to face her daughter, stepping out of the blue dress which lay vacant on the floor. Now completely nude herself, Catherine’s reached out to pull away the blanket that Emily held over her bare body. This done, she reached out again to draw her unsuspecting 17-year-old daughter into a warm embrace.

Emily was entirely enveloped by her mother’s arms, as if wrapped in a blanket of love. She felt her mother’s breath sweep naturally over her shoulders, like the ocean tide caressing an undiscovered beach. She noticed the amazing heat of her mother’s bosom pressed against her own, flesh against flesh. As Catherine’s hands swept gently up and down Emily’s bare back, the young girl felt an unfamiliar, fluid heat surge through her limbs, her belly, her face and, even stranger, between her legs. Her own arms slowly wrapped themselves around her mother’s naked body, returning her affections. What were these strange feelings coursing through her?

As they embraced, Catherine began to kiss her daughter’s shoulders and run her fingers through Emily’s soft hair. This had never happened before, and Emily froze for a brief moment, not knowing how to respond. But after a few seconds, the girl relaxed amid her mother’s caresses.

While she closed her eyes to savour her mother’s love, Emily heard her whisper, “I can teach you all about who you really are, child. I can show you all the love in the world, and teach you to be a proud woman.”

Emily, drowning in an unfamiliar ecstasy, could only nod her head and breathe a wordless reply of yearning. She wanted… what did she want?

“I can teach you all these things,” continued Catherine. “But,” and she pulled away from Emily now, looking her straight in the eye, a look of seriousness on her face, “you must be mine. You must do as I say and obey my wishes. You must listen to my words and let them guide you, as they did when you were a little girl.” She stroked her daughter’s cheek. “If you will do these things for me, Emily, I will show you love such as you have never imagined.”

It seemed to Emily that she had somehow been longing to hear these words for years. She smiled back at her mother, then brought her hand to her lips and kissed it. “Yes, Mother,” she whispered.

Catherine placed her hands upon Emily’s cheeks and drew her daughter’s face to hers. Their lips touched in a soft kiss, then lingered. Emily suddenly pulled away out of reflex, as if her mouth had touched fire.

And yet those lips returned to the flame of her mother’s love and the two women fell into a long, heartfelt kiss. To Emily, sharing her first romantic kiss with the woman who had raised her, nurtured her, and guided her for so many years, the woman she adored, felt more than appropriate… it felt like destiny.

Emily’s lips parted, and she felt her mother’s tongue pass between them. She did not expect it, but it felt more wonderful than she had ever imagined a kiss could be. Her hips suddenly pressed against her mother’s as a warm wave of passion overwhelmed the young girl.

Emily had never known such excitement. She felt an expanding heat in the pit of her stomach that slowly traveled downward into her vagina, a tingling surge of an arousal she had never before experienced. Without a thought, she returned her mother’s loving kisses with her own tongue… and the pair fell into a heated embrace.

Removing her hands from Emily’s hair, while still kissing her deeply and lovingly, Catherine took hold of her daughter’s wrists and guided the girl’s hands to her own full breasts. Both women moaned into their passionate kiss, their first uttered sounds.

Emily was delighted at the feel of her mother’s breasts, now cupped in her hands. She ran her fingers around them, exploring their natural curves and fullness, her eyes widening as she felt Catherine’s nipples stiffen to her touch.

When Catherine broke off their kissing and lowered her face to Emily’s breasts, the young girl gasped in surprise… then, as she felt her mother take her left nipple into her mouth, she could only whimper “Oh… oh, Mother.”

Catherine teased the pert tip of her daughter’s breast with an eager tongue, licking around the hardening nipple — then took it between her lips to suck.

Emily’s head lolled back, her mouth open as wonderful feelings she had never known possible surged through her body. This was love as she had dreamed it might be… not the hardness she associated with men, not that… but a love that was soft, nurturing. And Emily could think of none better to teach her of this way of loving than her mother. She cradled Catherine’s head to her chest as her mother pleasured her nipples, switching from one to the other.

Finally, Catherine raised her face to Emily’s, her eyes burning with passion… and the young woman threw her arms around her mother, seeking her mouth in a hungry kiss, plunging her tongue between the older woman’s lips.

They kissed for a long, wondrous while… and then Catherine gently broke away from Emily, once again gazing deeply and invitingly into her daughter’s eyes, her breasts heaving with passion. Emily’s blue eyes held a silent question… and then the young girl smiled, knowing she had the permission she desired.

Without a word, still kneeling on the bed, Emily leaned down and pressed her lips against her mother’s right breast. She felt her mother, still standing at the foot of the bed, tremble, a drawn out, heavy breath escaping her mouth.

It was if she had always known how to do this. Fondling Catherine’s naked body everywhere her hands could reach, Emily’s mouth journeyed over to the left breast, this time brushing soft young lips against her mother’s nipple. It became a deep kiss, accompanied by a flick of the tongue. Catherine sighed with pleasure while Emily savoured her first intimacy with a woman.

The taste, the warmth, the texture of her mother’s nipples in her hungry mouth… these were wonders that intoxicated Emily. She pressed her face into Catherine’s breasts, licking them, loving the softness of the woman’s body. Emily became aware of every nerve and sense being stimulated into a new awareness; a hot craving deep inside her that left the young girl lightheaded. Then she felt her mother’s hand on her shoulder.

“Lie down, Emily,” she heard Catherine say.

Emily reluctantly drew away, sliding backward to recline back on the bed, her legs extended out while her arms stretched luxuriously across the mattress. “Oh, Mother,” she sighed happily, “I love you.”

With a knowing smile, Catherine climbed onto the bed, holding herself above her daughter for a moment to study the young girl’s beautiful naked form, and then slowly lowering herself down upon Emily’s body, between her daughter’s thighs. Catherine’s hips began to grind in rhythmic circles against the pelvis of her daughter, who felt the sticky moisture from between Catherine’s legs against her own mound. Mother and daughter kissed for several minutes and held each other close, sighing and breathing heavily in the thrall of their mutual lust.

Then Catherine raised herself slightly and began to nuzzle her way down Emily’s body. She pressed gentle kisses into the softness of her daughter’s neck, and the young girl purred with pleasure. Catherine continued downward, her tongue trailing a wet path to Emily’s girlish breasts and between them. She paused to lavish attention on her daughter’s nipples, licking and lightly biting at each one.

“Oh… oh, Mother,” Emily moaned.

Catherine was now showering kisses on the girl’s warm tummy, pressing her face into the softness of her daughter. She playfully flicked her tongue into Emily’s belly button, making her child gasp in surprise. Then she continued downward, her lips brushing along her daughter’s skin.

And now Emily stared in awe as her mother lay between her thin thighs, her face inches from the young girl’s lightly downed sex, her eyes dancing with excitement. The desire was written on Catherine’s face clearly, for the young girl to see… and the very thought of her beloved mother needing her so very much had Emily on the verge of swooning.

The 36-year-old woman licked her lips as she leaned in close to place a moist kiss upon her daughter’s cunt…

…and Emily whimpered at the unbearably sweet sensation of a warm, loving mouth between her legs. It was impossible, yet so very wonderful… her own mother was kissing her down there. She trembled helplessly at the very thought of it… then she cried out loud, clutching a handful of the bed sheets as Mother’s tongue slid deep into her vagina.

Emily’s legs began to shake, her heartbeat thudding through every inch of her body. This could not be happening, yet it was. Sensations the likes of which she had never known raced through her… and that sweet tingling she had felt between her thighs mere moments ago was fast becoming a fire, a raging inferno.

Her mother was licking her there, a hot tongue sliding up and down her slit, then probing inside. Emily could feel the wetness oozing down into the crack of her arse, felt Catherine’s warm hands on her thighs. Eyes wide, she raised herself onto her shaking elbows, gazing in wonderment at the sight of her own mother, loving her as if the young girl were her wife.

It was then that Catherine’s fiery tongue trailed its way up to the top of Emily’s slit, licking the young girl in a place that had her seeing stars, throwing her head back as a helpless cry escaped her throat… and before she knew it, her mother’s mouth was pressed to that special place, sucking at it gently.

And the world exploded in an incandescent flash of white light. Emily shook and shuddered, out of control as bolts of pleasure sizzled through every inch of her body. A keening sound filled the room… and in this heat of ecstasy, somehow Emily realized that the sound was coming from her own throat.

Eventually, the waves of pure sensation slackened, grew more gentle… her mother continued to kiss and lick between her legs, but more languidly. It was as if Emily was being slowly lowered to the ground from some enormous height. Finally she lay still, heart throbbing, every inch of her body tingling from the aftermath of… what was it? The words didn’t exist in Emily’s world for the gift her mother had just given her. She felt Catherine’s face, resting on her thigh, placing gentle kisses there.

“Mother,” Emily whispered, her heart so full it felt as if she might cry.

Catherine slowly slid up the bed to lie next to her daughter. With a loving smile, she drew the girl into her arms. “Precious child,” she breathed, cradling her daughter close. Emily relaxed into her mother’s warm embrace… then suddenly, Catherine kissed the girl hotly, her tongue plunging into Emily’s mouth.

The kiss tasted different, Emily thought… then her head swam as she realized that her mother was sharing the wetness that coated her lips… the womanly essence that still moistened Emily’s slit. The flavour of it was strange, but wonderful.

Emily responded with a passion that surprised her, wrapping her arms around her mother’s body and hugging her fiercely as she returned Catherine’s kiss, her tongue flashing to life. She licked her mother’s lips, purring as she tasted her own sex.

Catherine gently broke their embrace, then rolled onto her back. Gazing deep into her daughter’s eyes, she spoke. “Now, Emily… I want you to show me what you have just learned.” And she slowly parted her thighs.

The seventeen-year-old girl raised herself up from the bed, kneeling beside her mother, her body already eager for more loving. This time, though, she would be the giver of pleasure…

“Kiss me,” Catherine breathed, and Emily leaned down toward her mother’s inviting mouth, her lips parting eagerly.

She kissed the older woman gently, but with passion, her lips brushing Catherine’s mouth, her tongue shyly exploring. Her mother fell into Emily’s rhythm, and the pace of their lovemaking became soft and slow, while still crackling with intensity. The young girl’s hands began to fondle and caress her mother’s breasts, and she cooed with delight to feel Catherine’s nipples responding to her touch.

It was as if she was born for this, created to make love to women. Emily nibbled lightly at her mother’s lower lip, teasing with the tip of her tongue. She placed a kiss on Catherine’s chin, then trailed her way down her soft neck. Her head swam with excitement, her desire growing stronger by the minute. She hungered for her mother’s soft skin, burned to touch her, to taste her… in all of her seventeen years, Emily had never known herself capable of such passion.

She pressed her face into her mother’s breasts, loving their warmth, their softness. Her tongue emerged to flick lightly at a nipple, and Catherine hummed her approval.

Emily licked, sucked and kissed the full breasts of her mother, light-headed at the scent and sweetness of Catherine’s skin. The older woman was trembling with need as her daughter travelled downward, her girlish mouth leaving a trail of tender kisses along the way. Emily paused to nuzzle her mother’s belly… then she was suddenly transfixed by the sharp, musky aroma of Catherine’s sex. Her heart raced with excitement, knowing that she was the one who filled her mother with such desire. The womanly scent was intoxicating… and Emily realized just how much she wanted, needed to taste the wetness between her mother’s thighs.

She wriggled down yet further, until she lay with Catherine’s knees to either side of her, staring enthralled at the glistening cleft of the woman’s vagina, framed by a generous tuft of curly pubes. It was like a mouth, she decided… an enticing, desirable mouth.

Emily licked her lips, closed her eyes, and leaned in close to take her first lick. She sampled it, relishing the strange but wonderful taste of another woman.

A soft cry burst from Catherine’s mouth as her daughter’s tongue brushed her labia. She had opened her cunt with her fingers to offer Emily everything she had, and the first touch of the girl’s mouth sent a jolt through her legs that shook the mattress.

Emily licked her lips, savouring her mother’s essence. Then she closed her eyes, lowering her face between Catherine’s thighs once more. Slowly her tongue returned to the pink flesh, touching gently at first, as if testing the waters… then Emily pressed her face into the wet pussy before her and licked fervently at her mother’s heat, her tongue lashing at Catherine’s soft, glistening opening. Soon the once unfamiliar taste had become a pleasure, and the girl could feel renewed sensations of sexual hunger pulsing within her own vagina.

But Emily’s own pleasure had to wait — at that moment, her mother came first. She licked and sucked lustily at the beautiful cleft, so open and available for her to explore. Catherine’s cunt was a river, and Emily was thrilled to have her mother’s warm love juices coating her lips, dripping from her chin. A modest and innocent girl in all things, Emily had never even masturbated before… yet somehow, she instinctively knew what to do to bring pleasure to a woman. Her heart throbbed with love for the woman who had given her life, even as she worshiped at the aperture from which she had been born. It seemed so right, somehow.

The pleasures of sexuality and the body had always been off limits to young girls of her upbringing, and she knew little of the erogenous zones of women. But through the gasps and heaving movements of her mother, Emily found a tiny, swelled button of flesh not far above Catherine’s tasty opening.

The first time she let her tongue stray there, Emily felt her mother’s hips shiver rapidly. Briefly returning to lick at Catherine’s sticky labia, Emily decided to try once more at the pink nub above. Again her mother quaked, this time gasping for breath with an audible sigh. Emily stayed there, then, circling Catherine’s swollen clitoris with her tongue in a swirling rhythm that had her mother gasping, shifting her hips, and trembling like a leaf.

Most erotic for Emily was the sound of her mother’s voice panting, rapidly taking in and releasing her breath in the thralls of ecstasy. She felt as if she and her mother had become one being, as the motion of Emily’s lips and tongue, the pulsating of Catherine’s pelvis, and her mother’s frantic exhalations all seemed to move along the same heartbeat-like rhythm toward a magnificent crescendo. Emily held her mother’s hips, her face rolling with them as the two nude women rocked and shook atop the bed sheets.

Suddenly Emily felt Catherine’s body seize up as her pleasure reached an unbearable peak, and the young girl was quick to recognize the same unnamed ecstatic apex she herself had just experienced at the hands of her mother. The older woman’s hips rose from the bed as Catherine’s back bowed, and Emily rose with it, continuing to press her tongue against her mother’s clitoris.

As Catherine cried out loud, shuddering through a long, ecstatic orgasm, her pelvis vibrated with unconscious tremors against her daughter’s face. Emily continued to lick her mother in the same pattern, until a beast-like squeal suddenly escaped from somewhere deep inside of Catherine and burst from her open mouth, a sound Emily had never heard before, but instinctively understood.

Catherine’s hips fell abruptly back onto the bedsheets, her body pulsing with little tremors of pleasure. Still Emily licked lovingly at her mother’s beautiful vagina. Catherine, her body still shivering with the effects of her orgasm, stopped her daughter with a hand on her shoulder.

Emily raised her face to gaze at the flushed, yet still beautiful face of her mother. Catherine ran her trembling fingers through Emily’s hair and, after a pause, drew her daughter into her arms, claiming her mouth in a long, passionate kiss.

As they kissed, Catherine rolled so that she was now on top of her daughter. They writhed and twisted and hugged and entwined for a long, lovely while in each other’s arms. The feel of her mother’s naked body against hers body made Emily tremble with a newly awakened excitement, her legs hooking around her mother’s thighs as if she would draw the woman inside her skin.

Suddenly Catherine lifted her head up to look down at her daughter. Emily’s eyes were half-closed, inebriated with a narcotic sexuality. Her forehead glistened with sweat and her hair spilled across the entirety of her pillow. Her mouth opened and closed with slow, drawn out, wordless breaths that Catherine understood all too well. So it was left to her to speak.

“Do you understand, now, what your true nature really is?” the mother asked, running her left hand gently along the top of Emily’s hair.

“I am your daughter,” replied Emily, “completely and utterly, forever.” She paused and then, looking into her mother’s eyes with a confidence she had not been able to muster since childhood, said, “I love you.”

Emily had said such words to her mother countless time before. Yet this time there was a fuller meaning, a deeper understanding that made them more valuable, like a seed grown into the fully bloomed rose.

Catherine smiled contentedly back. “I love you, too,” she said, and let both her hands slide down the sides of her daughter’s slim, milk-white torso. She could feel the gentle inward curve at the waist and, further down, the gradual expansion of the young girl’s pelvis. She held onto Emily’s hips and, looking into her daughter’s peace-filled eyes, shifted her body to one side and gently turned the girl over, onto her stomach.

Emily allowed her mother to move her body as she pleased, happy to submit to the desires of her parent. At the suggestion of her mother’s hands, the young woman lifted her hips into the air so that her knees were tucked up under her belly… her buttocks raised and spread slightly apart before her mother’s gaze. Emily wrested her elbows and forearms on the pillow beneath her. She had no idea what her mother intended to teach her next, but knew that she never before felt so much trust and love for another person in her young life.

Catherine knelt on the bed, her knees on either side of Emily’s feet. Reaching forward, she ran both hands down the plane of her daughter’s back. The girl’s skin was as smooth as it was pale, unblemished by hardship and glowing with moonlit innocence. Catherine’s hands rounded slowly over the curve of her daughter’s bottom and paused there, then sliding inward to trace the soft, untouched skin between her buttocks.

Emily felt two fingers begin at the base of her spine and slide slowly, sensually down… over the cleft of her anus, then down further to her moist pussy lips. The young woman whimpered as the fingers began to caress; gently at first, then with a steady, purposeful pressure.

As her mother’s fingers parted her outer labia, Emily let her head slump down into the pillow. She had never dared to touch herself in such a way before… and the thrill of sexual awakening echoed through every inch of her skin.

Without a thought, she pushed back with her hips, opened herself wider to her mother’s fondling. Her head buried in the pillow, Emily could not see her mother, but she could feel the moment that Catherine’s finger began to press its way inside her vagina.

A virgin, Emily had never experienced penetration, but she had studied dance and gymnastics from her governess and, as a result, no longer had her maidenhead. Catherine’s fingers, finding no barrier, probed deeper. Emily, long fearful of her first sex with a man, was surprised to feel only increasing pleasure as her vagina was opened by the first intrusion of her mother’s finger.

Having inserted the middle digit of her right hand, Catherine began rotating it in half-circle twists inside the teenager’s vagina, causing her daughter’s body to shudder and arch with each circling of the hand. Emily was quiet, barely breathing, her eyes wide… but Catherine knew this was only a signal of the pleasure the girl was feeling at that moment.

As she slipped a second finger into Emily, Catherine began a pumping in-and-out motion, gradually increasing her speed as she fucked her daughter. With her left hand, Catherine massaged her own pussy, still sticky from the moisture of her daughter’s kisses and her own arousal.

Emily could not believe the dizzying sensations that rushed through her. So much of her body was alive with pleasure that she could feel every erotic detail of the movements and sensations along the interior of her vagina, her mother’s steady strokes continued to in and out of the girl’s petite body.

Catherine wondered if Emily even noticed that she was involuntarily rocking herself back and forth, fucking her mother’s fingers. She thrilled to the signs of impending orgasm in her daughter, watching with satisfaction as she saw the first tremors along Emily’s spine, heard the girl’s instinctive gasps for breath.

Emily’s hips rotated now in a rapid circle, pushing against Catherine’s fingers until they probed her vagina to the hilt. Suddenly the young woman’s legs begin to shake uncontrollably.

And then Emily was climaxing once more, this time with even more intensity than her first. As waves of pure pleasure consumed her, battering her body, she knew only that time had somehow ceased to exist, leaving only these white-hot sensations that she wished might continue forever. She bit into the pillow like an animal, as if natural pleasure had brought out some primal truth, some awakening of a beast inside of herself.

Listening to the pillow-muffled cries of her daughter, Catherine continued to stimulate the inner walls of Emily’s pussy with two fingers as the girl’s orgasm subsided. Her other hand rested between her own legs, massaging her own wet pussy. As Emily’s body relaxed into a peaceful afterglow, Catherine leaned forward, removing her hand from her own pussy… and gently laid her fingers, sticky with her essence, on Emily’s lips.

Emily willingly opened her mouth and eagerly accepted her mother’s fingers, running her tongue up and down them to sample once more the rich flavour of Catherine’s pussy.

Emily rolled over and looked up at the older woman longingly, then reached for Catherine’s hand, drawing her mother into a passionate embrace on top of her body. She wrapped her legs around her mother’s hips, resting her feet against the flesh of her mother’s buttocks.

Catherine gazed deep into her daughter’s eyes, licking her lips. Emily could feel her mother’s hardened nipples brushing her stomach, reawakening her sexual passions. The pair engaged in a long kiss, sighing with each flicker of the tongue and moist sliding of the lips.

In between kisses, Emily moaned, “I love you, Mother… and I want to stay like this forever.” She paused to plunge her tongue into Catherine’s mouth, licking her way around her mother’s lips, then gazed up at the older woman with renewed longing.  “I am yours,” she continued. “You have taught me both true pleasure — and my place in life.”

Catherine kissed Emily again and then, gently pulling away, said, “Tell me more, angel… tell me that you are mine.” The woman’s eyes positively smoldered with hunger; with lust.

“Mother,” whispered Emily, her eyes shining with love, “I am yours completely. Now, nothing can break us apart. My love for you is absolute, and I will never serve another in the way that I serve you. I will do anything you ask of me. Anything.”

“You still have much to learn, Emily,” Catherine replied. “Things which you cannot yet begin to fathom. Do you truly mean that I can ask anything of you?”

Emily’s only response was to hug her mother even tighter, pressing their nude bodies together. “I want to learn more, Mother. I will do whatever you wish, anything to please you, to worship you. Anything.”

At this Catherine rose once more, supporting herself with her arms and letting the ends of her long, brown hair fall fluttering over Emily’s shoulders, gazing very thoughtfully at her daughter. Finally she told the young girl to kneel on the bed. Emily obeyed and watched as her mother positioned herself on all fours, facing away, her arse facing the young woman.

Catherine moved her hands to her bottom and spread her buttocks open, revealing the pink pucker of her anus to her daughter’s view. Emily immediately blushed, looking away. But then, overcome with a mixture of curiosity and desire, the young woman looked again. Between the lovely globes of her mother’s arse, the mysterious cleft looked soft to Emily, almost inviting.

Suddenly Emily became aware, without being told, of what it was her mother desired.

She moved closer, her knees now between Catherine’s feet. Slowly and hesitantly, Emily brought her hand up to her mother’s bottom and pressed her fingers between the shapely buttocks. It was not wet, like the vagina, but still had an appealing warmth. Emily brought her head close and pressed her face between her mother’s cheeks, taking her first lick.

She did not know what to expect and tasted very little… it was how the toast-warm crevice gave under the pressure of her tongue, coupled with the thrill of performing such a perverse act to pleasure her mother, that soon had Emily’s pussy wet again. She licked again and again, with longer strokes each time. Soon she was rolling her tongue in circles around the rim of her mother’s arsehole, noticing that it contracted with each of her mother’s gasps of pleasure.

Catherine pulled her buttocks even further apart, allowing her daughter’s hot mouth to slip even deeper in between… and Emily happily obliged, pressing slightly with her fingers to allow her tongue a brief entry into the pink interior of Catherine’s arse. Her mother moaned, tempting Emily to continue. She pried her mother’s cheeks open even wider, hearing Catherine gasp at the stretching sensation. Emily then pressed her tongue deeper inside, tickling the walls of the rectum with the tip of her tongue. She felt a sudden joy at learning this thrilling new way to serve her mother.

A hand now between her thighs, Catherine was masturbating as her daughter ate her arsehole. Within minutes she had had her first orgasm… and a second buffeted her a mere thirty seconds later. When a third orgasm was completed a few minutes later, Catherine rose onto her knees. She was surprised and pleased to see that Emily did not stop licking, but rather continued to tongue her anus, lost in the thrill of lesbian lovemaking. Finally, she had to turn around to signal Emily to stop.

The daughter remained on all fours, looking up at her mother with a new smile… not one of innocent love, but one of experienced knowledge, someone a step closer to realizing her true worth and desires.

Catherine reached down and drew Emily into her arms. Mother and daughter knelt face to face, their naked bodies pressed closely together. Catherine gave her daughter a loving kiss, tasting her own arsehole on Emily’s lips. “You’re a good girl… and a wonderful lover,” Catherine murmured. “But your lessons are not yet over. It is late, and I must return to my bed chamber before the servants discover me missing and disturb your father.”

Her expression grew serious as she said in a tone of caution, “You must never tell anyone of the pleasures we two share — tonight, or any other. Their society does not accept who we are, and does not allow us to live as we do. In time, my love, you will become a full woman, more of a woman than your sisters could ever be.”

Emily looked confused, not understanding why she must hide the reasons for her happiness from those who care for her. “This is important,” Catherine continued. “Our love depends on this.”

Still confused, but feeling sure of her devotion, Emily replied that she would obey without condition. They shared one last heated kiss before Catherine tucked her daughter into bed.

Emily Blake rose the next morning a deliriously happy woman, passionate and hungry to learn the pleasures of life from the guidance and tutelage of her loving mother — and eager as well to lie naked with her again, exploring the delights of the flesh.

The End

 

Daria’s Dreams Chapter 1

  • Posted on May 25, 2018 at 8:40 am

by Jojo Starr

She was warm, and soft, and unbelievably pretty. So pretty it made Daria’s stomach twist up in knots and her throat unable to speak.

Daria felt her heart pounding and her body started to tingle all over. It was happening again and it felt good… so good. Daria could feel herself breathing heavier and her temperature rising fast. She felt her face and chest flush and another thrilling tingle took hold of her. She could feel the girl’s body heat close to her, and she felt her own temperature rise even higher.

The girl’s skin was so soft and smooth, her hands so delicate. Daria could smell the girl’s skin and hair, and it made her heart pound even faster.

She felt an urge inside – a deep, throbbing, incredibly powerful urge – stronger than she’d ever felt before. It was so intoxicating, so wonderfully thrilling and dizzying. This girl had a strange and intense power over Daria, and Daria felt absolutely helpless to resist it.

Daria wanted her – desperately. She’d never felt anything so powerful. Her body burned for her. Her breath was quick, her heart was beating out of control. She couldn’t resist the urge any longer. Her body trembling with desire, she leaned forward into the girl, opened her mouth, and…

Daria’s eyes opened wide. The girl had vanished, but her body was still throbbing with incredible desire.

Daria tried desperately to hang on to the memory – it had felt so good – but it was fading fast. The more she tried to recall it, the faster it seemed to fade.

She bit her lip and silently cursed herself. Her body was completely worked up – hot, tingling, and flushed. She had never been so aroused in her life – only in these dreams. And this was the fourth one already!

She swallowed dryly, wondering what it was all about. It was so strange for her… The dreams had always been about a girl, and Daria suspected it was the same one, but she could never remember the girl’s face.

Daria was utterly confused. She had never been attracted to girls before – at least that she was aware of – and yet these dreams had caused such incredibly powerful feelings in her. Feelings beyond anything she’d ever felt in real life for anyone – boys or girls.

Was she a lesbian? She had no idea. She didn’t want to throw a label on herself on the basis of a few dreams, especially when she didn’t feel anything particular for girls while she was awake.

But still, she couldn’t deny the power of those dreams. They were so powerful and so strong, and they awakened such wonderful feelings in her that made her feel so alive, so full of passion and desire.

She kind of hated to admit it to herself, but she secretly loved those dreams. They were so thrilling and so sexual and so intense. She was getting to the point where she kind of wished for them each night. They provided a welcome dose of excitement to her otherwise average, boring life.

So what if they were about a girl, she started to think. They were only dreams. It’s not like she was doing anything in real life. And besides, only she knew about them. They were her own private little secret.

Even so, at the same time, they were incredibly frustrating. They got Daria all worked up and excited beyond her wildest dreams, and then somehow they managed to stop right when she was about to do something really exciting and naughty, like kiss the girl. She desperately wanted the dream to continue, but after she woke up, her adrenaline was going so fast there was no way she was getting back to sleep.

It was also frustrating that she couldn’t remember the girl’s face. It always seemed like while she was dreaming, she was always looking right at the girl and into her eyes, which was part of why it was so exciting.

She knew the girl was pretty – the prettiest girl she’d ever seen, in fact. So pretty it made her whole body weak. But for the life of her, she couldn’t remember any specifics. If she could, maybe she could think about the girl during the day and get that same feeling back, maybe do a little bit of daydreaming. But without any specifics, there was nothing to hold on to, and nothing she could use to piece together the memory and recreate that feeling.

Daria bit her lip and looked over at her nightstand clock. It was 5:15 am. There was no point in trying to go back to sleep, since she would have to get up for school in another half hour. So she lay awake in bed and let her mind run wild, which was pretty much the only thing she could do.

Daria was sixteen, and a junior in high school. She had never had a boyfriend – didn’t see the point, really – and spent most of her time focusing on school and getting good grades. In fact, she hadn’t even really given sex much thought at all… until these dreams, that is. Thinking about sex had never really done much for her, and she never really had a desire to explore that side of life. She never masturbated – again, not really seeing the point – and never had any sexual urges – at least, none that she thought were worth spending any time on.

But lately things were different. These dreams had started a few weeks ago, and there was quite a gap between the first and second ones. But then the third one followed just a few days after the second one, and this one came just a few days after that. This was already the second one she’d had this week.

These dreams were awakening something in her body she didn’t know she had. Something deep and primal and powerfully sexual. A few weeks ago, Daria would have laughed if anyone asked her if she was a sexual person, but now she wasn’t so sure. These feelings were so intense and so wonderful, she was now starting to see the appeal and why people seemed to talk about sex so much.

Still, it’s not like she had any sexual experience to speak of, and she wouldn’t know what the hell to do if she was presented with an opportunity. All she had were urges. But, oh, what wonderful, incredibly thrilling urges!

All she could hope for was to keep having them and to try harder every time to hang on to those dreams before they faded from her memory. Maybe, just maybe, she would even be able to stay asleep long enough to actually DO something with that mystery girl! She could only hope.

Daria sighed and rolled onto her side. She looked across the room at the bed against the opposite wall and saw the small form of her sister under the sheets, breathing softly. Daria felt her heart melt as she lingered on her sister’s form. Miley was the one person in the world she loved more than anything else.

While most kids her age were idiots and only cared about partying or boyfriends or doing stupid stuff, Miley was different. She was sweet, kind, and incredibly intelligent. Miley was only fourteen and had just started high school, but already she was getting even better grades and was showing more promise and potential than Daria had at that age. Daria had no doubt Miley would go far in life – she might even end up changing the world one day.

Daria loved her sister so much. She was so impressed with how she was growing up and was so incredibly proud of her. All through junior high, Miley had gone against the grain and stayed ahead of her class, keeping her focus, not doing any of the stupid things her peers did. Daria had been incredibly impressed with that.

And now that she was in high school, Miley was already a member of five different clubs, on the swim team, and heading the honor roll committee for her class. She was destined for greatness, Daria just knew it. She had long conversations with Miley about staying focused and being future-oriented. They bonded over their knack for their studies and commiserated over being somewhat socially outcast. Neither had very many close friends, but they had each other. And that’s what mattered.

Daria was also shocked at what a beautiful young woman Miley was becoming. Miley was already much prettier than she was, and seemingly growing more and more beautiful by the day. If she kept this up, there would be no stopping what she could do in the world!

But still, Daria knew that with beauty came a price. She was careful to caution Miley against the distraction of boys and keep her mind focused on her studies. Daria knew that Miley really looked up to her, and she paid close attention to anything Daria said, following her advice to a T.

Their father had left when they were in single digits, and their mother worked fulltime, so in a sense, it kind of felt like Daria had raised her sister. It had certainly brought them closer together. Daria knew that no matter what happened in life, whatever college or career choices came their way, they would always have each other. And that was incredibly comforting.

Daria kept letting her mind go, thinking about all the wonderful times she and Miley had over the years and how incredibly proud of her she was. It was so nice and relaxing, and seemed to distract her almost completely from the frustration of her dream earlier.

It wasn’t long before Daria’s alarm finally went off and she sighed, knowing she would have to stop yet another wonderful train of thought to get out of bed and get ready for school.

As she climbed out of bed, she saw Miley stir. Daria took a moment to watch her sister wake up, just marveling at what an amazing, beautiful person she was.

Slowly, Miley turned over and opened her puffy eyes, her gaze settling on Daria.

Daria smiled.

“Hey,” Miley said, groggily.

“Hey, sis,” Daria smiled. “Sleep well?”

Miley nodded slowly. “Yeah, too well, I think,” she said. “It sucks to have to get up now.”

Daria chuckled. “I know what you mean.”

She held her sister’s gaze, smiling sweetly.

Miley smiled back, and Daria was once again so incredibly grateful for the connection they had together.

She sighed, resigning herself to the day. “Well… mind if I use the bathroom first?”

Miley slowly shook her head. “Go ahead,” she said in a slightly gravelly voice.

Daria turned and walked to the bathroom, and as she did, she felt something a little curious. She looked down at herself and her heart practically pounded out of her chest.

The entire crotch of her panties was completely damp and darkened with moisture!

She was mortified! She had just been standing right in front of her sister, carrying on a conversation!

Had Miley noticed? Oh God, that would have been horrible!

Daria tried to keep her cool as she walked into the bathroom and closed and locked the door. Then she fell back against the wall, staring at herself in the mirror, panting with shock.

She couldn’t believe it! It was SO OBVIOUS! There was no way Miley could have missed it. Oh God, what must she be THINKING?That I’d peed!That I’d… MASTURBATED!

Daria panicked as she reached over, spinning the roll of toilet paper, and tore off a bunch. She began wiping the front of her panties, but that did absolutely nothing. She then pulled the waistband of her panties away from her body and looked down. Her eyes widened in shock. There was a thick, gooey puddle of fluid on the crotch of her panties with several thick strands stretching up to her puffy, swollen pussy lips.

What the hell had happened to her? She quickly shoved the wadded toilet paper down into her panties and began soaking up the fluids, wiping herself as well. She pulled the wad back out and inspected it, scrunching her nose as she looked at the thick, creamy fluid coating the wad. She leaned her nose close to it and immediately pulled back, eyes wide. It was SO strong! She threw the toilet paper into the toilet and then sat down and started to pee.

As she peed, she looked down into the crotch of her panties that was staring right up at her from between her legs. It was absolutely soaked. She didn’t know how she’d be able to hide it from her sister. She would have to walk out of the bathroom eventually, and Miley would be walking in. Surely she would see it again! 

Daria contemplated pulling another pair of dirty panties out of the laundry and putting those on, but that would be just as suspicious, she thought. Miley would surely wonder why she had changed her panties before she’d even taken a shower. What was she going to do?

She decided she would just get in the shower and unlock the door so Miley could brush her teeth. It was the only way. They didn’t usually share the bathroom like this, being respectful of each other’s space. Even though they shared a room, the bathroom was always a private space where they would be alone. But this time Daria didn’t have a choice.

She finished peeing and wiped herself, then took off all her clothes and threw them in the hamper. Then she turned on the shower, unlocked the door, and stepped in the shower under the water.

“Hey!” Daria called out once she was in the shower. “Sorry, I just needed to get in the shower. I just felt really nasty for some reason…”

As soon as she said it, she realized she could have given herself away. She cursed herself, squeezing her eyes shut. “Um… So… you can go ahead and brush your teeth or whatever. The door’s unlocked!”

“Oh… okay!” Miley called out, her tone clearly acknowledging the unusualness of the situation.

A few seconds later, Daria heard the bathroom door open. She felt a strange sensation as her sister entered the room. Somehow, it felt like Miley was invading on her personal space and Daria was acutely aware of the nakedness of her body in the presence of her sister, even though the shower doors were heavily frosted. It was a strange sensation, but not entirely uncomfortable. Daria couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it was definitely weird.

“Hey, um…” Miley began. “I’ve gotta pee… Is that okay?”

Daria realized she was trapped. She couldn’t deny her sister one of the body’s most basic urges, especially when she wasn’t doing anything to directly prevent her.

“Um, yeah! Sure,” she said, trying to be as casual as possible.

She was surprised at how shaken up her “underwear situation” had gotten her.

Daria heard the toilet lid go up and somehow it seemed magnified in the small room. The toilet was right next to the shower and no matter how much Daria tried, she found herself unable to ignore it.

Her eyes shifted over, and through the frosted glass, she could see the blurry form of her sister pull down her panties and sit down on the toilet. Something twitched inside of Daria – she didn’t know why. Why was she even looking that way? She turned her head away and tried to focus on washing herself, but a few seconds later, she began to hear Miley’s pee hitting the water.

Somehow the sound, just like the toilet lid, was magnified in her head and she couldn’t shake the image of her sister sitting on the toilet peeing. It was an image that had never entered her mind before and it was strangely unsettling. For the entire duration of Miley’s pee, Daria couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was weird, and twisted, she knew, so why was she doing it? She had no idea. Suddenly she realized her heart was pounding and her stomach was tying itself in knots. The only other time she had felt like that was…

No! Stop!Daria shook her head and pushed those thoughts away. What the hell was wrong with her? It must be all her nerves from freaking out about her panties earlier… and all the crazy things she had felt in her dream. They were playing all kinds of tricks on her and it was really weird and freaky.

Suddenly, Daria heard the toilet flush and she kept her eyes closed so she wouldn’t be tempted to look out through the frosted glass again and see her sister pull her underwear back up. It was a good thing she didn’t see her wiping, either, she thought. Wait, shit! Why am I thinking it now? Stop it, Daria, stop it!

A few seconds later, Miley had turned on the faucet and began washing her face and brushing her teeth. That, at least, was far less distracting.

Daria pushed everything out of her head, focusing on washing herself. She forced herself to think of all the things she had to get done that day and all the assignments that were coming up in her classes. That definitely distracted her and she was able to finish washing herself until Miley finally walked out of the bathroom and closed the door, leaving Daria alone in the bathroom.

 

After that incredibly strange morning, Daria seemed to have no problem getting back to what was really important – her studies. She was applying to colleges next year and had already started doing some preliminary research on it. It was so exhausting and time-consuming, it took up most of the afternoon. Daria went the whole rest of the day trying to forget, as much as possible, the strange events of that morning. That night, she actually made a point of NOT wishing for another dream like she had the previous night.

And she didn’t. The next day she woke up refreshed and ready to start the day anew. She was glad she had one less thing to worry about as she threw herself completely into her studies and college research.

The next day was just the same, only as she was doing her history homework, for an ever-so-brief moment, she found herself wanting to feel again like she felt in those dreams. It had been a while – well, only a few days – and she was starting to… want it again? She didn’t know. It did feel so incredible, she remembered. But it was also a terrible distraction. Maybe it was best she didn’t have those dreams anymore, after all.

 

And then… there she was, like a miracle, the girl of her dreams. All the incredible sensations came back to her, the heat, the buildup, the desire.

Daria was hot and flushed. She couldn’t help it. She wanted it. This time, she really wanted it. The girl created so much heat in her, so much life. And she was so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful. She stirred such incredible passions in Daria, she felt like anything was possible.

Daria felt her breathing increase. She couldn’t believe she was here with her again… She wanted her so badly, more than anything. She was flushed and hot, and her body tingled all over. The girl was so soft, so sensual, so feminine.

Daria felt herself tremble in the face of this girl’s exquisite beauty. The attraction between them was like nothing she’d ever felt. Somehow she knew the girl was feeling the exact same things she was. She could see it in her face, feel it in her heat, smell it emanating from her. They looked at each other, breathing deeply, knowing they both wanted it more than anything.

The girl reached out her soft, delicate hands to touch Daria, and Daria reached out to touch the girl’s soft, smooth skin. Warmth. Heat. Shudders ran up and down their bodies. Their breathing got hotter and heavier. They were close, so close.

Daria could feel the girl’s heat against her and it drove her wild. She could feel the girl’s hot breath on her face, her hot, wonderful, delicious breath. Daria breathed it in and shuddered. It was so sexy, so feminine.

There was an understanding between them, an attraction they felt deep inside their bodies. They both wanted it, to kiss. They both desperately wanted to feel their lips on each other. It would be so wonderful, so thrilling, so hot.

Daria leaned her face toward the girl’s and tilted it at an angle. The girl moved right with her, tilting her head in the opposite direction. They were breathing hot and heavy, right against each other’s mouths.

Daria could smell the girl’s scent – her body, her aroma, her breath. It was intoxicating beyond her wildest imagination. Somehow she knew – they both knew – this kiss would be more than just a kiss. It was the culmination of something, but she couldn’t tell what. Right then, she really didn’t care. She just wanted to kiss the girl. Feel her lips on hers. Get to the point she’d always longed for but had never been able to achieve.

Her body ached like never before. She trembled, her heart pounded, her sex throbbed. Then, she leaned forward, and their lips made contact, wonderful, glorious, intense contact.

The thrills and sensations that coursed through Daria’s body at that moment were unlike anything she had ever felt. It was powerfully intense and she found herself gasping desperately for breath. All her nerves were alive and throbbing with a fiery electricity that thrilled her. It was indescribable – so wonderful, so thrilling, and so powerful. She felt better than she ever had in her life. She felt her heart melt and felt intensely connected with this girl, more than she realized previously.

It was like a light bulb went on and she suddenly realized who it was. She’d known it all along, she realized, but now, with this kiss and this thrilling rush of sensations, the clarity of it was obvious. Daria felt another incredible rush course through her as she kissed her sister Miley, happy that she was giving her the same thrilling rush she was experiencing right then.

Daria’s eyes opened in a flash. She was gasping for breath. It was dark and she was still in her bed. Her body still tingled from the incredible intensity of the sensations she’d just experienced. For a second, all she felt was bliss – wonderful, thrilling bliss. And then in the next second, she recalled her dream, and the clarity of who the girl was hit her like a ton of bricks.

She had been thinking about Miley, her own sister, her OWN SISTER! What the hell was wrong with her? Daria’s stomach churned and she felt like she was going to be sick. But the sensations… they had felt so incredible… They were stronger and more intense this time than they’d ever been. What the hell was happening to her?

Daria was so confused. She buried her face in her pillow and tried to forget everything. But it wouldn’t go away. Images of Miley flashed through her mind – sitting in front of her, breathing heavily, hot, flushed, awakening those feelings in Daria all over again. Daria tossed around again in frustration. Was she going crazy?

Daria knew she had to relax. She lay still and took several deep breaths to calm herself down. She was smart. She could figure this out. There had to be a rational explanation for all this.

She ran through several possibilities in her head. Maybe Miley had, for some reason, just popped into her head at the last minute and the mystery girl hadn’t really been her at all. But the more Daria thought about that, the more she knew it wasn’t true.

Each time she thought about Miley being the mystery girl, she felt a knot of nausea in the pit of her stomach, but she also felt her heart thump harder and a thrilling twinge throughout the rest of her body that was eerily similar to the arousal she’d felt in the dream. She knew it was wrong to think about her sister that way, but somehow her body overrode that. She couldn’t control what she felt, and when she thought about the girl in her dreams being Miley, she felt an erotic rush.

What did this mean? Was she attracted to her little sister?? Daria thought about Miley and all the times they’d shared, all the things they’d done together. She felt so much love for her sister it was overwhelming.

And then, suddenly, she realized how close they were. They had been close their whole lives. Even when the option to get their own rooms came up, they decided to stay in the same room together because they were that happy being around each other. Miley was the one person in her life she loved more than anything. Could it be possible she loved her in a sexual way too?

Daria bit her lip and admitted to herself that her sister was extraordinarily beautiful. Sometimes she would just look at her and simply marvel that anyone could be so gorgeous. But even those times, she surely didn’t feel anything sexual toward her, did she? Were these dreams somehow expressing feelings she’d always felt but never wanted to confront? She remembered Freud’s theories on dreams, but that couldn’t be true, could it? Everyone agreed Freud was outdated. Right?

Daria let these thoughts play around in her head until her alarm went off again. She looked across the room and saw Miley begin to stir. Something inside her stomach churned and she realized she couldn’t deal with Miley right now. She couldn’t even look at her. It was too confusing. So she did the only thing she could think of and pretend to be asleep.

Daria lay completely still as she heard her sister slowly get up and turn off the alarm. She heard Miley climb out of bed and walk over to her own bed. A tingle rushed through her body. Then she felt Miley’s hand on her shoulder, her soft, gentle, feminine hand. Daria felt another thrill rush through her that she couldn’t ignore. It was wonderful and she hated herself for feeling it.

“Hey,” Miley whispered. “Time to get up.”

Daria just groaned, pretending to be asleep. “You go ahead,” she said, her eyes still closed. “I’ll be up in a minute.”

“’Kay,” Miley said, and walked off toward the bathroom, closing the door.

Daria snapped her eyes open.

What the hell am I going to do? I can’t avoid my sister like this forever. We live together. Hell, we live in the same room! 

She started to panic, not seeing any easy way out of this problem. Then she shook her head and told herself to focus. First things was first. She had to get out of bed.

Then she remembered what happened last time. Daria slid her hand down between her legs and felt her panties were thoroughly soaked. Her eyes popped open wide in surprise. Not only that, but her pussy was incredibly sensitive to the touch – more so than it had ever been.

She threw off her sheets and sat up. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them back. Her eyes widened as she saw that there was an even bigger puddle of fluid than there had been last time and it completely covered her crotch. She had to clean this up.

Daria stood up, perhaps a little too fast, as her head suddenly felt faint. Slowly, she regained her senses and ran to her drawer to grab a new pair of panties. She slowly began to pull the ones she had on down, pressing them tight against her body as she tried to wipe away all the fluids that covered her.

When she got to her pussy, wiping heavily across it, she gasped, her knees momentarily going weak. She couldn’t believe how sensitive she was down there! She pulled her panties all the way off, wadded them up, and continued to wipe the excess fluids that still coated her pussy. Then she tossed them into the hamper and put on a clean pair just as she heard the bathroom door open.

“Hey,” Miley said, stepping out into the room.

“H-hey…” Daria said, still terribly flustered.

Miley looked up at her sister, curiously.

“You okay?” she asked.

Daria was startled.

Did she suspect something?

“Uh… Y-yeah, it’s… It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

Miley looked skeptical.

“You look a little… I dunno, startled or something.”

“Uh, no… No, I’m… I’m fine,” Daria stuttered. She knew Miley would never buy it. She thought quickly. “I just… I just had a… a bad dream, that’s all,” she said, praying Miley would be satisfied with that.

Miley just raised her eyebrows nonchalantly. “Oh,” she said, and walked back to her side of the room.

Daria breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well… I’m gonna pop in the shower, if that’s okay with you,” she said.

“Sure, go ahead,” Miley said.

Daria rushed into the bathroom, closing and locking the door, relieved to finally have some time and space to herself.

As she sat on the toilet peeing, she was surprised to find that she was actually catching her breath. What is wrong with me?She kept thinking over and over again.

When she finally climbed into the shower, she took a deep breath and tried to relax. Everything had been so hectic so far, it was nice to have some warm water cascading over her body and some time to think.

She was so surprised at how sensitive her private parts were, she knew there had to be a reason. Why was it so much more intense last night? She had never felt anything like it. It was so powerful, it was almost like… and then it hit her.

It was an orgasm.I just had my very first orgasm. 

That’s why it was so intense. It made perfect sense. Her mind spun at the realization. As she recalled the sensations she’d felt, she realized it had been the most incredible and powerful feeling she’d ever experienced.

And then her stomach flipped. The moment she had the orgasm was the moment she finally kissed the dream girl, and the moment she realized the dream girl was her sister. The idea of kissing her own sister had made her come for the very first time.

Daria’s mind spun even more. She didn’t know if she could handle how heavy all this was. She loved that sensation dearly, and desperately wanted to experience it again.

But she got it while thinking about her sister! And she had never come close to anything like it before in her life. Would she ever again? Was she doomed to link an orgasm with thoughts of her sister? Is that what she would have to think about if she ever wanted another one? What the hell was wrong with her?!

Daria was tired of thinking. She tried to shut her mind off as best she could and finish her shower.

Continue on to Chapter 2

My Family, Friends and Sex chapter 28

  • Posted on May 23, 2018 at 8:41 am

by Purple Les

I slammed the Gandhi book closed. I knew it happened a long time ago but I started to cry. Mom came over and sat on the couch next to me and said, “What’s wrong?”

“He got killed! I mean I knew he’d been dead for a long long time. I didn’t know he died like that. He was shot to death! Why, Mom? Why do all the good people get murdered? It’s not fair!”

Mom put her arm around me and held me close.

“I know,” Mom said, “Sometimes when people don’t like an idea, like peace and love, someone can kill the person who’s idea it was but they can’t kill the idea. Try to remember that, Angel. There’s always a better way than violence.”

Mom held me till I was cried out. I couldn’t help but think a lot about it though. I was just a kid and yet I knew from history class and TV all the good people who’d been murdered.

Winter and spring were having a big fight. The snow on the ground kept getting lower till I could see shapes of things under the snow. I began to see the picnic table in our back yard though it was still covered in white snow but you could now tell it was there.

The road had become bare enough that I dared to get my bicycle out of the garage. It was a Monday. The air was cold but the sun was nice. Mom had decided to go to work for a few hours. We were off from school for a holiday.

I rode down the road to the Tran’s restaurant. They were really busy so I didn’t even bother to go in and visit Mary. I rode into town and stopped at the comic book store.

I bought a couple of new comic books and stuffed them under my shirts after I left the store for the ride home.

I saw a man outside. I’d never seen him around town before. He didn’t see me but I saw him bump into Mrs Links. I saw him talk to her to say he was sorry for bumping into her. As he talked I saw him take Mrs Links’s wallet out of her purse.

I saw Officer Sanchez going into the sheriff office. I ran over there fast as I could. I was all out of breath and started coughing but I told Officer Sanchez and Sheriff Johnson what I’d just seen.

Officer Sanchez was out the door like a bullet. Sheriff Johnson pulled on his coat and put his hat on and as he went out the door, he said, “You wait right here, Katy.”

I watched out the window. Mrs Link had already started walking home with a bag of groceries. Officer Sanchez had the man against a wall. He was yelling at her but she didn’t seem to pay any attention to him as she put handcuffs on him. Then he seemed to shut up all together when Sheriff Johnson got up to them.

All three of them came through the door a couple minutes later. He was a scary looking man. They took him out back to the cells. They came out after awhile.

“Dang, Sanchez.” Sheriff Johnson said, “I know I’ve seen him before. Pull out the posters will ya, and help me look through them.”

Officer Sanchez came back with a whole big stack of wanted posters like they have in the post office. They split them up and were looking thru them.

“Hey, Chief!” Sandie exclaimed, “Here he is!” She handed the poster over to Sheriff Johnson.

He read the poster aloud, “Frank Ketchum A.K.A. Frank Pastor wanted for…” Then the Sheriff started reading it more to himself and I couldn’t tell what he was saying. Then he handed the poster back to Sandie.

Something started to come in on their fax machine and Officer Sanchez said, “Here’s the reply for the prints we sent on him, Chief. He’s wanted all over. The State Police will pick him up here in a couple hours.”

Sheriff Johnson rumpled my hair and said, “You’re a real cracker jack kid, Katy. Sanchez, open up the safe and count out two hundred dollars and get the paper work in order.” Sheriff Johnson smiled at me and said, “Says there’s a cash reward for this man and you just earned it, Katy.”

Sandie handed me the money. I’d never seen so much money at once in my whole life. And it was mine. I was rich. They had me sign a paper and I looked at the money again. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. It was really happening.

I looked out the window and saw Mrs Links walking back into town. She must have got home and missed her wallet. It looked like she was walking back to the store to see if she had forgot her wallet there. I told the Sheriff and Sandie.

Sheriff Johnson shook his head sadly. “She didn’t have a dollar left in that wallet. Frank back there sure picked the wrong purse to go and get sent back to prison for. Poor woman, with her drunk husband and all those kids.”

I knew all about them. One of the Links kids was in my class. They were poor. I mean Mom was poor, but nothing like the Links family. I figured they could maybe use two hundred dollars more than I could. Maybe it would help them a little bit for a little while.

“Um, Sheriff, maybe you could give this reward to Mrs Links. You know, to help them out a little. I know they won’t take charity, maybe you could think of a way to tell her it’s hers somehow.”

Sheriff Johnson and Sandie stared at me.

“You sure you really want to do that, Katy?” The Sheriff asked.

“Yeah, as long as nobody knows I gave it to her. I mean you guys promise not to tell my mom or anyone I did that, and I’d be okay with it.”

Sheriff Johnson grabbed a tissue and blew his nose.

Then he said, “Sanchez, go take Mrs Links’ wallet to her and give her this reward money. Tell her she’s the one entitled to it. Explain most of what happened but leave Katy out of it.”

Sandie wiped something out of her eye and went running out the door. The Sheriff rumpled my hair again as I went out the door.

As I got on my bike I saw Sandie had met Mrs Links coming out of the store. Sandie was holding the wallet up and talking, then I saw Sandie hand Mrs Links the money. Mrs Links was crying and laughing and hugging Sandie, that made me feel kind of good.

I felt good till halfway home when the chain came off my bike. I did what Mom would do and swore at my bike for a few minutes. Then I made my hands all greasy trying to get it back on again. I couldn’t get it back on right and walked the bike the rest of the way home.

I put my bike in the garage. I wiped my greasy hands off on my pants and went in to the house. I had grease all over my face. I put my clothes in the hamper and took a bath.

After I finally scrubbed myself clean, I went to up to my bedroom. It was getting dark out and I decided to just put on my pajamas and bathrobe.

Mom was sitting on the couch when I came downstairs. I hadn’t even heard her come home. That wouldn’t have happened if we still had the pickup truck, but the car was real quiet.

I scrunched up next to her on the couch. She told me about her day at work. While she talked I opened up the locket she was wearing. Inside on one side was a tiny picture of Mom as a little kid with her mom, who was my Grandma. On the other side was a tiny picture of me as a little kid with Mom and Dad.

I closed it as Mom finished talking and she asked what I wanted for dinner. We finally decided we’d have breakfast for dinner. Mom would make pancakes.

“Do you remember what I’ve told you about my locket?” Mom asked me.

“Sure,” I answered. “Great Grandma gave it to Grandma who gave it you and someday when I’m a big girl you’ll give it to me.”

“That’s right, Angel.” Then Mom took off the locket and put it on me. “It’s yours now. Keep it safe in your jewelry box and just wear it on special occasions.”

I wore it all through dinner. When Mom came up to tuck me in I still had it on.

“Okay, Katy. You can’t sleep with it on.”

Mom helped me take it off and I got up and put it in my jewelry box.

“Why did you give it to me today, Mom?”

“Because I think you’re a big girl now, Angel. You know two hundred dollars would have bought you a lot of comic books or a new bike.”

“I liked how it made me feel inside to give it away. Dang it! I’ll never trust a grownup again. Sheriff Johnson and Sandie weren’t supposed to say anything to you or anyone about it.”

“They didn’t. I haven’t seen or talked to either one of them.”

“Then how’d you know?”

Mom kissed my head and tucked me in and said, “Mothers know everything their child does. Don’t ever forget that. Goodnight and sweet dreams, Angel.”

I fell asleep wondering how Moms can do that.

It was Wednesday. It was after school and after I’d put on my play clothes I filled up the bird feeder. I didn’t see something under the snow and it got caught on my leg and I tripped and fell. My ankle hurt so much Mom took me to the emergency care place near the next town. It wasn’t broken but real sprained. I had to stay off it for a few days.

Mom stayed home from work and I stayed home from school. Mary would drop off my homework for me on her way home from school and pick it up in the morning to take to Mrs Collins for me. It was the best part of the day, getting to spend a little bit of time with Mary.

To do something besides watch TV Mom got out the old guitar and played the song she knew. She sang along with it. The next day she taught me how to play the song.

Friday afternoon Mary dropped my homework off. I told her I’d be back to school on Monday. She gave me a big kiss and went on home.

Late Saturday morning Mom came back from the farmers’ market. Mom said, “Mrs Collins will be by in a little bit. She has a test you missed Friday.”

I’d taken a bath that morning and was wearing clean pajamas. I’d been mostly on the couch or Mom’s bed because of my ankle.

The doorbell rang and Mom let Mrs Collins in. Mom had the wood stove going and I didn’t have my robe or a blanket on cause it was so warm. I felt really funny when Mrs Collins walked in and I was laying on the couch in just my pajamas.

Well, I took the test laying there while Mrs Collins visited with my mom in the kitchen. When I was done I yelled out and Mrs Collins graded it while sitting on the coffee table right next to me.

“Seventy five percent, Katy.” Mrs Collins said as she handed the test back to me. She went over the ones I’d got wrong while Mom sat in the easy chair listening to us.

Mrs Collins said something but I’d been daydreaming. I felt so weird being there in front of Mrs Collins in just my pajamas. I didn’t want to have the tingles down there but they started to happen. I tried to think of things that were awful so the tingles would go away.

Then I heard Mom say, “Katy! Mrs Collins asked you a question. I’m sorry, Kay. She just goes off in a daydream sometimes.”

“Yes, I’ve seen it happen to her many times. Mostly during math,” Mrs Collins said.

“I’m sorry. What did you ask me?”

“I asked if you were still having those dreams about me,” Mrs Collins said.

Now I felt my face get hot and my hands felt cold. I looked away down the hallway.

“Answer her, Katy.” Mom said.

I looked towards the kitchen and said, “Um, yeah, I still have them.”

I saw Mrs Collins look at Mom. Mrs Collins took my hand and held it.

Mrs Collins said, “It’s all right. Look at me, Katy.”

I looked at her.

“I bet,” Mrs Collins said, “That if I were to kiss you for real your dreams about me would stop. If I kissed you right now I’m sure you’d break up laughing or be grossed out. Shall we try?”

I didn’t think either of those things would happen but I said, “Okay, we could try kissing.”

Mrs Collins slowly moved off the coffee table on to her knees next to me and gently pressed her hot soft lips against mine. She pulled her head back and gave me a pretty smile. Her brown eyes looked sparkly.

Now I really had the tingles down there.

“Maybe we should do it again,” I suggested.

She moved her head back down towards mine.

When our lips met I reached up and put my arms around her neck. I opened my mouth a little and soon our tongues were in each other’s mouths. We kissed forever it felt like.

Then she pulled her head back and said, “Are you okay? Should we stop?”

“I’m okay.” I answered, “It’s just so warm in here.”

“Perhaps I should help you be more comfortable first.” Mrs Collins spoke softly to me.

I just lay there and she moved her hands up under my pajama tops. I hoped we’d get sexy but I didn’t think it would really happen but now she was pulling my pajama bottoms down. I lifted my hips up and she pulled them down to my knees. She couldn’t see anything cause my tops came way down to my thighs. She very carefully took them the rest of the way off me and put them on the back of the couch.

Mrs Collins ran her hands up and down my legs a few times. I could feel her fingertips like they were electric on me.

She said, “Still warm, Katy?”

My mouth got all dry so I just nodded my head “Yes”. I couldn’t believe I’d just kissed my teacher and now I was half naked.

“Then maybe we should take your top off too. Is that okay?” Mrs Collins asked me.

I nodded “Yes” again.

She said, “Sit up for me.”

I sat up and watched her unbutton my top and slide it off me and put it with my pajama bottoms. Then she had me lay back down. It was hotter than my dreams. There I was bare naked for real in front of Mrs Collins.

She looked at me up and down and said, “What a perfect little girl. Just perfect. Shall we kiss again?”

I nodded “Yes” again and held my arms out to her.

She moved her lips against mine again and I felt even hotter than before. She pulled her head back after a minute.

She smiled at me.

“You are a wonderful kisser,” Mrs Collins said.

Then she looked away from me. She moved back on her knees a few inches and said, “Yes, so beautiful. I can’t think of anything in the world more beautiful than a mother and daughter nude together.”

I wondered what she was talking about. I turned my head some and Mom was standing by the couch. I guess while we’d been doing all that kissing Mom had taken off all her clothes. My heart was beating so hard I could hear it. Me and Mom were both bare naked in front of my teacher.

Mom moved over by Mrs Collins and helped her stand up. Mom gave Mrs Collins a big long kiss. It looked so hot I had to put my hand over my little bare pussy and touch myself a little bit.

“In your dreams, Katy, how does Mrs Collins look?” Mom asked me after they stopped kissing.

I stared at Mrs Collins and Mom. Seeing them like that, Mom naked and Mrs Collins with all her clothes on made me get wetter.

“Well,” I started, “In my dreams she’s always dressed like I see her in school. But then she gets naked. Except there’s always something blocking my view. I know she’s naked but I can’t see nothing.”

Mom put a hand on Mrs Collins boob and started to rub it and then Mom said, “Well, Kay, why don’t you let her see you nude for real. Maybe that’s what she needs to make the dreams about you stop.”

I had to start to rub my pussy as I watched my mom slowly undress my teacher. I had my little come as I saw Mom get on her knees and tug down Mrs Collins panties.

They both stood together naked looking at me.

Mrs Collins looked a lot like her daughter, Amy, except Mrs Collins boobs were bigger and hung down some. Her nipples were bigger too and real hard. Mrs Collins had a big triangle of hair over her pussy. It looked like she trimmed it. Her hips were bigger and more curvy than Amy’s.

“Carol, did she just have a come?” Mrs Collins asked my mom.

Mom was playing with Mrs Collins nipples.

“Yes, Kay. She came just watching us. The thing is though, Katy has a come, then she continues and has a bigger come. Kay? Would you like to give my little nine-year-old daughter her big come?”

Mrs Collins looked at me.

“May I, Katy? May I give you your big come now?”

My voice sounded more high and squeaky than normal.

“Yes, please make me come again, Mrs Collins.”

Mrs Collins sure took her time. She planted hot kisses all over my face and ears and neck. She moved the kisses slowly down my chest spending time on each of my nipples. She kissed my hips and tummy. Then she moved to my knees and thighs and slowly kissed her way up to my pussy.

First she just kissed my wet slit lightly and gently. Next she started to use her tongue on it.

Mom bent over and whispered something in Mrs Collins ear.

Mrs Collins lifted her head a moment and said, “Oh, really?”

Then Mrs Collins said to me, “Turn over on your tummy.”

After I turned over, Mrs Collins said, “I love your ass. Just a perfect ass, I love it.”

Then she put a couch pillow under my tummy and my butt was sticking up in the air.

I felt her lick my pussy before she put a finger up my tight little pussy hole. Then she began to lick my butt hole.

I was rubbing my clit against the pillow while she slowly moved her finger around in my pussy and quickly moved her tongue in and out of my asshole.

I put my face against the couch and yelled, “Oh, golly fuck! Don’t stop! I’m… coming!”

I moaned and sighed and laughed and wiggled and my toes went all numb.

It seemed like I came a long time. And after I’d stopped coming, Mrs Collins kept kissing my butt cheeks and legs and back.

Mom knelt down by Mrs Collins.

Mom said to me, “Turn back over on your back.”

Then she moved the pillow out from under me.

After I was on my back again Mom said to Mrs Collins, “Now kiss her pussy some more and then kiss me.”

Mrs Collins licked my pussy again for a few minutes and I had another little come. Then she kissed my mom.

They were both on their knees and as they kissed they pressed their tits together and grabbed each other’s ass.

They stopped kissing and moved back from each other a little and started rubbing each other’s pussy. They looked like they might come. Then all of a sudden Mom stopped. Mom got up and half knelt on the couch. She put her pussy over my face.

Mom said, “Show Mrs Collins what a good little pussy eater you are.”

Then Mom slowly lowered herself enough till I could start licking her. I licked her till she seemed like she might cum then she stood up and got back on her knees on the floor and kissed me on the mouth.

After Mom broke the kiss she said, “I just love tasting my pussy on my little Angel’s face. Now stand up, Kay. I want Katy to lick you now.”

Mom helped position Mrs Collins over my face.

Mrs Collins pussy came slowly toward my mouth. I loved looking at her pussy lips. They were all swollen and wet.

As they reached my mouth I started licking them. Mrs Collins bent forward some and I stuck two fingers in her pussy and sucked her clit. She cupped my pussy with her hand.

I heard Mom say, “It’s all right, Kay. Just go ahead and come right on Katy’s face. She loves it.”

And Mrs Collins did come right on my face.

After we all kind of got over our comes we sat around naked talking. The grownups reminded me this was a secret between us. Later Mrs Collins left and me and Mom just had the rest of the day kind of quiet.

When Mom tucked me in that night I wondered to myself if that was the end of my sex dreams about Mrs Collins.

I woke up in the morning having a sex dream about Mrs Collins and her daughter.

I told Mom about when I came downstairs.

Mom laughed and said, “Well, it was worth a try anyway.”

I said, “I’m glad it didn’t work. I liked the dream I had. But I really liked having sex with Mrs Collins. Mom? Do you think maybe someday it could happen for real?”

“Could what happen?”

“That I might have sex with Amy and her mom at the same time.”

Mom kissed my head and asked what I wanted for breakfast. She didn’t give me an answer.

Continue on to Chapter 29

Way Better

  • Posted on May 21, 2018 at 10:10 am

by Your Ghost

{ This story was originally posted at The Kristen Archives in 2006 }

 Twelve year old Melissa Hunt studied the TV schedule while her mom flipped through the channels. There didn’t appear to be anything on, though. Lizzie McGuire, Melissa’s favorite show, had just ended, and now there was just dumb cop shows and doctor shows and reality shows. There were movies, too, on cable, but none of them sounded interesting.

She was just about ready to throw the schedule down and go into her room to play on the computer when her mother Gwen said, “Let’s watch this.”

Melissa looked up and saw a strange and unexpected image on the TV screen: a girl in a bunny costume, singing in a nightclub.”What is it?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.

“It’s called Better Than Chocolate,” Gwen replied, holding the remote out in front of her like a divining rod. “It’s a love story.”

“Okay.”

Melissa loved love stories. But as she snuggled up to her mom and watched the movie, she realized that this wasn’t like any love story she’d ever seen. For one thing, there weren’t any cute guys in it except for the one girl’s brother, and for another thing, it was the two main girls who were in love. They’re lesbians, Melissa realized.

They kept kissing and hugging each other over and over again, and flirting with each other… they even took a shower together, and painted each other’s bodies while they were naked. Puzzled, Melissa furrowed her brow. Why would her mother want to watch something like this? Or let her watch it, for that matter?

Not that Melissa thought it was bad or anything. In fact, it was kinda cool. The girls were really pretty, and they sure seemed to be in love. She thought it unfair that people would hate them just because they were both girls.

By the time the movie was over and love had triumphed, Melissa had decided that there wasn’t anything at all wrong with girls who wanted to be together that way.”How about some ice cream?” Gwen asked, stretching her arms.

“Sure!” Melissa replied with a big grin. She loved ice cream, even more than love stories.

“Come on, then.”

Melissa followed her mom into the kitchen. She fetched the bowls, the spoons and the ice cream scoop while Mom got the ice cream from the fridge. Chocolate, her favorite.

They sat across from each other at the table and Mom started scooping big globs of double fudge into the bowls.

“So, tell me, hon,” Gwen said as she worked, “what did you think of the movie?”

“Well,” Melissa replied, “the title of the movie was wrong.”

“Wrong? Why?”

“Because there’s nothing better than chocolate.”

Mom laughed a little and said, “Oh, I don’t know about that. There are a lot of very yummy things in this world.”

“Nothing as yummy as this,” Melissa said, then put a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.

“For one thing,” Gwen said with a smile, “I think that you’re pretty yummy, my sweet little girl.” She placed her hand on Melissa’s knee. “So… other than the title,” Gwen went on, “what did you think of the movie? Did you like it?”

Melissa shrugged, swallowed her ice cream, and said, “Yeah… it was cool.” She wanted to say more, but wasn’t exactly sure what.

“I thought it was very romantic,” Gwen offered. “And I like love stories with happy endings, too… don’t you?”

“Yeah. Sad endings suck.”

Gwen chuckled, then asked, “So… what did you think of the girls? Did you think they were pretty?”

“The girl with the red curly hair sure was. The other girl was too, but she wasn’t nearly as pretty as the red-haired girl. She was beautiful.”

“I think so, too,” Gwen said. She spooned some of her ice cream, swallowed, then asked, “What about the fact that they were both girls? Did that bother you at all?”

Melissa shrugged again and said, “No, it was cool.” She was telling the truth, but at the same time she felt a little uncomfortable. It seemed kinda weird to be talking with her mom about lesbians.

“It didn’t bother me, either,” Gwen said. “I think if two people love each other, it shouldn’t matter whether they’re a boy and a girl, or whether they’re two girls, or whatever. If they love each other, then it should be okay for them to be together.”

“Yeah, it should,” Melissa said. “But a lot of people don’t like gay people. They think they’re sick, or whatever. This girl I know at school, Ronda Gabaldon, she says gay people are evil and will burn in hell when they die.”

“That’s bullshit,” Gwen said, which surprised Melissa; her mom didn’t usually talk like that. Plus, she seemed madder than she should have been.

Melissa swallowed another glob of ice cream, then said, “Yeah, well, Ronda Gabaldon’s pretty stupid.”

*****

At ten o’clock Melissa went in to take her nightly shower. She got the water going, made sure it wasn’t too hot, then quickly stripped off her clothes and got in. She grabbed the soap and began soaping herself down, starting with her shoulders and her arms, then her chest and stomach, then her butt, legs and feet. She made sure she got everything clean, then worked some shampoo into her long blonde hair. She kneaded it into a huge lather, scrubbed and massaged, until she was confident that her hair too was clean, then took the shower head down and rinsed all the shampoo out.

Once she was done with that, Melissa turned the heat down a little bit, so that it was more warm than hot, then adjusted the shower head from spray to pulsate. She leaned against the shower wall and began directing the water over her budding breasts, closing her eyes and smiling slightly at the immediate pleasure that coursed through her. She used her free hand to caress her chest as the water gently beat on her skin, fingertips gliding, squeezing and pulling, tapering over her hardening nipples.

As she touched herself, Melissa thought about Jason Miller. He was a ninth grader, two years ahead of her, the cutest boy in Melissa’s whole middle school. She imagined Jason touching her the same way she was touching herself.

It was her favorite sex fantasy for when she was in the shower or in bed, but for some reason she was finding it sort of difficult to focus. And then he just kind of drifted away altogether, replaced by an image of those two girls from the lesbian movie.

They were in the shower too, like they’d been in the movie — naked, wet and kissing each other passionately, their glistening bodies pressed together as they embraced. The red-haired girl began caressing the blonde girl’s boobs and playing with her nipples, then she dipped her head and started kissing and sucking them.

Melissa was a little startled by this vision, but only because she’d never really thought about girls like that before. She kinda liked the idea of the girls together, though, in love and doing loving sexy things to each other.

She decided to keep thinking about it as she sprayed warm pulsating water over her boobs — only now, instead of the blonde girl from the movie, she was the one in the shower with the red-haired girl. Melissa liked that even better. She imagined herself running her fingers through the girl’s curly hair as the redhead kissed and sucked her nipples and touched her between her legs. Melissa mimicked those touches with her own hand, alternating between her breasts and her pussy.

Then she imagined the red-haired girl getting down on her knees and kissing her down there, and as she imagined that she moved the pulsating shower head so that the water hit directly on her pussy.

Within seconds she felt an orgasm pour through her, causing her to gasp and shudder with the force of it. Then another one came, and another. Melissa was surprised, almost shocked; she’d never had that many orgasms all at once before, nor were they ever so intense, even when she was thinking about Jason. It was almost like the idea of making out with a girl was better than imagining it with a boy.

But of course, it can’t be, Melissa told herself as she put the shower head back and shut off the water. It’s just a leftover thing from watching that movie. There is no way I could be turning gay. Right…?

“I’m not a lesbian,” she muttered to no one as she toweled her body dry.

*****

Melissa and her mom went to bed at midnight. They only had one bedroom, and one bed, because Gwen had to work at a job that didn’t pay her much money. It had always been this way, but Melissa didn’t mind. In fact, she had always enjoyed sharing a bed with her mom; it made her feel safe, and she was comforted by the presence of another person sleeping next to her. Plus, if she wasn’t too tired, Mom liked to stay awake and talk for a little while. Melissa liked talking in bed at night.

Mom didn’t want to talk about the stuff she normally talked about, like Melissa’s schoolwork or the shopping they had to do the next day. Instead, she wanted to talk some more about the movie they’d watched. Actually, about the girls in the movie.

“So, you thought the red-haired girl was prettier?” Mom asked.

“Yeah,” Melissa replied cautiously.

They were lying side by side, Melissa on her back and Mom facing her, really close, an arm draped over Melissa’s stomach.

“Did you like watching them together? Kissing and touching each other? Making love?”

“Yeah,” Melissa said again, suddenly feeling embarrassed because of what she’d thought about in the shower. Feeling a little excited too, which also embarrassed her. “They didn’t show that much, though. I mean, they were naked and kissing and all that, but you didn’t get to see any real sex stuff.”

“Yeah, I know,” Gwen said, sounding a little disappointed. “It’s too bad. I would have liked seeing them have sex.” She slipped her hand under Melissa’s pajama top and began to lightly rub her tummy. “Would you have liked it if they’d shown that kind of thing?”

“I dunno. I guess I wouldn’t have minded it.” Melissa was very aware of how her mom was touching her. She knew that it wasn’t exactly what a mother was supposed to do with her daughter, but Mom had always given her nice caresses like this — and besides, it felt good, so she didn’t say anything.

“I would have liked it,” Mom went on. “The two of them kissing each other’s breasts. Sucking each other’s nipples. Licking each other’s pussies. Making love the way only two women can.”

Melissa was startled by her mom’s language; she’d never heard her talk like that before. The words didn’t really sound right, coming out of her mouth, but at the same time Melissa had the sense that they belonged there. That Mom had said those words, probably to other people, and that she was comfortable with them. Maybe even turned on by them.

Melissa had to admit to herself that they turned her on too. She thought again about the fantasy she’d had in the shower, where the red-haired girl had kissed her and touched her… except now, she replaced the red-haired girl with her mother. She pictured Mom behind her closed eyes, wet and soapy as she cupped Melissa’s small breasts with both hands — then, just as she was thinking this, as if her mind was being read, Melissa felt her mom’s hand move from her belly up to her chest.

Gwen’s palm slid almost casually over Melissa’s right breast, then began to lightly squeeze and fondle it. At the same time Mom leaned in close and kissed her gently on the cheek. Melissa turned her head and looked at her and Mom kissed her again, this time on the mouth.

Mom’s lips were cool and soft, and Melissa spontaneously returned her kiss. They kissed again, then a third time, and Melissa realized that they weren’t just doing something impulsive and momentary; they were making out. Like lesbians.

A small voice inside Melissa’s head said, You shouldn’t be doing this, she’s your mom, but another part of her, a silent and yet very strong part, seemed to take control of her. Her body acted on its own, her mouth returning Gwen’s kisses, lips parting eagerly to take her mom’s tongue inside, her hands roaming over her mother’s back and shoulders, then down to her breasts. Melissa caressed Mom the same way she was being caressed, lovingly sliding her hands over Mom’s much larger breasts, gently squeezing and pulling on them. She felt Mom’s nipples in her palms, and found herself wishing she could kiss and suck on them.

Suddenly Gwen pulled her mouth away from Melissa’s and, in a husky voice, said, “God, you are so beautiful.”

Melissa didn’t know whether she should say Thank you, or You’re beautiful too, or But Mom, I’m not gay. A second later it didn’t matter, because Gwen was kissing her daughter’s face and her neck, unbuttoning Melissa’s pajama top.

Then in another few seconds she was kissing Melissa’s babyish breasts, then licking them, swirling her tongue in little circles around Melissa’s nipples — and the girl found herself unable to speak anyway. She felt her nipples getting hard, and a warm fuzzy cloud was growing in her belly.

As Gwen licked and nibbled on Melissa’s nipples, her hand moved down into her child’s pajama bottoms, then into her panties, exploring there as she continued to lavish affection on her daughter’s breasts.

Melissa responded with gasps and moans, moving her hips and arching her back, wanting more even as she told herself that she shouldn’t be liking this so much. But she did. She loved it.

After another minute or so, Gwen kissed a path down to Melissa’s stomach, licking her bellybutton and making her giggle. Then suddenly she sat up, taking hold of the waistband of Melissa’s pajama bottoms. Melissa watched as her mom pulled them down her thin legs, over her ankles and feet, then did the same thing with her panties. Melissa was naked now except for her pajama top, which was open anyhow and showing everything. She knew she should be embarrassed, but all she could really feel right then was sort of nervous, but also very excited.

Slipping her hands under the backs of Melissa’s knees, Gwen moved the girl’s legs apart, then held them there as she gazed down at Melissa’s fully exposed pussy.

“Oh, so gorgeous,” she said. She dropped her head down between Melissa’s legs and pressed her lips against her pussy. She kissed her there, then began to slowly lick, tracing a line with her tongue along the soft folds.

Raising herself up on both elbows, Melissa watched as Mom pushed her nose into her sparse tuft of pubic hair, her tongue slithering all over her pussy and even poking inside.

She couldn’t believe this was actually happening — her own mom was having lesbian sex with her! — but what Melissa found even more difficult to believe was that she was loving it. Yeah, it felt strange, and tickled a little, but it felt nice too; the fuzzy cloud in her stomach was getting bigger and warmer, and soon it became so hot inside that she couldn’t help but cry out.

Gwen continued to make love to Melissa, slipping her tongue into her pussy, then sliding it up and down her lips, and around and around her clit — until finally Melissa began to come, waves of pleasure shooting out in all directions from her pussy into her chest and arms and legs.

Melissa’s body was still trembling and tingling, and she was still trying to catch her breath when Mom sat up on the bed. She smiled down at Melissa as she slowly pulled her nightgown up over her head, then tossed it onto the floor.

Melissa’s eyes automatically traveled over her mom’s body, and she thought, Wow, she’s so pretty.

Gwen dropped back down and began kissing and licking her way up Melissa’s body; her pussy and her tummy, her boobs, her neck and face, and then finally a long French kiss on the mouth. Melissa’s legs were still spread wide and Gwen was lying between them, and as she moved up even farther, Melissa could feel her mom’s pubic hair and pussy lips sliding over her own much less hairy sex.

Now Mom’s big breasts were hovering above Melissa’s face as she said, “Go ahead, darling. Suck Mommy’s tits.” And then she lowered herself so that her boobs were right on Melissa’s face, one of them even touching her lips.

Melissa still felt like she couldn’t control what she was doing as she opened her mouth and started to lick little circles around Mom’s nipple. Then she took it in her mouth and began to gently suck it. At the same time Gwen took hold of one of Melissa’s hands and pulled it down between them until she was touching her mother’s pussy.

Melissa’s fingers moved through her mom’s pubic hair and over the lips, which were surprisingly warm and moist. She rubbed up and down, slowly at first, then more and more quickly as she continued to suck on her mom’s nipples, one after the other.

Gwen sighed and moaned and kissed the top of Melissa’s head as she began to move her hips, pushing her pussy against Melissa’s fingertips. “Oh yes!” she said in a low sensuous voice. “Oh yeah, that’s good. My good little baby. Suck Mommy’s nipples, my sweet little baby. Yes, yes…”

Melissa did her best to suck her mom’s bouncing boobs while at the same time rubbing her pussy. Gwen moaned and sighed some more as she thrust against her daughter’s fingers faster and faster, until finally she cried out and her body shuddered in orgasm.

Afterward, she collapsed on top of Melissa for a few minutes, just holding her close and breathing heavily. Eventually, Gwen moved off of Melissa and lay next to her on her back. She pulled her daughter close again, hugged her and kissed her forehead, and said, “You were wonderful, sweetheart.”

Melissa was finally able to find her voice and said, “Mom? Did we… did we just have sex?”

Gwen laughed lightly and said, “Well, we’re two women, and we just made love. That doesn’t necessarily mean we’re lesbians, though. It’s something you’ll have to decide for yourself, darling. But I’ll tell you, I really liked it. And I hope you did, too.”

“Yeah,” Melissa replied. “I did.”

*****

Melissa fell asleep in her mom’s arms, but when she woke up the next morning she was lying near the edge of the bed and Mom was on her own side. Melissa, feeling strangely refreshed, sat up in bed and looked down at her mother, who was dozing peacefully on her back.

She studied her beautiful face, her lovely golden hair, so much like Melissa’s own. Then she carefully pulled the blankets down and looked at her mom’s naked body, her large boobs and her flat belly, her slim hips and the dark golden bush of pubic hair on her pussy.

She recalled everything that had happened the night before, the movie, the ice cream… then the kissing and lovemaking with her mother, and the questions and reservations she’d had as well. Then, without really thinking about it, she reached down and began to caress Mom’s breasts, first one then the other. Then she leaned over and kissed them.

Melissa took one large pink nipple into her young mouth and began to suck on it, thinking to herself that there wasn’t anything wrong with lesbians after all. And that making love with another girl, especially her mom, really was better than chocolate. Way better.

 The End

Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 19

  • Posted on May 19, 2018 at 10:03 am

By: Cheryl Taggert

Candace took a deep breath. It helped calm her nerves to know her older sister Pauline knew Candace was aware of the child porn Pauline owned but had kept a secret. Pauline had wondered at first if Candace was going to call the police about the illegal DVD’s. Her reply had put Pauline at ease. She suggested it was time for everyone to confess to their illicit sexual behaviors. Of course, Pauline didn’t know that Lexi knew about the DVD’s, nor did she know that Lexi was extremely experienced in lesbian sex, not to mention years of masturbation as well.

But Pauline was about to find out. And if all went as planned, they would all be having a lot more fun together in the future.

“Well?” Pauline asked. “What kind of confession could you possibly make that would be anything like what you know about me now?”

“First, let me ask you a few questions,” Candace said, wanting to maintain the upper hand in this conversation. Pauline was ten years older than she was and was used to being in charge. Candace would now need to assert herself to be in charge now.

“I guess that’s fair,” Pauline said.

“How long have you enjoyed fantasizing about little girls?”

Pauline blushed and swallowed. This would not be an easy conversation, regardless where it went. “For a while now.”

“What’s a while? A year? Five years? Ten?”

“Longer,” Pauline admitted.

“So since you were younger than I am now?”

Pauline nodded, afraid to speak.

“C’mon. Out with it,” Candace said. “How old were you when you first knew you wanted to have sex with a little girl?”

“Fifteen.”

“Who was it?”

“Don’t make me say it, Candace. Please,” Pauline said, shaking her head gently.

“Sorry, Pauline. I have to.”

“You already can guess, can’t you?”

Candace could see she would have to say it. “Was it me?” Pauline nodded, unable to answer again.

“Why didn’t you try it?”

“I was scared.”

“Of what?” Candace asked.

“Of everything. I was scared because I was having those thoughts and feelings. I was scared you’d tell if I so much as touched you. Everything.”

“I wouldn’t have told.”

“I didn’t know that, and if you did, I could go to some place for delinquent girls.”

“Okay,” Candace said. “I understand, but you’ve left a lot of years of fun behind by not at least seeing how I would react to it.”

Pauline hung her head, whether from shame or regret, Candace didn’t know. “Let’s move on,” she said. “Where did you get those DVD’s?”

“Online. I found someone online that I got to know and she sent them to me after chatting with me for over a year. We got to know each other rather well. We’d do video chat online and masturbate for each other. I used a P.O. box in Fremont. I was surprised she actually sent them. When I got a notice a package was there for pickup, I was scared to claim it. Then I figured if someone knew what it was, I could claim someone must have sent it by mistake or as some sick joke or something, but when I claimed it, nobody said or did anything. They had no idea what was in the package.”

You and this woman would chat and masturbate together online?”

“Yes.”

“How did you find out she had stuff like this?”

“We talked about our fantasies, and she confessed she had one about little girls. I couldn’t believe it. I had actually met someone online who had the same feelings and desires I did. We would get on camera and play with ourselves while talking about what we’d do if we had a little girl who was interested in doing things with us.”

“How long ago did you get the movies?”

“About a year. We still chat sometimes.”

“Is she pretty?” Candace asked, wondering if the woman might get repaid for taking such a chance by getting to watch Lexi with her mom.

“Pretty enough, I suppose. She’s not ugly or obese or anything. Just . . . average, I guess.”

“Have you ever thought about Lexi in that way?”

Pauline stared at her sister, wondering why she would want to know every intimate detail of her sexual fantasy life. She asked her. “Why would you want to know that? Do I have to tell you every little detail?”

“Yes, you do. Don’t worry, my own confession is coming.”

“Okay, yes. I have. She’s such a pretty girl, but of course, I could never do anything about it. She had no idea how many times I’ve walked in on her when she was taking a bath just to see her for later fantasies. I would even tell Janet about it.”

“Janet’s your friend from online?”

“Yes,” Pauline said.

“Why haven’t you tried something with Lexi?”

“Are you crazy? She’s my daughter! Having a fantasy about it is all fine, but to do it–really do it–is out of the question!”

“Why?”

“Because! She’d end up having nightmares about how her mommy had sex with her! She’d end up needing therapy, and I’d end up in jail for raping my own daughter!”

Candace decided it was time she let her big sister know about all the fun she and Lexi had been having for the past five years.

“Okay, maybe after I tell you a few things about me, you’ll not feel that way,” Candace said. She looked over at Pauline, who looked frightened while at the same time looking curious. It was as if she longed to hear the confession but afraid of what it could be.

“Do you remember my friend Phyllis?”

“The one who died in the accident?” Pauline asked.

“Yeah. Remember how we were inseparable?”

Pauline figured out at least where part of this was going. “Oh, my. Did the two of you have sex?”

Candace smiled. “Just all the fucking time.”

“I never realized it,” Pauline said.

“That’s too bad. You could have had us both.”

“How old were the two of you when you started?”

“Like a week after we met.”

“Oh, my! Really?!”

“Uh-huh.”

“But you were only–what?–ten when you met?”

“Yeah.”

“So the two of you were doing things with each other–sexual things–when you were only ten?”

Candace nodded. “And that’s not all.”

“It’s not? What else could there be? I mean, having sex with a girl your age when you were ten is enough, don’t you think?”

“Nothing is ever enough when it comes to sex–for Phyllis or me.”

“Then what? What did you do that was more than that?”

“We seduced Lexi.”

Pauline’s face showed the utter shock she experienced from that statement. “Lexi?! My Lexi?!” Candace nodded.

“When?”

“When she was five.”

“Oh, my God! You’ve been having sex with Lexi since she was only five? Do five-year-olds even like sex?”

“Of course they do, if it’s handled properly. You have a DVD that proves that,” Candace said. “That one is a mom with her daughter who’s only about five or six. It’s obvious that wasn’t their first time in bed together. That little girl was LOVING what her mom was doing to her. She was coming, in case you didn’t notice.”

“Oh, my God! I guess you’re right.” Pauline looked at her younger sister. “You mean Lexi likes it? The way that little girl in the video likes it?”

“Even more. I mean, she’s been doing this with me since she was five. She’s ten now. She is very experienced and extremely good at making love with a woman.”

“So the two of you have been involved with each other since she was five?”

“Yes.”

“And she enjoys–”

“Everything,” Candace said, finishing her older sister’s sentence.

Pauline flushed, her face growing hot as the blush spread up her neck and onto her face. “Does she know how to–”

“Everything, Pauline. She does everything and she loves doing everything . . . as well as having everything done to her.”

“Then the nights she would stay with you . . . the two of you would–”

“Fuck each other’s brains out.”

“How did you and Phyllis get her to do these things?”

“We just asked her if she wanted to play big girl games with us. She took to it like a golden retriever to swimming.”

“And she’s never expressed any shame or guilt?”

“Of course not. Think about it, Pauline. People don’t feel guilty until they get caught doing things they shouldn’t and people start heaping shame on them. Until that point, they love what they’re doing. Otherwise, they’d stop doing it.”

“Oh, my God. You’re right.”

“Of course, I’m right,” Candace said. “And what’s more, Lexi wants to have sex with you, too. In fact, her idea was to join you in the shower today and start sucking your boobs and fingering you to let you know about how we found your private stash of kiddie porn.”

“Holy shit! I’d have fainted!”

“That’s what I said. Anyway, she’s in her room right now, probably playing with her pussy just thinking about what might happen.”

“Do you think I should?” Pauline asked.

Candace was exasperated. “Do I think you should?! I think you should have seduced me when I was five! Why in the world would you pass up an opportunity like this? You’re not forcing her to do anything, believe me. For the last five years, you’ve had the world’s most sexually charged pre-pubescent girl! Don’t you think it’s about time you do something about it? Let’s go have sex with each other. A lesbian incest threesome. What could be better?”

“You want to have sex with me, too?”

“Duh! Of course, unless nineteen is too old for you. My pussy is absolutely creaming with the thought of it!”

“Are you sure Lexi wants this?”

“Where have you been the past ten minutes?”

Pauline stared at her bedroom door, thinking about what awaited her through that door and just down the hallway. The girl she’d lusted about for the past few years. Her daughter. Lexi. Ten-year-old, sexy–HORNY–Lexi. And she was more than willing to do everything her mother ever fantasized about.

She looked at her little sister and nodded. “Okay.”

“Great! But first, we have to be properly undressed,” Candace said, and laughed. She began pulling Pauline’s top off while Pauline just sat there, a blank look on her face as she tried to take this all in. When Candace pulled her own top off and said, “Well?” Pauline started undressing herself. Soon, the sisters were naked.

Pauline stared at her sister and her shaved pubes, feeling her mouth watering already over the sight. “I’m so sorry I never tried to seduce you when you were little.”

“I am too, but you can make up for it with Lexi.”

With that, Candace pushed her older sister back onto the bed and said, “Call Lexi in here” before diving face-first into Pauline’s pussy. “I’ve waited to taste this since I was little,” she declared and sunk her tongue into Pauline’s wet pussy for the first time.

“Oh,” Pauline said. “Oh, shit, that feels good.”

Candace stopped licking long enough to say, “Call Lexi.”

“Oh, yeah,” Pauline said before hollering toward her door, “Lexi? Come in here, please!”

Candace couldn’t help laughing and lifting her face for a second to say, “I’m sure she will!” Then she returned to the feast she was enjoying.

Seconds later, the door burst open, and Lexi was standing there, a huge grin on her face as she took in what was happening on her mother’s bed. She jumped up and down for a few seconds, clapping before shouting, “YAY!” Then she stripped off her clothes and joined her mother and aunt on her mom’s bed.

Lexi stared at her mother’s pussy and thought to herself, I came out of there! Her aunt had her tongue buried deep into her mother’s pussy, tasting her own sister’s juices. Lexi was jealous.

“Can I lick you?” she asked her mom. “Please?”

Pauline looked at her daughter. The ten-year-old was eager to make oral love to her own mother. The woman felt her heart swell and wondered why she’d waited so long to initiate this wonderful mother-daughter activity. Hell, she had already chastised herself over not engaging in sexual fun with her baby sister–who was no longer a baby, but had admitted she would have loved her older sister to teach her when she was one.

What she hadn’t confessed to Candace was she had licked both her pussy and Lexi’s when they were babies. She had licked her when she was still a toddler and not old enough to remember it. She’d done the same with Lexi, even going so far as to play with her pussy and lick it when she was only a baby. She’d stopped with both of them when she figured they were getting to a point they might remember what she was doing to them. It had been a difficult habit to break.

Smiling at her daughter and feeling her own body jolt at the pleasure Candace was giving her, she said, “Of course, sweetheart. We can do this as often as you like from now on.”

Lexi grinned and hugged her mother. Then she kissed her, sliding her tongue into her mother’s mouth for the first time. She relished the feel of her mother’s tongue as it danced a seductive dance with her own.

For her part, Pauline was amazed at how good a kisser her little ten-year-old daughter was. She thrilled at the sexual kiss, once again considering that she could have been doing this for the past five years if she’d only taken the chance. At this thought, she realized how much she wanted to taste her daughter’s immature pussy. But that could wait. She’d waited this long, she could manage a few more minutes.

Lexi began moving down her mother’s body, licking and kissing her way along the smooth skin, tonguing and sucking on the nipples before giving each a playful nibble. Again, Pauline was flabbergasted at the girl’s ability as a lover.

Finally, Lexi arrived at her mother’s pussy and nudged Candace aside to allow her to put her face between her mother’s legs. Sticking out her tongue, she began sliding it along her mother’s slit, from the vagina to the clit, taking note of each slippery fold until arriving at the engorged organ that was the center of sexual pleasure. Her mother’s clitoris felt like a large swollen mass beneath the thin layer of lubricated skin. Lexi considered its size. It felt like it was as big as the end of her index finger. Candace’s clit wasn’t nearly this big. It was more like the size of a bean. Her mother’s clit didn’t protrude or anything, but she could feel the mass of swollen flesh beneath as it trembled with desire.

Candace moved to where she could make oral love to her older sister’s boobs. She ended up suckling Pauline like a baby, taking the nipple into her mouth and enjoying the feel of it inside her mouth. Then she moved to the other breast, doing the same to it.

For her part, Pauline felt as though she was going to go off like a rocket, blasting off from the bed with the power of her orgasm, which was swiftly approaching. The woman noted how good Lexi was at doing this as well. She had the body of a child, but her mouth seemed to be more like the mouth of a young woman in her twenties, it was so aware of what to do and when to do it.

Finally, Pauline felt the orgasm slam into her, making her body tremble and heave. Her grunts and groans filled her bedroom, each one signalling how wonderful this was.

After a minute, she had to ease her daughter’s mouth from her pussy, the sensations were so overwhelming. Lying back, she did her best to catch her breath while allowing the sweat to evaporate and cool her body down. She knew her pussy, and it would be ready for more spasms in another ten minutes. For now, though, it needed to rest and recuperate.

Candace rose from the bed and retrieved something from her sister’s closet that Pauline didn’t realize she knew was there: a folding massage table. She’d seen it once months ago while staying overnight with Lexi while Pauline was out of town for her job. Candace had wondered why Pauline would have a massage table since she lived alone.

As she set the table up, she asked, “Where did you get this?”

Pauline looked at the table that she had nearly forgotten about it had been so long since it had been used. “Oh, my. I forgot about that. Lexi’s father and I used it when we were married.”

Candace looked at Pauline with a mischievous grin. “You think it’s okay if we start using it again?”

Pauline smiled. “Of course.”

Candace finished setting the table up and crooked her finger at Lexi. “Come here, you.”

Lexi grinned. She’d found the table as well and wondered about it. For some reason, she’d never mentioned it to either Candace or her mother.

Climbing down from the bed, Lexi went to Candace, who helped the girl onto the table. “Lie on your tummy and put your face where the hole is,” Candace instructed. “Now, just relax while your mom and I make you feel, well, orgasmic.” Candace grinned at Pauline, who rose and went over to the massage table. She remembered some amazing orgasms while lying here, but the best one was the orgasm she had not mentioned to her daughter or sister. She recalled the last time this table had been used. She and Lexi’s father’s secretary had enjoyed it one day about a week before her husband had left both her and Lexi forever by running off with that same secretary. Until today, Pauline had no desire to use the table and had considered selling it.

Now, she would make sure it was used much more often.

Candace had left the room, returning with her purse. She fished inside and brought out two tiny bottles of lubricating oils that she carried everywhere with her. Handing one to Pauline, she opened the other and squirted some into her hands, rubbing the lotion between them to warm it. Then stepping to the prone child, she began rubbing the oils over the flawless skin. She began at the girl’s feet and moved up her legs.

“You can start on her back,” Candace said, and Pauline squirted the fragrant lubricant into her palm to warm and spread on Lexi’s back.

As each woman worked, she eyed Lexi’s shapely little butt, the first of their prizes for giving the child a massage. Of course, they also knew that Lexi would enjoy the massage as well, especially when they got to those intimate areas.

As Candace rubbed Lexi’s legs, first the right, then the left, Pauline massaged Lexi’s back, moving down the shoulders toward the gorgeous butt. Pauline glanced at her younger sister and saw that she was already breathing hard from the excitement of massaging Lexi’s immature body.

Soon, both women had moved down the girl’s body to her butt. They stared at the fleshy orbs, the crack bisecting the flesh, and glanced at each other, as if for permission to move to the child’s ass.

“You take the left buttock; I’ll take the right,” Candace said, her breathing once again giving away her excitement.

Pauline moved to her daughter’s left cheek and began kneading the flesh. Lexi sighed, followed by a moan as her aunt began massaging her other butt cheek. Lexi could feel the movements stretching her butt and stimulating her anus. She felt someone’s fingers, she wasn’t sure whose, move into the crack and rub some of the scented oil there, lubricating her butthole. Then a finger popped inside, moved in and out smoothly, going in just far enough to create pleasure.

The child waited as she enjoyed the sensations flowing through her body. She waited for someone to move lower. For someone to start massaging her pussy, which lay between her legs and, from above, beneath her anus. Her legs now lay spread to the point that her feet were no longer on the table. She wasn’t sure if she moved them or her mother or aunt did. She didn’t care. She just wanted someone to touch her pussy, to rub those pleasant oils into the soft flesh there, to massage her tiny clit until she burst.

Then someone was doing just that. An oil-covered hand moved between her legs and began pinching the labia together, squeezing her clit at the same time. Then the hand extended a finger and inserted it a short way into her vagina, where it began to piston slowly in and out, matching the movements of the other finger in her butthole. Lexi felt the vibrations deep within her body. She could feel one finger fucking her butthole, another masturbating her like some small dick, riding in and out. She knew about dicks, though she’d never seen one in real life, and she knew they grew soft after an orgasm. That was the best thing about fingers. They never grew soft. They were always available to enter one of her two holes, the holes that gave her unbelievable pleasure.

“Turn onto your back,” she heard her aunt say. She didn’t really want to, but she complied. She was afraid whoever had a finger in her butt may have to pull it out, but that didn’t happen. The finger remained inside her there, as well as the one in her pussy. Whoever had a finger in her pussy was also massaging her clit with her thumb.

Then a mouth was on her there, licking her clit. She couldn’t help herself. She had to see who it was licking her, hoping it was her mother. She stretched her neck and looked down along her naked body.

What she saw made her body jolt with the pleasure. Her mother’s face was at her pussy, her tongue licking her as her mouth covered the top half of her little cunt. Candace was smiling down at the sight as well, celebrating the final union between mother and daughter. From the angles, Lexi could see it was her aunt whose finger was in her butt. That meant her mom was the one fingering her pussy.

The effect of knowing this was immediate. The orgasm that had been lurking inside since the moment she and her aunt had finalized their plan to include Lexi’s mother in their lovemaking, burst on the child without any further warning. She thrashed and moaned as wave after wave of her climax rolled throughout her body. She felt her tummy muscles clench and relax, clench and relax, as the shuddering took her.

She felt the finger being pulled out of her butt, and in a sort of dream, she saw her aunt’s pussy hovering over her mouth before the woman’s hips dropped and planted the mature cunt onto Lexi’s mouth. In seconds, the child’s nineteen-year-old aunt was sliding her pussy along Lexi’s face, stimulating Candace’s clit and smearing the natural juices onto Lexi’s mouth, nose, and face.

Then Candace was coming. She screamed out her orgasm as it rocked her. Reaching down, Candace spread her labia wide, allowing her clit to pop up from her hiding place and rub itself against her niece’s lips, tongue, teeth, and nose. She hunched her body against the child until she could take it no more.

Candace rose from the table and collapsed on her sister’s bed before she fell to the floor with the sheer energy drain the orgasm had produced. An old Victorian novel came to mind, specifically a word used back then for an orgasm. In those books, people frequently would “spend,” instead of come. Yes, she thought, I am definitely spent. She lay there, unable to move for an entire five minutes. When she again opened her eyes, it appeared all three of them had “spent” themselves into an exhausted bliss.

“I gotta sleep now,” Candace said.

“Be my guest,” Pauline answered, feeling a love for her sister she’d never experienced before. The woman looked at her daughter on the massage table. Pauline smiled as she saw that Lexi was already asleep.

Pauline lay beside her younger sister, who was already asleep herself and thought about her life and how much it had changed in the past hour. She looked over at her sister again and then at her daughter. “Yes,” she whispered to herself, “I think the change is definitely for the better.”

Relax, dear readers! Chapter 20 will be “coming” in no time! (Anyone remember Tabitha, the employee at Toys-R-Us?? She will figure in the next chapter.)

My Wild Honey Daughter

  • Posted on May 17, 2018 at 8:39 am

by Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: So — another mystery tale from the JetBoy files. Like the others, I don’t know who wrote it or from whence it comes… like the others, I tweaked it somewhat, after turning it up years ago… like the others, I felt it was too good to keep to myself. I encourage anyone who knows the original (or even better, wrote the original in the first place) to contact us.

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My daughter Honey was a beautiful girl… a lovely face, dark hair in a cute pixie cut, big dimples and a laugh that made everyone who heard it smile. She was a quiet child, one who never really fit in with kids her own age. My mom always said that Honey had an “old spirit,” which might have been true. She’d always seemed more content to spend time in the barn or the garden than playing with other children, and was far more interested in nature than toys.

Truthfully, my daughter was a terrific asset to the household, especially after her father walked out on us for a girl of sixteen who bagged groceries at the neighborhood Winn-Dixie. Honey had learned everything she needed to know about gardening from her grandfather, and every summer she grew fresh vegetables for our larder. Her tomatoes are, to this day, the best I’ve ever tasted.

She also kept honeybees, another thing she picked up from my father. I was leery of letting her keep bees, as it seemed kind of dangerous, but finally I decided I’d let her try one hive to start.

If anyone ever had a knack for anything, it was Honey for her bees. It was as if Providence had dictated the name we gave her. By the time she was sixteen, she had a half dozen hives and had quite a bit of money saved for college from the honey she sold.

I was proud of my daughter, and loved her so much it hurt, but I worried about her at the same time. Honey was pretty, but she was bashful to the point of it being an actual handicap. I had raised her to be herself, though, and tried not to do much more than encourage her to be a bit more outgoing.

Our lives progressed as slowly and pleasantly as the warm afternoons Honey and I shared in the garden, or on the front porch sipping lemonade. By then, my husband had been gone for three years. I had dated a bit, but quickly became bored with the men in my town. That’s when I began to fantasize about finding sexual pleasure with another woman. I didn’t have the nerve to come on to another female, however — not in a rural community like mine. Instead I settled for lesbian erotica, a few sex toys purchased through the mail and my own fingers.

It was the second week of August, on a Wednesday night. I’d put on a dress and walked down to our local church for prayer meeting. Honey had never been much of a churchgoer, so I always attended the service on my own. Truth be told, I wasn’t much of a believer myself anymore, but still found pleasure in the ritual of community worship.

When I got there, a few of the other church women were standing outside chatting. As it turned out, Pastor Griggs had been unable to lead the service that day — evidently, he’d eaten too much watermelon with his noontime meal and was laid up with a stomach ache. Since it was so hot anyhow, they’d chosen to cancel the meeting. So I leisurely strolled the half mile back home, thinking the whole way how good a glass of ice-cold lemonade would taste once I got there.

I walked into the house and to the kitchen, where I put on my apron and made that pitcher of lemonade. I was just about to call to Honey to see if she wanted a glass, when I noticed that the coat hooks where she always hung her beekeeping hat with the veil and her bucket were empty. Figuring she was out tending her hives, I glanced out the back door and saw something lying on the ground about ten feet out from the steps. I walked out and saw it was one of Honey’s shoes. A few feet further, I found the other shoe. I walked about ten paces more and found her bibbed overalls lying in a heap on the ground.

I was instantly startled, afraid something awful had happened. I rushed down the path towards the edge of the field where my daughter’s beehives were, finding the rest of her clothes as I went.

Once I got within sight of the hives, I was in shock! There, tending them as usual was Honey, but now she was stark naked! I nearly shouted at her, but then stopped myself — I didn’t want to do anything that would stir up those bees.

So I stood and watched, torn between terror and fascination, as Honey opened the top of a hive and began taking out a frame, then retrieving the honeycomb. The bees just seemed to take it in stride as they buzzed freely around her, crawling all over her naked body.

I stood mesmerized as Honey scraped the honeycomb into her bucket, replaced the frame and top to the hive, and started back the path to the house, just as casual as can be.

A few yards past the hives, she broke off a piece of honeycomb. As she walked along she held it aloft and licked the honey from it, dripping golden drizzles of sweetness down between her breasts and onto her belly.

I hadn’t noticed until then how wonderfully Honey had blossomed into womanhood. She always wore baggy overalls and one of my ex-husband’s old shirts, concealing the contours of her body. Her breasts were slight, her stomach flat and her hips hadn’t filled out as much as mine, but she had become quite womanly… and utterly beautiful. Now I stared at my little girl, awed by her loveliness.

Once she started back up the path, I stepped out of sight, partly because I didn’t want to startle her… partly because I didn’t want to seem like I was spying on my own child. But I was. Moments earlier, my heart had been pounding frantically, my breath held out of fear for her safety. Now, my heart seemed to be pulsing with something other than fear.

I couldn’t take my eyes away from my daughter as she licked at the honeycomb, excess running down over her silky white skin. Her nipples were visibly erect as the honey slowly flowed over them like amber lava. It was easily the most sensual thing I’d ever witnessed. I could feel my own nipples beginning to throb under the church dress I still wore. My palms began to sweat as my hands trembled and I smoothed them down my thighs.

My God… could I be sexually attracted to my own daughter?

As she drew nearer I became aware of the dampness growing in my panties. My head was swimming with emotions. I wanted to run away, I wanted to touch myself, I wanted to kiss her — but all I could do was gape at Honey, lost in the sight of my naked child.

I hadn’t been this aroused in ages. My mouth had gone dry and I could feel sweat trickle down the small of my back. I stood motionless in the humid August evening, my senses so alive that I seemed to glow like the sun. I know this sounds blasphemous, but it felt as if I’d been touched by the hand of God.

Suddenly my naked daughter was but a few feet from me. “Honey,” I tried to say, but it came out as nothing more than a whisper.

She started, dropping the piece of honeycomb. For an instant she looked wide-eyed and surprised, but then a euphoric smile spread across her face as she looked deep into my eyes. I suppose, even to someone as innocent as Honey, the look of sexual desire is pretty easy to recognize.

My child slowly walked over to where I stood. Still smiling, her lips parted as if she was going to speak, but she never uttered a word. Instead she raised her fingers to my trembling lips.

“Baby… no…” I whimpered as my daughter slowly traced my lower lip, leaving a trail of honey.

“I love you, Momma,” she said — then her mouth claimed mine in a gentle kiss.

Unable to push her away, I relished the exquisite sweetness of my daughter’s mouth. Pulling away with a giggle, Honey touched her fingertips to my lips again. This time they parted, allowing her middle and index fingers to enter my mouth.

Closing my eyes, I slowly and methodically sucked her sticky fingers clean. Honey gave out a little moan and brought her face to mine once more, licking the honey from the corners of my mouth, her tongue briefly engaging mine. Throwing all restraint to the winds, I sucked at it.

Honey dropped her bucket, which hit the ground with a thunk, then I could feel her frantically unfastening the buttons of my dress. We kissed deeply and passionately as she pushed the garment off my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

Our tongues mingled, fell back, then mingled again. They swirled together, probing, teasing, our lips still sticky and sweet. Heart pounding, I dipped my face down to kiss one of her honeyed nipples. I knew this was wrong — she was my daughter, for God’s sake! — but the desire I felt was too powerful to refuse.

Honey gasped as I suckled her stiff nipple. My tongue explored her soft skin, lapping up the sweetness that she had drizzled on herself. Honey moaned, clutching my shoulders with both hands. I could feel her shiver as I caressed her beautiful bottom.

All at once Honey was pulling my slip off over my head and casting it away, Before I knew what was happening we were on the ground, panting and moaning, grinding our bodies together. I was on my back and Honey on top of me, fucking my mouth with her hot tongue.

I moaned when she slid a hand into my panties, parting my swollen, sticky labia with her fingers. She tickled and teased my clit until I was seeing fireworks. Whatever reluctance I’d felt before about making love to my own daughter had dissolved like mist.

Honey turned around and lay down beside me, coaxing me over until our positions were reversed and I was on top of her. My body throbbed like a tractor engine as I realized what my daughter wanted. I eagerly  straddled Honey’s face, then lowered my face between her parted thighs and tasted another woman for the first time.

We ate each other’s cunts in such a lustful frenzy that in no time, we were both moaning in ecstasy. I had no idea where Honey learned to do what she did to my pussy with her tongue, but it was incredible. She circled around my clit, only brushing it, never actually touching it until she was ready to get me off, and when she finally did… well, I‘ve never experienced such earth-shattering rapture, before or since.

It was a sinful act I was committing, making love to my own daughter — but at the same time, it felt so right and so natural that the notion of right and wrong got completely lost. I licked and sucked Honey’s pussy like I’d been a lesbian all my life. I went down on her the way I loved having my cunt eaten, the few times my late husband had done it to me… and my instincts must have run true, for my daughter was trembling helplessly and mewling with delight as I loved her. Soon Honey was nearly screaming as I brought her to a wrenching climax.

Spent, we lay side by side, bathed with sweat in the cool grass, trying to catch our breath and collect our thoughts, holding hands as the sun set off in the distance, causing shadows from the nearby pine trees to paint our naked bodies. We turned to one another, cuddled close and shared tender kisses as we whispered words of devotion.

After that afternoon, Honey shared my bed. We fucked morning, noon and night, whenever we had the time and desire to get naked together. Two years later, my daughter are still passionately in love.

Oh, and Honey ended up teaching me how to tend to her bees. I often collect the honey naked, as she still does… and several times I have masturbated a few yards away from the hives, remembering the day that my child and I became lovers.

The End

Sisters on the Rebound

  • Posted on May 15, 2018 at 8:36 am

 

by JetBoy

My name is Polly. Short for Polyhymnia, if you can believe that. I’m seventeen years old. I’m 5’5″, and weigh 130 pounds. I have long, jet black hair that falls down to my ass and hazel eyes. I’ve got a nice round butt and large tits.

Let me say that yeah, I’m kinda chubby. I prefer it that way. I like food and I like being who I am — a shapely, beautiful girl. I may be a few pounds overweight by some folks’ standards, but it’s never had an effect on my sex life.

This is about how I entered into a sexual relationship with my big sister Callie when I was sixteen, and how things got even wilder from there.

Callie is built a lot like me, but even sexier — full-figured, with a nice rack and an ass like a juicy pink apple. Oh, and her full name is Calliope. Mom majored in Greek history, and named us after two of the Muses.

Callie and I live with our mother. Our father ran out on us when we my sister and I were just kids, and Mom ended up turning to other women herself, finally telling us that she was a lesbian. We were cool with that, since she seemed happier than she had ever been with our dad — who was kind of a prick, truth be told.

About halfway through high school, my sister and I both realized that we were gay, too. Mom was delighted. “Believe me, I’d much rather have you two getting it on with girls than boys,” she told us with a grin. “That way, you’ll only get knocked up on purpose.”

I soon became romantically involved with a cute, brainy girl named Eden, and we were a total item for months. She had a certain air about her that drove me wild, like the librarian who turns into a sex kitten when she takes her glasses off — though truth be told, I thought she was pretty hot with them on. We were both novices at the lesbian thing, but soon enough we’d done just about everything that two girls can do between the sheets.

As for Callie, she was a free spirit who preferred to play the field, getting in relationships with at least half a dozen different girls while I was with Eden. During her senior year she finally settled on one, a deadly-cool punkette who called herself Voxx.

We live in a fairly liberal area, so almost everyone we knew were cool with my sister and me being gay. In fact, we were both pretty popular.

Then Eden’s dad got a sweet job offer hundreds of miles away in Atlanta, and her family pulled up roots and moved away.  I was willing to keep a long-distance relationship going between us, but Eden refused. “Look, babe,” she insisted, “I still love you, but we need to make a clean break here. It sucks, yeah, but it’s better than us going through this long, slow drifting apart thing. At least this way, we can still be friends.”

Oh, sure, I knew deep down inside that she was right, but that didn’t make it hurt any less when Eden gave me that last goodbye kiss, then walked away with a backward glance and a sad smile.

There’s something about that first breakup that turns even the toughest boys and girls into drama queens, and believe you me, I was no exception. I suspect that after the first few days, my friends were ready to push me in front of a bus. It awful, but eventually I began to recover. I wasn’t quite ready to look for someone new, though.

Anyway, I was sitting on the couch one day, doing homework. Mom was away on a business trip, so my sister and I had the house to ourselves for the weekend.

Callie walked into the room and sat down behind me. She scooted up close and curled both arms around my waist, hugging me to her. Then she began to cry.

I was alarmed — my sister wasn’t one to shed tears easily. “What’s the matter, Cal? What’s wrong?”

She caught her breath, then mumbled, “Voxx just broke up with me.”

Surprised, I turned to Callie. “You’re kidding! God, I thought it was the real thing for you guys. What happened?”

She made a face. “Well… let’s just say that it wasn’t pleasant. She decided she missed being with guys, so she gave me the chop.”

I winced. That’s the problem with getting involved with bisexual girls — there’s always the possibility that they’ll switch teams on you. Callie had been so certain that Voxx was done with boys, though. “I’m sorry, sis,” I murmured, giving her hand a squeeze. “Guess we’re both in the same leaky boat, huh?”

“You said it, kiddo,” Callie said. She suddenly rose to her feet. “By the gods, I do believe that we are both in need of tall, cool and very strong drinks.”

“A libation, by Athena’s sword!” I declare. “Make it so, Calliope. In fact, bring the whole damned bottle.”

So she did. A couple of whiskey-and-cokes later, our mood had improved slightly, though we were still pretty glum.

“Y’know,” Callie said, swirling the ice about in her glass, “me and Voxx had a great relationship, while it lasted — but right now, what I’m missing most is the sex.”

“You said it,” I sighed, falling back into the couch, “Here we are — a couple of cute babes, all hot and bothered and no one to fuck.”

“Really,” she murmured. “I’m feeling randy as hell, too.”

Then Callie leaned into me, her body pressing against mine. My heart began to race as she slipped her hands under my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and her hands slid up to cup my breasts. I felt her warm tongue circling the outside of my ear.

She whispered, “Hey, Polly… can I kiss you?”

I mumbled “S-sure,” my heart going like sixty. I couldn’t believe this — my sister was coming on to me!

Just like that, I moved into Callie and kissed my sister like a lover for the first time. Our tongues met and mingled as the kissing grew increasingly heated. I felt her hand slide down into the sweatpants I wore, her fingers curling between my thighs.

I tore my mouth from hers, crying out my ecstasy to the ceiling as Callie eased a finger into my vagina.

It was magical. I’d never been in heat like this, every millimeter of me on fire for my sister. I had to have her.

Callie and I frantically, clumsily stripped each other as we made out on the couch. It seemed to take forever, because we couldn’t stop kissing, but eventually we were both nude.

I cupped my sister’s face and whispered, “Take me to bed, Callie. Make love to me.”

We held hands as we walked down the hall to Callie’s bedroom. When we got to her room she closed the door, turned to me and whispered, “I want you so much, sis.” Then she enfolded me in her arms.

What followed was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. My sister and I got into bed and we fucked for hours. She ate my pussy, I ate hers, then we got in a sixty-nine and went at it simultaneously. We rested for a while, cuddling and kissing, then she slid two fingers into my pussy and fucked me like crazy until I saw stars. Then I got her up on all fours and ate her asshole, then fingered her from behind. When my sister came that time, she nearly screamed the house down. It was one hell of a night.

Callie and I stayed naked for the entire weekend. We only came out of the bedroom for meals, bathroom breaks or simply to get a dose of fresh air. Even then, we would soon return to bed to make love all over again.

We were about to go to sleep on Saturday night at about 3 AM, mouths sticky from each other’s cunts and assholes, bodies bathed in sweat, the two of us cuddling each other lovingly.

As we shared sleepy kisses, Callie said, “So what do you think? About us?”

I replied, “This weekend… God, it’s been the absolute best.”

Callie nodded. “I totally agree. And that brings me to something really important.”

“What’s that, babe?”

She whispered, “You and me, babe. I want us to be girlfriends.”

“You’ll always be my friend… and my sister.”

Callie shook her head. “No. I want more than that. I want you to be my lover, and have you all to myself. I don’t care who knows.”

I nibbled my lower lip thoughtfully. “You want us to keep being lovers… okay, that sounds great. But you want us to be totally open about, well, being sisters who fuck each other?”

Callie said, “Yeah, that’s it — a real, open relationship. I want to be public about loving you. Polly, I started wanting you back when you were thirteen, and those feelings only got stronger since then. That’s why I was with so many other girls, but I was never totally satisfied — even with Voxx. I’m in love with you, and I don’t want to be with anyone else, okay?”

I was on the verge of tears. I said, “I love you too, Callie… you know what? If people have a problem with us being together, they can go jump in a volcano.” I took Callie into my arms, kissed her and whispered, “Yes, sis… I’ll be your lover.”

“Oh, Polly,” she whispered, “I’ve never been so happy. This was meant to be, I just know it.”

For my part, I didn’t feel quite as confident. “Um, I hate to bring this up, but when should we tell Mom about us?”

Callie said, “Let’s stay in bed the rest of the weekend and we can tell her Monday morning. Maybe by then she’ll have figured it out on her own.”

Sunday came and went. Callie and I were shut up in her room all day, even after Mom got home. We came out for dinner wearing nothing but panties and t-shirts, still flushed and sweaty from sex. Either Mom was clueless, or she just wasn’t saying anything.

Except for quick lunch and dinner breaks, Callie and I were in bed together for nearly three days straight. At no point did we put on clothes, other than when we ate with Mom on Sunday night. I had more orgasms that weekend than I’ve probably had in my life, or it sure seemed that way.

Monday morning, we were all at the dining room eating breakfast. My sister and I were pretty excited and a little nervous, not sure how Mom would take the news. Finally our eyes met, and Callie gave me a little nod.

Taking a deep breath, I said, “Mom, Callie and I are lovers.”

Mom glanced up from her scrambled eggs with startled eyes. “You are?”

Brazening it out, I plowed ahead. “Yep. We’ve been having sex with each other all weekend… and it’s not just fooling around, Mom. This thing is — well, it’s pretty serious.” I reached for Callie’s hand.

“We’ve got it bad,” my sister chimed in, grinning sheepishly. “But that’s not all, Mom. Polly and I don’t want to hide how we feel. We plan to be completely open about our relationship, and don’t care what anyone else thinks — well, except for you, that is.”

Mom pondered our words for a moment, then nodded. “You two are my daughters, and I adore you both. If you want to be lovers, and you feel strongly enough to tell the world — well, you’ve got my support.” She paused, looked down at her breakfast plate, sighed. “I was the same way when I was your age, y’know…”

We stared at Mom, puzzled. “What do you mean?” Callie finally asked.

Taking a deep breath, Mom replied, “I was in love with my sister, too.”

“Aunt May?” I gasped. “Wow! Did you ever… do anything about it?”

Mom sighed again. “No, I was afraid to. She’s totally straight. I’m still in love with May, too… she knows I’m a lesbian, but not that I want to go to bed with her.”

Callie leaned forward, eyes alive with excitement. “You should do something about it, Mom. Let her know how you feel. I bet she wouldn’t be offended, even if she didn’t want to be with you.”

I said, “I always thought she was sexy — but she must really be a hot piece of ass to keep you in love with her all these years.”

Callie giggled. “Besides… Polly and I would love to see you two fuck.”

Mom smiled at that. “I swear, you two are total perverts. Good thing I love you both to bits, or I’d sell your story to the tabloids and quit my job.”

We shared a laugh, then Callie and I put our plates in the sink and went upstairs to get dressed for the first time in days, thrilled that Mom was cool with our new relationship.

Fast forward to Friday morning, about 8 AM. Callie and I had just finished an early morning romp in bed. She didn’t have to work that day, but I did have school.

I came downstairs for breakfast wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, reading the paper. She was dressed in a silk kimono that she often wore — but this morning, it was hanging completely open. Needless to say, she was naked underneath.

I said, “Damn, Mom, don’t you look fine this morning.”

Mom laughed. “Well, you little hussies inspired me. Since the two of you are walking around half naked all the time, I decided to do the same.”

Mom was turned towards me as we talked. I could see that her nipples were erect. I noticed that her pussy was shaved, except for a thin strip of dark hair. I could see the pink flesh of her cunt, and was a little weirded out to find myself turned on.

Holy shit… was my own mother getting me hot? Now that Callie and I were lovers, the thought of committing incest with Mom sure didn’t seem nearly as shocking as it would have a month ago.

Feeling a surge of boldness, I took off my t-shirt and put it in the laundry hamper, so that I was completely naked. I reached up into the cupboard for a coffee cup, stretching to give Mom a good look at all of me.

She purred, “You’ve grown into one hell of a babe, Polly. Verrrry sexy…”

I grinned. “Thanks, Mom. Coming from a woman who loves women, that’s quite a compliment.”

Mom nodded thoughtfully. “Well, you’ve definitely got the body type that I go for. Y’know, I don’t know why anyone thinks thin women are so damn special. Give me a lover with big tits and an ass I can really grab onto, and I’m a happy gal.” Her eyes were glued to me when she said that, and it made me feel all warm and tingly.

Mom was still studying me in a very intriguing way when Callie came downstairs, completely nude. She sat beside me, and we shared a few passionate kisses. It really turned me on to French my sister in front of my mother, and I found myself hoping that it got Mom hot, too.

Finally Callie broke away, stroking my cheek lovingly. Then she fixed herself a bowl of cereal and sat down to eat it.

Mom said, “I’m gonna be out all day tomorrow, so you girls will have the house to yourself. I’m leaving you thirty bucks — you can order a pizza, or have Chinese delivered.”

Callie giggled and said, “Hooking up with Rachel, huh?” Rachel had been Mom’s lover for about six months.

Mom winked. “You know me too well, babe. Yep, we’re going to the movies.”

Most girls would probably then ask their mother what movie she was going to see — then again, my sister and I weren’t most girls. “And after that, let me guess — back to her place for a romp in the sack?”

“Oh, of course!” she replied.

Suddenly Callie said, “You know… we should all get together sometime and have some fun.”

Heart racing at my sister’s boldness, I carefully replied, “That sounds interesting.”

Mom had a thoughtful expression on her face. Finally she said, “Well, I think we could maybe work something out.”

There was a long, significant silence… then I giggled. “Damn, this is crazy.”

Mom said, “No other word for it. I never thought I’d ever agree to go to bed with my own daughters.” She smiled at me. “You know, Polly, I always suspected you would be gay, even when you were a girl.”

Hmmm… now, that was interesting. “Really? Why was that?”

Mom said, “Well, I breastfed you until you were four years old. You didn’t seem to want to stop sucking my nipples.” She smiled shyly. “I… I actually used to masturbate sometimes, back when I used to nurse you.”

I said, “Well, Mom, you do have great tits.” Then I snickered. “It’s a good thing I didn’t nurse from your pussy. I wouldn’t have wanted to stop!”

At that, Mom gave me a look that make me feel tingly all over… and my heart began to race as she slowly parted her thighs, her eyes still locked with mine. What I saw in them was an open invitation, one I couldn’t refuse.

Without a second thought I slowly rose, moved over to Mom and knelt between her legs. She scooted up a bit in her chair, waiting to see what I would do.

Licking my lips, I moved into her until I was inches away from her pussy. My heart throbbed as I leaned in, opened her with my fingers and buried my mouth in her wetness, sliding my tongue through the pink flesh of my own mother’s cunt. She was delicious.

Mom said, “Oh Jesus, honey. You have no idea how g-good that feels…”

I grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer, feasting on her pussy — then I flicked at her clit with my tongue.

“Oh, my God,” I heard Callie whisper. “That looks so fuckin’ hot.” I could hear her chair scrape back as she stood, then padded over to me and Mom. “Um… you guys got room for one more?”

“Yes, angel,” Mom moaned. “Kiss me — kiss your momma.”

Callie leaned down, resting a hand on Mom’s shoulder. I watched in awe as their mouths met — tongues flashing into action, their kiss quickly growing hot and passionate. I continued to eat my mother’s pussy, probing her wet heat with a thrusting tongue.

Tugging Mom’s kimono open, Callie knelt next to her and sucked a thick nipple between her lips. Mom moaned, cradling my sister’s head to her breasts. “Oh my sweet girls,” she gasped, “I adore you both.”

I began rubbing her clit with my thumb, and she quickly responded, her body seizing up in a spasm of pleasure, panting, “Mmmm, yes. Oh Polly, make love to Momma, yeah, fuck me, fuck me–”

A hoarse scream broke from Mom’s lips as she came, shaking so hard that her chair was jerking, making sharp squeaking sounds against the kitchen floor. I kept eating her cunt, drinking deep of the thick, warm nectar that oozed from my mother’s body.

Callie was kissing Mom’s neck, fondling her generous breasts… and Mom was returning the favor, groping wildly at my sister’s tits with trembling hands.

I finally withdrew with a few tender kisses upon Mom’s juicy cunt — and she pulled me to her with one arm. Her mouth sought mine, and I kissed my mother like a lover for the first time. She hummed happily as her tongue circled my lips, sampling the essence of her pussy that coated them.

Then we broke apart, and the three of us exchanged incredulous glances. “Wow,” I said quietly, “that was… wow!”

“Jesus, that happened so — so fast,” my sister murmured.

“I loved it,” Mom sighed. “I want to fuck you two right here, right now…” She grimaced. “But I’ve got to get to work — and you have school, Polly.” Mom made as if to stand, and Callie and I reluctantly released her. “Sorry, girls… we’ll have to continue this tonight.” She kissed each of us on the cheek. “I owe you an orgasm apiece.”

At that, we all smiled, and went our various ways, getting ourselves ready to face the day — content in the knowledge that our slutty incest games would continue that very night.

*****

We had an unexpected meeting of the school newspaper staff, that day, so I was late getting home. I walked in the door and nobody was in the kitchen or living room. I went upstairs — and the first thing I heard was moaning. I grinned in delight, knowing perfectly well what that sound was and where it was coming from.

I approached Mom’s room. The door was slightly ajar, and I slowly pushed it open, pulse throbbing at the delicious sight. Callie was lying on her back, thighs splayed apart, with Mom kneeling between them, her ass in the air as she ate my sister’s pussy.

I was hypnotized at the incredible view I had of Mom from where I stood. Not only was her pussy open and shining with moisture, the crack of her ass was on open display.

I moved into the room, on fire with lust. I’d already eaten Mom’s pussy that day — now I’d have a taste of her asshole.

Callie was squirming on the bed crying, “Oh God. I love this, Mom. Don’t stop. Oh God, just keep eating my pussy. Oh shit. Oh….”

Mom must have sensed my presence, because she glanced back to see me at the door, She grinned, licking her lips. “Get out of those clothes, Polly, and join the family orgy!”

Callie’s eyes fluttered open. “Fuck, sis… what t-took you so long? Ooooh… come p-play with us…”

I shucked my clothes as quickly as I could and knelt behind Mom on the bed. I couldn’t take my eyes from my mother’s incredible ass. I began to nuzzle it, kissing the soft flesh. Mom moaned into my sister’s cunt.

Wanting more, I licked my way in between Mom’s soft buttocks, kissing her rosebud. She whimpered, and I extended my tongue to lick at her ass crack. My sister and I loved anal play, and I wanted my mother to see how good a lover I was.

I could hear the wet sounds Mom was making as she went down on Callie, feasting on my sister’s cunt. I licked my mother’s anus up and down, then parted her cheeks wider, trying to stretch her open so I could get my tongue into her rectum. This felt so sexy and nasty, what we three were doing together… I loved it!

My sister screamed with pleasure as she came, shaking the bed while she thrashed wildly about. Mom just kept eating her pussy until Callie pleaded for her to stop. I was now fucking my mother’s ass with my tongue, sliding a hand between her quivering thighs to cup her pussy. God, her cunt was hot as a furnace!

I plunged two fingers into Mom, fucking her hard, deep and fast. Somehow I knew that was how she liked it… and sure enough, she arched her back, crying out in rapture. “Oh! Oh yes, baby. Fuck me. Fuck your momma!” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Callie rise from the bed.

I was in heaven, my tongue in my beautiful mother’s asshole and my fingers in her cunt… but my excitement got bumped up another notch when I felt my sister’s sweaty body pressing against my backside. She reached around to cup my breasts, scissoring my throbbing nipples between her fingers. I saw stars when she did that.

Then Callie began trailing her tongue down my spine, headed for my nether regions. She licked a path through my anus and down to the juicy slit. My body shuddered as she buried her mouth in my cunt, sucking and kissing the warm, wet flesh that lurked within.

She ate my pussy just long enough to get me to the brink of orgasm… then I felt her lips brush my ear, my sister whispering, “Wanna get fucked, Polly?”

I lifted my face from Mom’s ass, twisted around to eye my sister and growled, “Yeah, babe. Use the eight-inch cock… and don’t be too gentle.” Swiveling back to my mother, I said, “Scoot up some, Mom. I need some room.”

Mom was panting like a marathon runner, but she managed to advance a foot or so toward the head of the bed, leaving me enough space to kneel behind her. That accomplished, I buried my face between my mother’s buttocks to press my lips into her butt crack, still driving my fingers in and out of her pussy.

“Oh, Polly,” Mom moaned, “oh, yes. My s-sweet daughter, my love. I… oh God, I adore you…”

I kissed and sucked at her asshole, my mother’s fluids flowing over my hand while I fucked her — then I felt the tip of Callie’s cock ease its way into my cunt. I moaned my approval into Mom’s anus. My sister clutched my hips with both hands, the whole glorious length of her strap-on sliding into me. It took my breath away.

She moved slowly at first, opening me up to the hard fucking I craved — and within seconds, Callie was plowing me like a raging beast, her belly making sharp slapping sounds against my ass with every stroke.

I was unable to continue rimming Mom at that point… too busy panting in ecstasy as my sister pounded me with her cock. I kept fingering her, though — four fingers buried in her cunt, to be specific, and I seemed to work my way deeper inside my mother as I went.

So it wasn’t much of a surprise when Mom cried, “Oh, Polly… put your whole hand in me. Fist your momma — God, please do it. I want to feel it all!”

Though my entire body was rocking from the force of my sister’s frenzied pounding, I managed to give Mom what she wanted, folding my thumb inward and pushing my entire hand past her vaginal ring. And with a thrust, I was inside. I’d never fisted a woman before, and was thrilled by the sense of power it gave me.

Mom screamed, her head thrown back, then rasped, “Oh Jesus yes, that f-feels so good!”

We three quickly fell into a mutual rhythm of savage, unrestrained fucking that had the headboard banging against the wall — Callie pumping me with her cock, my hand plunging deep into Mom’s cunt. Three women, bodies lurching together like a row of pounding pistons, striking fire with each stroke.

Mom was first to come, her frame suddenly going rigid, an animal cry ripped from her throat. Her vagina gripped my hand with each spasm. Finally, with one last strangled gasp, she went limp as a rag doll, utterly drained.

I’d been leaning on Mom, since I only had one hand to hold me up while I fist-fucked her, and I slumped forward when she did. Luckily, Callie moved along with me, clutching my hips tightly to keep her cock from popping out… then with her strong arms she tugged me back against her pelvis and began to thrust the strap-on into me even harder, if that was possible.

Withdrawing my hand from Mom’s cunt with a slurping sound, I pushed back into my sister’s rough invasion… a mixture of pleasure and pain that lit me up like the Fourth of July.

“Fuck me,” I mumbled into my mother’s back, since I was now lying on top of her. “Fuck me, Callie,  fuck me!” God, she was brutal, pummeling me like we were fighting, almost — and somehow, it felt like the sweetest of kisses.

Mom squirmed around underneath me, turning herself so that we were facing one another. Enfolding me in two strong arms, she kissed my mouth, her tongue plunging between my lips to match the hard strokes of my sister’s cock. So I was getting it good and proper at both ends.

Then I felt Callie’s thumb pressing against the tight pucker of my anus — and I braced myself for what was to come. Without missing a beat, she pushed against the sweat-slicked hole until it popped inside, shoving it deep into the slippery canal with a sharp thrust.

Ripping my mouth from Mom’s, I threw my head back — a strangled cry exploding from my guts as an earthquake, a cataclysm, a tsunami of an orgasm smashed into me like a brick wall. It hit hard, then intensified, quickly rising to a peak. I heard myself scream, then everything went black.

When my eyes fluttered open I was nestled between Mom and Callie on the bed, bathed from head to toe in perspiration. My mother and sister were also damp from our workout, and we had fun letting our slippery bodies slide together as we shared lazy kisses and whispered words of love.

The End

It’s Mother’s Day Again

  • Posted on May 13, 2018 at 9:33 am

Happy Mother’s Day!

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