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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

 

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

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.

*****

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

Her Mother’s Revelation

  • Posted on May 10, 2018 at 8:38 am

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Another gem from my files, its origin and the original author uncertain — but surely this is much too good to languish unread. As before, I left my own fingerprints all over this story, but too long ago for me to remember where.

*****

“Ohhh, Mom. Oh GOD.” Edie threw her head back, gasping ecstatically as she clutched her mother’s face to her chest.

Jackie lovingly suckled her daughter’s left nipple, all the while fondling her other breast. She inhaled sharply as Edie’s fingernails bit into her bare back. Bet that leaves a mark, she told herself.

Edie was frantically riding her mother’s thigh, the wet heat of the teen’s cunt a lover’s kiss against the older woman’s skin.

Raising her face from Edie’s breast, Jackie nuzzled a path up the girl’s neck until their eyes met, giving her daughter a look that smoldered with long-hidden lust. “Let’s take this into the bedroom, sweetheart,” she whispered, then punctuated her words with a hard, sloppy tongue kiss.

Edie’s mind reeled. She returned Jackie’s kiss, her arms entwining around her mother’s back… then she rose from the sofa, taking Jackie’s hand to lead her upstairs. Their make-out session clumsily continued as they stepped over discarded clothes and made their way upstairs to Jackie’s bedroom. The two women bumped against the walls of the stairway as they walked up, their mouths glued together, hands freely exploring one another’s naked bodies.

In the bedroom, grabbing her mother’s shoulders, Edie fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Jackie down on top of her. Bare breasts pressed together, the women kissed hungrily. “Mom,” Edie breathed as she pulled away, panting for a breath, “This is all so… unbelievable.” She sighed contentedly.

Jackie cupped her daughter’s face in her hands, looking her in the eyes. “Believe it, honey,” she said. “I’m going to show you everything.” Her hand slipped down her daughter’s naked body to cup her vulva, and Edie cooed in response.

*****

It had started innocently enough, with Jackie initiating a discussion about sex with her teenage daughter.

“Mom, I’m eighteen, you know,” Edie said dismissively.

“Oh, believe me, I know,” Jackie had said… which was strange, Edie had thought.

Jackie then took a deep breath and told her daughter what she was finally old enough to know: that her mother was a lesbian.

This revelation suddenly made a lot of strange things very comprehensible to Edie.

*****

“My GOD,” she exclaimed, writhing below her naked mother on the bed. Jackie had run a finger up her girl’s dripping wet slit as she kissed and nuzzled at her neck. Sliding down Edie’s body, Jackie gave her breasts more loving attention as she teased her daughter’s clit with a fingertip.

Edie was wracked by spasms of pleasure. She spread her legs wider beneath her mother, arching her wet pussy toward Jackie’s face, which was now making its way down her body. Her fingers tangled in her mother’s hair.

As her mother slid between Edie’s thighs, she whispered, barely audibly, “Beautiful… so beautiful.”

This both excited Edie and made her happy. She anticipated that incredible tongue exploring her pussy, and her breath hissed from her throat as she felt her mother’s breath tickling her skin. To her frustration, though somehow mixed with delight, her mother instead planted soft kisses on the inside of her daughter’s thighs… and her finger, slick with the teenage girl’s wetness, pressed slowly into Edie’s sphincter.

Sparks flew in Edie’s head. She thought she might pass out. Her mother had worked a digit all the way into her ass, up to the second knuckle, and began pumping it in and out as she continued to nuzzle her daughter’s thighs. Edie realized she might come without so much as her pussy being touched. “Mom… Mommy, ohhh, yes…” she whimpered.

Then, as if activated by those words, her mother’s mouth suddenly claimed her daughter’s throbbing cunt, her hot tongue plunging within to probe Edie’s vagina, her finger still fucking the girl’s ass.

Oh, God, my own mother, Edie thought, and that more than the physical sensations tumbled her over the edge. She shrieked and screamed her orgasm, her mother’s mouth never leaving Edie’s cunt despite the girl’s bucking and writhing. Soon Edie was out of breath and could hardly make a sound, but her orgasm just wouldn’t stop. “Mom. Mom!” she tried to cry.

Jackie took her daughter to the heights of pleasure… then gently brought her down, soothing Edie’s vagina with gentle kisses, caressing her thighs.

Edie and her mother cuddled naked, exchanging soft kisses. Her mind still reeled at the extent of this… the knowledge that she’d had sex with another woman — her own mom!

“This is a lot to take in for you, I know,” Jackie said, stroking her daughter’s hair, as though reading her mind — even though it wouldn’t have been difficult to tell what she must have been thinking about, Edie mused.

“Yeah, Mom… I guess it is,” Edie agreed softly, blushing a bit. What on earth could she possibly be embarrassed about now? she wondered.

“I don’t know if this is your first time or not,” Jackie said, caressing her belly, “but I hope you enjoyed it. You certainly seemed to!” she said, smiling playfully. “The erotic bond between mother and daughter… there’s nothing like it.”

“It’s my first time… you know, with a woman,” Edie replied. Almost unbidden, her finger went up and began to play with her mom’s nipple. Edie’s eyes shut, she lay back and sighed, before she raised up slightly, having just registered the last thing her mother had said. “Mom,” she asked, wide-eyed, “do you mean that you and Grandma… did you ever do this with… well, with her?”

Jackie smiled. “It’s funny you should ask that,” she cooed, gazing deep into her new lover’s eyes. “Yes, honey,” she said, indicating their tangled, naked bodies, “my mother and I made love, just like you and I just did.” She giggled. “And… I seduced her.”

Edie’s eyes were big as saucers. “Tell me about it,” the teenage girl said, feeling a thrill deep inside.

So Jackie did.

*****

It happened one night when she was 19, a college student, but still living at home. She had planned to move out and live in the university dorms, but decided instead to stay home and commute.

That spring — this was July — Jackie had met a girl at college, someone she was instantly drawn to sexually. While neither considered themselves gay, they had discovered they each shared a liberal view of sex after a night of heated lovemaking. They had been together as lovers for the rest of the school year.

Anyway, having discovered the pleasures of lesbian sex, the next logical step in Jackie’s mind involved sharing these newfound pleasures with her mother Brenda. Why shouldn’t they be intimate? Her mother was divorced, unattached and still incredibly beautiful… and Jackie knew that her mom had been involved with other women before, having read as much in college diary without her knowledge. She didn’t know if her mother could be persuaded to go to bed with her, but was determined to do her level best to make it happen.

At first her mother didn’t want to hear a word of any such thing.

“Mom,” Jackie had said, “that’s ridiculous. What are you afraid of, breaking a taboo? That’s stupid.”

Her 37-year-old mother wouldn’t take the bait. “That has nothing to do with it,” she said. “You are my daughter. That’s all.”

Jackie put on a pouty face. “You don’t think I’m pretty?”

Brenda did take that bait. “Jackie, honey, no,” she hastily said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “That’s not it. It’s just… not the kind of thing mothers are supposed to do with their children.”

Jackie shook her head. “I love you, Mom. And you love me. We’re not like most mothers or daughters. We’re friends, too. We’ve shared our lives, our secrets, our dreams.” She placed a hand on her mother’s thigh. “And all I want is to be closer to you, Mom. How can this be wrong if we both love one another?” She leaned closer to her mother, allowing her lips to brush the older woman’s ear. “Besides, Mom,” she breathed, “you are an incredibly sexy woman… and I just know that you’d be a hot fuck.”

“Jacqueline!” her mother gasped. But not with a lot of conviction.

“Mom, I’ve discovered sex between two women who trust each other and feel affection for one another is something truly beautiful and enjoyable. And that’s what I want to share with you, Mom.” She moved her face to her mother’s ear, blew in it softly, then kissed it gently. “More than anything else in the world…”

Shaking, her mother turned to her and they kissed… tentatively at first, then more frantically, their tongues coming into play.

And soon they were both undressed, and mother and daughter lay entwined in bed, kissing like the lovers they now were. Jackie made love to her mother, making her come over and over… all with an earnestness born of devotion. And, she realized, something of an adventurous spirit. They were bravely trying something new together… and both wanted to make sure it was a beautiful experience.

Soon, Brenda was eagerly returning her daughter’s affections, dipping her face between the girl’s thighs to taste Jackie’s cunt for the first time. Then she grew bolder, licking and sucking at the glistening sex before her like a woman possessed… until with a wild cry, Brenda’s daughter came in her face.

They made love for hours that night.

*****

By the time Jackie was finished with her story, Edie was squirming and nearly panting. Cupping her mother’s face in her hands, she kissed her warmly and wetly. Their tongues emerged to join in a loving duet, mouths sliding together sensuously. Jackie’s hands found her daughter’s ass cheeks again and she fondled Edie’s bottom, sending new bolts of sensation through the young woman.

“Mom,” Edie gasped, arching her back. “Oh, Mom!”

Jackie rolled over on top of Edie to pleasure the girl’s breasts, one after the other. She strummed her child’s nipple with her tongue, causing the young woman to moan helplessly.

Edie rolled them both over so she was on top as her mother continued to kiss and caress her. Jackie’s legs wrapped around Edie’s ass to pull her daughter down until their sexes met. Then she began to grind back and forth, pressing their dripping pussies together. Each woman’s tingling slit sent jolts of pleasurable friction through the other.

Wickedly stirred by these new sensations, Edie rocked forward and slid back, panting, “Oh, fuck… fuck… fuck!” under her breath.

Suddenly Edie’s eyes rolled back in her head. “Oh god… oh my god… ohmygodohmygodohmyggggg–!” and she came explosively from the wet, hot sensation of cunt against cunt, coupled with the mindblowing idea of her own mother actually fucking her. Panting and flushed, she collapsed on top of Jackie, who cradled her daughter’s head to her breast.

Jackie smiled. “I don’t want to wear you out your first time,” she said, her eyes shining with love for her daughter.

Edie raised an eyebrow and smiled wryly. She gently extricated herself from Jackie’s embrace, then slid down her mother’s body, pausing to place a butterfly kiss on Jackie’s nipple that made her gasp. Slowly she traced her tongue down her mother’s belly, making her way between her thighs.

Edie glanced up at her mother, who was now trembling in anticipation. “I’m going to lick your pussy now, Mom,” she cooed.

Jackie’s eyes rolled upward as Edie pressed her face into her throbbing sex. The girl began to lick her tentatively, exploring the heat and wetness of another woman’s cunt for the first time. “Oh!” Jackie exclaimed… “Oh, my darling,” her hands clutching at the sheets as her daughter began to eat her pussy for real.

Edie had no real idea what she was doing, just what she thought she would like and what her mom had done to her. It was more than enough. She was surprised to discover how much she loved the smell and taste of her mother’s vagina. Her mother bucked and shook and cried out as Edie feasted on her pussy.

Edie’s chin brushed the folds of her mother’s labia as she licked at Jackie’s clit. As she did, her mom’s legs closed over her daughter’s head and she began to writhe even harder, nearly screaming as she exploded in a convulsive climax that had her seeing stars. “Oh, my darling little girl,” she cried, her eyes shut tightly. “I love you!”

Edie pleasured her mother in a wild frenzy of incestuous lust, clawing at her legs, sliding her face up and down between the older woman’s thighs, her mouth loving every part of Jackie’s cunt.

Jackie screamed as the most intense orgasm of her entire life came crashing down upon her. “OH… MY BABY. MY DARLING LITTLE GIRL… OOHHH!” Every inch of her body seemed to be bathed in a sweet fire.

*****

When Jackie had had this little talk with her daughter about her lesbianism, a moment that seemed so long ago but wasn’t, she didn’t know what to expect from Edie. Her daughter might become angry and storm away. She might be confused and ask a lot of questions. She might be embarrassed to speak.

Instead, Edie just nodded her head, as if everything now made sense to her. Fleetingly, Jackie figured she was a smart girl, and she must have sensed something about her mother’s sexuality, even if she didn’t know about it outright.

All she knew was that Edie stood up and held out a hand to her. She stood up, too, and they hugged warmly. All Jackie’s anxieties about coming out to her daughter were melting away, and her heart glowed with happiness. Edie understood… or at least accepted.

Then Edie gently pulled away and studied her mother.

“What do you do?”

This was one question Jackie hadn’t prepared for. “Um… well, nothing out of the ordinary, if that’s what you mean.”

“How does it start?”

Jackie was puzzled. “How does it–”

Edie leaned in and pecked her mother on the lips. “Maybe… with a kiss?”

Jackie was alert, now. “I do like kissing,” she said softly.

Her daughter kissed her again, no tongue, just soft, careful lips. Then again, harder.

Jackie’s heart was pounding. “Edie, honey, I–”

Then again, Edie’s mouth parting slightly. And before she could think, Jackie’s tongue had slipped into Edie’s mouth, and she was kissing her own daughter like a lover.

Now Edie grabbed her mother’s shirt and began to tug it up over her head as their kisses grew frantic, desperate. They staggered about the room, the two of them, banging into the furniture, kissing frantically, “mmph”ing and trying to remove Jackie’s pastel top.

They finally got the shirt off, Jackie tossing it to the floor. Her daughter’s hands came up immediately to touch her breasts, caressing them. Jackie, still off balance and a little unsure, moaned and whimpered, “Edie… are you sure that you want this?”

The beautiful teenaged girl smiled lovingly at her mother… then moved in to kiss her gently, her tongue emerging to lick at her mother’s lower lip. Then she whispered “Teach me, Mom. Teach me about how women make love. I want to know everything… and there’s no one I’d rather learn from than you.” She closed her eyes, leaning close to kiss her again, then pulled away. “C’mon, Mom — let’s get naked.”

Edie grabbed her own shirt and practically tore it off. Her bra, too. Then she roughly embraced her mother, their breasts crushing together. Jackie sighed deliriously as her sweet child ran her hands and fingers through her mother’s hair. She slowly wrapped her arms around Edie, relaxing into their embrace as her daughter made love to her.

Before long Edie, her hands visibly shaking, were slipping off her jeans. Jackie took hers off, too. Both women’s panties were wet.

They embraced again, Edie grinding her pussy into her mother’s through their underwear. Jackie moaned and caressed her daughter, seeking out the teenage girl’s mouth with her own.

Finally Edie tugged her mother’s panties down, and Jackie returned the favor. Now naked, the new lovers pressed their bodies firmly together as they kissed, more passionately than ever. Jackie lowered her face to her daughter’s breasts, her mouth taking in a taut nipple. Edie inhaled sharply.

Jackie teased Edie’s nipples with her flicking tongue, suddenly remembering all the times she’d called her mother “Mommy” during their lovemaking. The incest she and her mother had indulged in had only made their love for one another stronger. She found herself desperately hoping Edie would call her “Mommy,” too…

*****

That was how it had started. Now, mother and daughter lay cuddled together in a warm afterglow.

Jackie kissed Edie tenderly, tasting her own pussy. She ran a finger along her daughter’s chin. “Sore?”

Edie smiled. “Yeah. But so worth it.” She kissed her mother back. “Way worth it.”

Jackie smiled brightly. Now they were softly, tenderly making out again. None of the hunger or urgency of before… just two women in love, tasting one another, luxuriating in a relaxed embrace. Being together.

After awhile Edie smiled up at her mother, and sank down to nuzzle at Jackie’s nipple. She lovingly engulfed it in her mouth and began suckling, like a baby. Jackie shivered and sighed contentedly. She stroked Edie’s hair. “My dearest love,” she whispered. “I hope you know now that sex isn’t just something you do, it’s a way to love. What you and I have, right now… it’s the greatest gift of our lives.”

“I think… I understand that now, Mom,” Edie murmured, raising herself up to kiss her mother’s sweet mouth.

The End

Girls Loving Girls

  • Posted on May 3, 2018 at 8:53 am

by Candy Kane

{ This story was originally posted at the Nifty Archive in November 1997}

“Karen, I’m going to take a shower,” Brenda said as the movie ended. “Want to join me?” She got up from the couch and stretched her arms over her head; her breasts pushed her T-shirt out as it rode up exposing her bare navel and tiny bikini panties. It was Saturday and our parents were away for the weekend. My seventeen-year-old twin sister and I had decided to spend the evening at home watching TV.

“Sounds good,” I said. “You get started while I clean up.” I watched her head up the stairs, her long legs tanned and slim, her bare feet padding on the carpet. I picked up the empty popcorn bowls and soda glasses and went to the kitchen.

The movie we rented was sexy with lots of nudity. Brenda and I had been lying on each end of our large living room couch. My hand had slipped down between my legs a few times during the really hot scenes, and I could tell from Brenda’s squirming that she was enjoying herself too. By the end of the movie, I was definitely turned on and wet. I knew from Brenda’s suggestion of the shower that she was as horny as I was.

Taking a shower together was not unusual; we loved being naked and touching each other. When we were younger, it was innocent, sisterly stuff: inquisitive fingers exploring under a nightie or a bathing suit. But when we became teenagers, things started getting a lot hotter between us. Like the first time Brenda made out with a boy. She raced home to tell me. I wanted to know how it felt so she showed me. From then on, we would practice our kissing techniques on each other before we went out on a date. I quickly realized that I liked making out with my sister more than with any boy.

We shared a large bedroom with two beds, but in the winter we often slept together. Many nights, we would snuggle up to get warm and our hands would wander, caress, and search. It was so erotic to fall asleep with our bodies entwined and my hand between Brenda’s legs or hers on my breast. One night, I woke up to feel her finger in me. She must have been having a very wet dream; she was fingering me in her sleep. I thought it was so adorable and returned the favor, awakening her from her slumber with a warm, wet orgasm.

The memory sent a tingle down between my legs as I finished cleaning up the kitchen and headed upstairs to our parents’ huge bathroom. It had a whirlpool and double-headed shower. I could see Brenda through the steamy glass shower doors. She had her head tilted back, letting the hot water wash over her face. Her small breasts glistened from the hot water. As she turned around, I could see the V-shaped pubic patch that pointed like an arrow to her slit. I had trimmed it for her only a few days before and called it my “get to the point” design.

I pulled my T-shirt over my head and pushed my panties down my legs. My pussy was still damp from playing with myself earlier. Sliding the glass door open, I stepped inside as the steam rushed up and surrounded me.

“Let me wash your back,” I purred, reaching for the washcloth.

“Wait, Karen,” Brenda held my arm, “just your hands.”

“You’re such a bad girl,” I said as she pulled me into the stream of water.

Brenda handed me a bar of soap and turned to face the marble wall. “Do my back.”

I lathered up my hands and rubbed them in big circles over her back, starting at her shoulders and working my way down. Brenda leaned forward placing her hands on the wall; her head faced down between her arms as the hot water sprayed over her. I increased my circles to include her ribs and hips, letting my hands reach around to sweep over her breasts. Every second or third time, I would pause to give her nipples extra attention; they hardened at my touch. I ran my hands along her arms stopping to gently clean her armpits. My sister was very sensitive there and had told me that when I kissed or caressed her underarms, it sent sparks shooting down between her legs. I hoped it was working now.

From there, I lathered up the soap again and worked my way down to her bottom. And what a thing of beauty: tight and perfectly shaped. Brenda’s clothes clung so nicely to it; I know because I watched it just as much as everyone else did when she walked down the hall at school. Brenda and I loved to play little sexy games when we were in public. Like at school, we would go into a stall in the bathroom and finger each other until we came… or touch one another in crowded elevators without being noticed.

As the hot water created a steam cloud wrapping itself around us, I leaned forward and kissed Brenda’s back. Then I lathered up again and rubbing her beautiful bottom. Running my slippery hand up and down her ass crack, I could tell she was getting aroused. Her breathing deepened and she spread her legs for me. “Get me really clean,” Brenda said, smiling over her shoulder.

“Expecting company?” I asked.

“Only that wicked tongue of yours.”

“My, aren’t we horny tonight.” I squatted down and ran my soapy hands along her legs enjoying the feel of her soft inner thighs. While I stroked them, my eyes never left that gorgeous ass right in front of my face, particularly her puckered little hole. It looked like a small flower and I remembered the first time I saw it up close. We were in bed one night exploring each other’s bodies using only the glow of a flashlight. Brenda lay on her stomach and stuck her bottom up. She reached back and spread her cheeks so I could see her hole, asking me what it looked like. I told her I thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world — next to her pussy, of course! That night we spent hours playing with and licking each other’s bottoms.

I continued washing Brenda’s legs working my way up until I was stroking her pussy from behind. She moaned at my touch. Then I took my thumbnail and softly scratched her anus causing an immediate contraction of her cheeks. I pushed the tip of my thumb against her little hole until her muscles relaxed, and then let it slide in about an inch or so. Brenda responded by pushing back, taking it in further.

With my thumb inside her, I pressed my hips up against her ass. Spreading my legs slightly, I brought my pussy against the back of my hand and started a slow pumping rhythm as my thumb slid in and out of her while I massaged her cunt. Next, I leaned over so my breasts lay against her back. I reached my other hand around and cupped her left breast, taking her swollen nipple between my fingers and giving it a firm squeeze. I pushed my pussy against my hand forcing my thumb up inside her rectum as far as it would go.

“God, that feels so good,” she managed to say as she met my thrusts. “Just the right size.” Her words were slurred as her breathing quickened, her body trembled. I know my sister well; she was going to come fast and hard. I loved the feel of my cunt pressing against my hand, but right then I was thinking only of her; all I wanted was to make her come.

She climaxed with a shudder; gritting her teeth and jerking her head up and back. She made a low moaning sound as she closed her eyes, the steaming water washing over us. I slowed my thrusts and tried to support Brenda to keep her from sinking to the floor; her legs shaking, her body limp. Slowly she recovered and caught her breath. As I took my thumb out of her, I gave her pussy a few loving strokes and covered her back and neck with kisses.

She straightened and turned around, her eyes glazed over with sex. Brenda wrapped her arms around my neck and locked her mouth on mine, her tongue shot out in a hot, wet kiss. It was not a sisterly peck but a passionate, “fuck me” kiss. Our breasts pressed together… wet and slippery, soft and wonderful. We shifted slightly so our pussies could grind against each other’s thighs; our hips moved in a wanton, lustful motion. Finally, we broke the embrace and I took Brenda by the hand. “Let’s dry off and go to bed,” I said.

“Is that a proposition?” she asked with a giggle.

“Let’s just say I heard you were… easy.”

She kissed me again while she slid her hand down my stomach to my pussy, her middle finger resting between my folds. Then she whispered into my ear, “Meet you in the bedroom, cutie.”

Shutting off the water, we opened the glass doors and stepped out. Brenda grabbed two large towels and we dried each other off. I was so turned on I wanted to pull her to the floor and go down on her right there. But before I could, Brenda threw her towel over my head. “So you think I’m easy, do you? Well, little sister, if you want to fuck me, you’ve got to catch me first.”

With that, she ran out the door and down the hall. Tossing the towel aside, I raced after her, thoroughly enjoying her girlish laughter and the sight of her bouncing ass and long legs as she disappeared around a corner. Down the stairs we ran, me catching her only to have Brenda slip out of my grasp and sprint to the next room. Finally, she ran back up the stairs, heading for our parents’ room and their king sized bed. By the time I caught up, Brenda had yanked the covers off and thrown them to the side. Then she scrambled onto the bed and positioned herself with her back to the headboard. I stopped a few feet away to catch my breath. “Is there something you wanted, young lady?” she said, nonchalant as if she had just noticed me for the first time.

I gave out a little growl and went down on my hands and knees, my cunt throbbing and flared wide open, ready for love. Brenda brought her knees up and spread her legs apart. Then she reached down with her fingertips and opened herself to me, her sex glistening. I crawled between her thighs. Her scent filled my nostrils. I was so turned on, my body shook, my eyes blurred. I bent down and kissed her pussy with the same passion I would have kissed her mouth. Then I lowered myself onto the bed, the coolness of the sheets wonderful against my naked body.

As Brenda wrapped her long legs around my head, I devoured her like a hungry animal; licking, sucking and drinking in all the sweet love juice that flowed from her cunt. I reached up, took her nipples between my fingertips, and squeezed them as I licked her. She moved her hips in unison to my thrusts and her soft purring quickly turned to moans and cries as her climax built. Brenda ran her fingers through my hair, pushing on my head to force my tongue deeper inside her. Finally she stiffened and squeezed me tight with her legs as an explosive orgasm rocked her body. I slowed and opened my eyes, looking up at her. It was the most beautiful sight I could imagine as I watched her drift in and out of the blissful haze.

“Come here, baby,” she breathed, opening her arms to me. I crawled up her body, licking and kissing as much of her salty, damp skin as I could. When our lips were inches apart, she wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed hungrily. My lips and chin were wet from her pussy, and she tasted herself with delighted purrs of pleasure.

“I love making you come,” I said between kisses.

“Really, I hadn’t noticed.” We both giggled as we continued planting kisses all over each other’s faces.

“You’ve been doing all the work,” Brenda said when we finally stopped to catch our breath. “Now it’s my turn,” and scooted out from under me. Still on my stomach, I waited until she positioned herself behind me before I pulled my knees in and stuck my ass up. I could feel her warm breath as she nuzzled her face between my cheeks. Then she ran her tongue up and down my crack using the tip to tease my asshole before moving down to lick my pussy. “You smell so good,” she said between licks.

“Good enough to eat?” I asked with a wiggle.

Her answer was a loud moan as she pressed her face into me and licked at my pussy. Brenda knew how much I loved being eaten from behind and electricity shot through me when her tongue went in my pussy and her nose pushed on my anus. I reached back to spread my cheeks and she rubbed my legs and ass, her experienced tongue doing exactly what I liked.

“Oh, you’re such a fucking nasty girl!” I said through clenched teeth. Suddenly the phone rang.

“Shit!” Brenda said, looking up.

Slowly I swung around, out of breath, my chest heaving. “It could be Mom or Dad. We’ve got to answer it.” I took her face in my hands and pulled her mouth to mine. I could taste my pussy all over her.

“Fuck!” she said as we broke the kiss.

“Hold that thought.” I rolled over to reach the phone on the table beside the bed. “Hello.” I listened for a moment and then held my hand over the receiver. “It’s Mrs. Cummings from down the street,” I whispered. “She’s been called into an emergency shift at the hospital and her husband’s on the road. She wants to know if we could baby-sit Lisa tonight?”

“Lisa?”

“You know, her twelve-year-old.” As I spoke, I watched Brenda as she slowly slipped two fingers in and out of her pussy. She knew she was driving me crazy as she brought them up and licked off her juice. With a wicked smile, she stuck her fingers deep inside her again and then offered them to me.

“Cut that out, Brenda,” I whispered. “We have to decide. Do we want her over here or not?”

“Well,” Brenda murmured, smiling mysteriously, “how can we have fun when there’s a twelve-year-old around to watch?” She paused for a moment, then said, “Unless…”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I said slyly. “Maybe… maybe we could all have some three-way fun.”

Brenda reached over and ran her hand down between my legs. “Mrs. Cummings,” I said with difficulty as Brenda played with me. “We’d love to help you out. Just sent Lisa on over and don’t worry about a thing. She’ll be in good hands.” Brenda laughed out loud at that last comment and I found it hard to keep a straight face until I hung up.

“You have the dirtiest mind of anyone I know,” I said. Then I leaned over and put my lips to her ear. “Besides, what if I don’t want to share you with some little twelve-year-old hottie?”

Brenda ran her fingers through my hair. “Remember, lover, what I’ve got is yours anytime you want it.” She kissed me hard, then said, “Now I wonder what it would take to get in Lisa’s panties?”

“She is kind of cute.” I casually played with Brenda’s patch of pubic fleece.

“I saw her in a two-piece not too long ago,” Brenda said. “She’s got a nice ass and her tits are just starting to develop.”

“Then let’s get dressed and ready for her.” We both laughed as I rolled off the bed and reached out my hand. Brenda took it and we headed down the hall arm-in-arm.

“What do you wear to seduce a twelve-year-old girl?” I said.

Now who’s got the dirty mind?” she said and ran her hand down my bare ass.

*****

“Hi Lisa.” Brenda held the door open. The petite seventh grader smiled and walked in, a small gym bag hung from her right hand.

“You guys are really great to let me come over,” Lisa said as she stood in the foyer and looked around. I could see her from the living room. She was dressed in short denim cutoffs and a Nike pullover. Her long blond hair was tied in a ponytail and she wore white tennis shoes, no socks. Her legs were long, firm, and starting to take shape; her breasts were developing nicely. Brenda was right, she did have a cute ass and it definitely filled out her snug shorts. My pussy tingled at the thought of licking it.

“Come on in, Lisa,” I called. She walked into the living room, put her bag down, and plopped down on the couch beside me.

“You hungry?” I asked.

“No thanks, Karen, I ate just before I came over.” Then she turned and looked at the TV. “What are you watching?” she asked with a startled expression. I had one of my dad’s X-rated videotapes playing in the VCR, the ones he and Mom kept hidden and didn’t think we knew about. I had located a hot scene just as Lisa arrived.

“Oh, this,” I said nonchalantly. “We rented a couple of movies for tonight. You like adult films?” As Lisa stared at the screen, two girls and a guy had just undressed each other.

“Yeah… I guess,” Lisa said hesitantly, transfixed on the images. One girl knelt in front of the guy and put his dick in her mouth while the other girl crawled under her friend and ate her. Lisa’s eyes grew wide.

Brenda came over and sat on the other side of Lisa. “This movie is guaranteed to get you wet,” she said.

“Um, okay,” was all Lisa said, sinking back into the couch nervously.

“You don’t mind if I turn the lights down, do you, Lisa?” I asked.

“No,” she said, never taking her eyes off the sex on the screen.

As the movie continued, the scene got hotter: the two girls were doing each other in a sixty-nine while the guy screwed the one on top from behind. The girl on the bottom licked her friend’s cunt and the guy’s balls at the same time. It didn’t take more than a few minutes before I saw Lisa move her hand down between her legs. I tried not to let her know I was watching but this was definitely promising. The hotter the movie made her the better our chances of getting her out of those little tight shorts.

Lisa reminded me of some girls we had fun with last summer. Brenda and I were both counselors at a girl’s camp in the mountains. One night we wound up looking after six twelve-year-olds while the rest of the kids went on an overnight camp-out. It started raining so the eight of us were stuck in one of the cabins.

The girls were all restless and horny, and the conversation quickly turned to sex. One of them had smuggled in a copy of Penthouse and started reading the letters out loud. One story was about two cheerleaders who took a shower together and wound up making love. This brought a lot of suggestive comments about what would happen if we all showered together.

I was getting really turned on and I told the girls I had to go pee. I motioned Brenda to follow me into the bathroom, and when we were alone, I suggested we sneak off to one of the other empty cabins and make love. To entice her, I put my hand down my jeans and slipped a finger into my already moist pussy. I offered it to her and she licked it clean, then told me that after what she saw earlier, we might have more fun staying with the other girls.

I asked her what she meant and she told me that two of the girls went outside on the porch to smoke a cigarette. After a few minutes, she went to the window to see what was taking them so long and she saw them kissing and making out. I immediately saw her point; my pussy moistened at the idea of eating something that young and sweet.

When we came out of the bathroom, the girls were still looking at the pictures in the magazine. Brenda pulled out a couple of joints and we all sat around and smoked them. Then someone suggested we play strip poker. To make it interesting, we decided that the loser of each hand had to let another girl remove the article of clothing.

Brenda lost the first hand on purpose to break the ice. She picked me and I pretended to be her boyfriend. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt, seductively sliding it off her shoulders. Then I went behind her, reached around and playfully fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples through her bra. The girls called out for more and cheered me on. I pulled one side of her bra down and flashed them a nipple. This brought more cheers and applause.

I lost the next hand, so I stood up and made Brenda kneel in front of me and pull my jeans down. Like a guy shoving dollar bills in a stripper’s garter, Brenda stuck a few playing cards in the top of my panties and asked me what she got for her “money”. One of the cards was an ace, so I put it down the front of my panties and rubbed it on my wet pussy. I took it out and let her sniff. Then she passed it around and the girls all agreed I smelled sexy.

I lost another hand. Brenda removed my bra and teased my nipples until they were hard and stuck straight out. Then she hooked her fingers in the sides of my bikini panties and slowly pulled them down until my bare slit was showing. Just the week before we had started shaving each other’s pussies. When I sat back down, I spread my legs so everyone got a good view. It made me so wet knowing seven girls were looking at my pussy.

The effect of the grass was really kicking in now and everyone was acting silly and having fun. The comments were getting very sexual, bisexual to be exact. One of the girls lost the next hand. While her friend pulled the girl’s shorts off, Brenda announced that all this was making her so horny she didn’t care which one of us fucked her as long as it was soon.

Each time it was our turn to strip a piece of clothing off one of the girls, Brenda and I would “accidentally” touch them between their legs, brush their nipples or whisper something sexy in their ears. By the time we were all down to just panties, everyone was masturbating and the air was thick with the smell of wet pussies. Then a couple of the girls started French kissing and playing with each other.

One of the girls, a pretty redhead with pink lace panties, had been staring at my partially exposed pussy for the last few hands. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes; she was dying to fuck, and made it a point to let me see the wet spot between her legs. Acting like there was no one else in the room, she stood up and slipped her panties off. Then she came over and sat in my lap wrapping her legs around me. She held her panties up and asked me if I wanted to smell them. With our eyes locked on each other, I brought them to my nose, breathed deeply, and told her she smelled heavenly. We kissed passionately and she ran her hand down between my legs.

Brenda turned out the lights, and suddenly there were naked girls everywhere. I had never heard so much slurping and sucking and moaning in my life. In the dark, it didn’t matter who was with who; it was a girl/girl frenzy. My little redhead was so turned on, the first time I touched her clitoris, she screamed and climaxed.

I remember at one point having two girls sucking my nipples, one eating me, and one sitting on my face. It was so much fun showing them how to please each other. I lost count of how many times I came that night because the girl I slept with was having the first orgasms of her life and she was insatiable; we fucked for hours. When she finally fell asleep, I laid there for a long time with her in my arms listening to the erotic sounds of the other girls making sweet lesbian love.

The next morning, I awoke from a wonderful wet dream to find my little redhead back in my bed. She had her warm mouth on my breast and a finger in my pussy. I pulled her mouth to mine and she tasted delicious. She said good morning and asked if I was hungry. I told her I was starving and she giggled saying she had something for me to eat. Then she got up on her knees, straddled my face and lowered her adorable little pussy down on my mouth.

My little redhead still calls me once or twice a month to talk about that night. We always wind up having phone sex and masturbating together.

Thinking about how much fun I had with all that fresh girl-candy made my pussy ache as I sat next to Lisa and watched the porn flick. I was really turned on, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lisa rubbing herself.

“This is making me so hot,” Brenda said, standing up. We wore only T-shirts and panties and Brenda pulled her shirt over her head. She slipped her panties down and slid them off purposefully bending over so Lisa got a full view of her ass and delicious slit peeking between her legs. Her nipples stood out like pencil erasers as she sat back down, this time right next to Lisa. God, she played dirty, I thought with a smile.

“What… what are you doing?” Lisa said. Her voice was more puzzled than alarmed as she looked at the naked girl beside her.

“I don’t know about you,” Brenda said, “but I’m so fucking horny.” She started to caress her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. “Does this bother you?” she asked Lisa. “If it does, I can go in the bedroom and get myself off.”

“Well, n-no, I guess not.” Lisa wasn’t attempting to hide the fact that she was rubbing herself now, and Brenda’s beautiful, naked body so close to her only seemed to add to her arousal.

“I think you’ve got the right idea, Brenda,” I said and pulled my shirt off. Without standing up, I slipped my panties under my ass and down my legs. Then I tossed them at Brenda who held the crotch up to her nose.

“Smells like somebody wants to fuck,” she said, and playfully tossed them back at me.

Lisa was staring. “Are you guys always this…”

“Crazy?” Brenda said.

“Definitely.” I added.

“Sometimes we get so turned on,” Brenda said, “we do each other.”

Lisa’s eyes grew wide as she looked back and forth at our naked bodies. The timing was perfect as the movie changed to a girl-girl love scene. It was obvious I had picked the right tape; there were two beautiful, young girls French kissing. Lisa watched intently as they got into a sixty-nine and began licking one another.

“Don’t you just love having your pussy eaten like that?” I said as I looked at Lisa.

“I’ve never…” she said softly. “I mean, no one has…” her voice trailed away as her gaze shifted from us to the TV screen.

Her body must be on fire by now, I thought. Her hands were between her legs, her fingers fighting their way under the edge of her shorts. Brenda leaned over and whispered in Lisa’s ear, “That’ll be a lot more fun if you take your pants off.”

Without hesitating, Lisa wiggled out of her shorts and panties, and pulled her shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts, the size of ripe plums, looked delicious. When her fingers went back to work, I looked down at the most beautiful little hairless pussy. Lisa’s fingers moved in and out, her head back slightly, her breathing heavy. The sight made me light-headed. Brenda winked at me and I knew what she was thinking. In less than ten minutes we had managed to get Lisa to take her clothes off and masturbate in front of us. This was too easy.

Phase two of our seduction of Lisa was about to begin. So far, it had been each of us doing our own thing. Now it was time for group involvement.

When the movie ended, I stood up. “I feel like dancing,” I said and went over to the CD player. I put on a grinding rock song and moved back in front of the two naked girls. As the song started, I did my best slut dance; a lot of bending over and squatting down so Lisa could see what was between my legs. She stared at my crotch as I ran my hands up and down my body. Then I reached out and said, “Lisa, come dance with me.”

She gave Brenda a hesitant look and then turned back to me, not sure what to do. Brenda ran her hand up the inside of Lisa’s thigh lightly touching her pussy and whispered in her ear, “Let’s see how wet you two can make me.” I danced over and took Lisa by the hand. Pulling her off the couch, I brought her to the middle of the room and started dancing beside her.

She caught on quickly… and it was obvious she had a little slut in her too. Soon she was rubbing up against me, teasing me with her ass and sliding her hands seductively over her body and down between her legs. I could tell Brenda was thoroughly enjoying our little game. Lisa was definitely aroused; I could smell her pussy and it drove me crazy.

The song ended and a slow song started. Lisa took a step toward the couch as if she were going to sit down when I grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

“Want to drive Brenda crazy?” I said. “Let see how sexy we can slow dance together.”

I turned her around so she faced my sister and pushed my crotch against her ass, pressing my tits into her back. Moving my pelvis in a slow, sexy rotation, I placed my hands on her hips and guided her in sync with me. Lisa quickly followed my lead and we moved over to dance just a few feet in front of Brenda.

My sister already had her legs spread and was masturbating. The music was perfect: slow and steamy. I felt Lisa reach behind and start rubbing my hips and thighs. She slid one hand down between my legs and touched my pussy while she used her other to stroke herself. Then she closed her eyes and let her head drift back to rest on my shoulder. I kissed her neck and ear, whispering how fantastic her body felt against me. “Do you like this?” I asked.

“I love it,” she answered, never opening her eyes. Her finger found my slit and I trembled at her touch. I lightly pulled her chin around and our lips met. I slid my tongue into her mouth. She tasted wonderful! We kissed as I felt her finger slide easily into my wet hole. Then Lisa let out a heavy moan. I looked down to see Brenda on her knees, her head buried in the little girl’s crotch.

My hands went up and cupped Lisa’s breasts and I closed my mouth over hers exploring the inside with my tongue. It was all I could do to keep from falling, I was so aroused. Finally, I led her to the couch and laid on my back pulling her down on me. She kissed me passionately, her tongue in my mouth. I pulled her knees up spreading her open for my sister.

Brenda lay between my legs and sank her face into Lisa’s ass while she fingered me. I ran my hands all over Lisa’s body, trying to taste and touch as much of her as I could. I was dying to eat her but I let Brenda have the first taste. I could tell from their moans that both girls were really getting off. Lisa’s hips ground into me and her breathing became heavy. Suddenly she let out a gasp and her body stiffened. I continued kissing her face and neck as the orgasm washed over her.

She lay on me, breathless, covered in sweat, her eyes closed. “God, I never felt anything like that before,” she said after a few moments.

“Just the first of many, my sweet little lover,” I whispered to her. Brenda moved up and lay beside us, kissing me then Lisa. Our mouths were close and the three of us kissed together. I could taste Lisa’s juice on my sister’s mouth; it was intoxicating. I had to have Lisa or I was going to explode.

“Trade places, sweetheart,” I said to her. She moved over and let me up. As I worked my way down the couch, Brenda got up on her knees, straddling Lisa’s face. She reached up and wrapped her arms around Brenda’s legs, pulling my sister down to her eager mouth. At the same time, I lay between Lisa’s legs and spread her cunt with my fingers. Then I put my hands under her ass, pushed her legs up, and brought my mouth down on her.

The sensation of tasting this delicious twelve-year-old was almost more than I could take. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, trying to taste her pussy and lick her ass all at once. I raised up to see Brenda, her head thrown back, eyes closed, her fingers caressing her nipples in a deep sexual trance as Lisa moved her tongue in and out of my sister. Lisa was totally ours now, her body completely overcome with the forbidden pleasures of lesbian love. We climaxed together in a symphony of moans and cries.

Spent, the three of us lay on the couch, our bodies glistening, our faces and cunts wet. The room was filled with the smell of sex.

After resting for a few minutes, Brenda said, “I’m going for a hot shower. You guys want to join me?”

“Sounds nice,” Lisa said.

We each took her by the hand and headed up the stairs.

The End

Play Date

  • Posted on April 15, 2018 at 10:00 am

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: This initiates a new series of stories to appear at Juicy Secrets: items from my rather largish library of lesbian fiction that come from… well, I know not where. I compiled thousands of stories before realizing the wisdom of noting A) the author’s name, and B) the website from whence it came. Foolish, I know. Many of these are works that I tweaked somewhat — fixing errors, editing out unwanted male sex partners, or expanding the text — which usually meant adding more sex.

Some of these are simply too good to keep hidden away… so the idea will be to post the story, while encouraging anyone who knows the original (or even better, happened to write the original in the first place) to contact us. In most cases, if the author is willing, we’ll be happy to post the authentic story — and in all cases, we will immediately take ours down if the author so desires. 

Thanks, and enjoy! 

*****

Sarah had such an incredibly sexy ass that I couldn’t keep myself from stealing glances at it. She wore a thin, lavender muslin skirt and a halter top. Sunlight spilled through the window where she stood, making her long brown hair seem nearly golden. The shape of her body was obvious through her clothes.

I leaned back into the couch, sipping Chardonnay and trying to stay calm. I wanted to play this cool, to figure out how she felt about love between women before I tried anything, but she kept her house chilly, and I could feel my nipples getting hard beneath my dress. I supposed there was no way I could hide that. I just sort of grinned. If I was very lucky, it would turn her on.

She turned back to me and smiled. “Well, the girls seem to be getting along fine,” she said.

I was here on the pretext of a play date for our daughters, who were now in the backyard. They had ballet class together, where I had met Sarah. She was the most attractive of the other mothers, single, and about my age. I had heard through the grapevine that she’d had a bad breakup with the father, and wasn’t dating right now. Perhaps she had given up on men. I could only hope…

She came back, sat down opposite me, and poured herself some more wine.

“You have a lovely house,” I said.

“Thanks.”

She took a sip and leaned back, gazing at me. She seemed very comfortable. I wasn’t. I felt my cheeks start to redden from her attention.

Sarah just kept scrutinizing me. She had the loveliest soft brown eyes, too.

I had never been the aggressive sort, preferring to play things out slowly with a potential lover. To be honest, I had always been a bit awkward at this. Plus, I reminded myself, our daughters are just outside. So I sat there, excited but flustered. It took all of my willpower to refrain from touching myself.

All that being said, I suspected that it was obvious how I felt about Sarah.

Summoning my courage, I smiled at her, looking into her eyes. Then I let my gaze drift down, over her chest. Her breasts were nice and shapely. She wore no bra, and her halter left plenty exposed. She had a nice flat tummy, with a bit of definition to her abs. Her legs were lean and athletic, and lightly tanned. She had kicked off her shoes earlier, when we arrived. Her feet seemed delicate, compared to the rest of her. They were nestled in the plush white carpet.

She parted her legs a bit and gave me a knowing smile. I tried to calm myself down. I hadn’t any intention of doing anything with Sarah today, not with my little girl there. I just wanted to get to know her, to find out if she was interested.

It was pretty clear that she was.

The girls came in laughing and holding hands. Kelsey, my daughter, was ten. She was wearing a little blue jumper dress and had her black hair up in curls. I thought she looked perfectly adorable, even if her knees and elbows were dirty from playing outside.

Ashley, Sarah’s daughter, was eleven. She was wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She had her mother’s brown hair, tied up in a ponytail, and a cute elfin face. She stood a few inches taller than Kelsey, and was dragging her along into the house. Both girls were glistening in the shaft of sunlight that spilled through the open door.

“Mom,” Ashley blurted out, “We’re thirsty. Can we get some lemonade?”

I straightened up and tried to seem relaxed, not wanting the girls to see me in such an obvious state of arousal. Sarah seemed to have no such qualms, though. She sat just as she was, legs parted, a hungry look in her eyes.

“Sure,” she responded.

The girls went to skip past us toward the kitchen when Sarah stopped them.

“Sweetie…” she said, “You’re forgetting the kiss tax.”

Ashley giggled. “Sorry, Mom.”

“In our house, we have a kiss tax,” she said to me. Every time you go into the kitchen for a drink or snacks while someone is sitting here in the living room, you have to pay a forfeit of one kiss.”

Ashley went up to her mother, leaned in and and hugged her. Then she looked over at me a bit warily, as if deciding something. She planted a cute little kiss on Sarah’s cheek.

“And Kelsey, I know you’re a guest here, but you have to pay the kiss tax too.”

She beckoned Kelsey to come to her. It was all a bit weird, but I did nothing to stop it. Kelsey had always been an affectionate girl, and loved to give and receive hugs. It was just a bit disturbing to see my little girl embrace a woman I was longing to fuck.

Sarah took Kelsey up into her arms, giving her a big hug. “You’re such a pretty little girl,” she said, “Simply delightful.”

Kelsey had a great big smile on her face as she hugged Sarah back. They kissed each other on the cheek.

“Mmmmm,” Sarah cooed. She gave Kelsey a little pat on her bottom, then looked over at me and gave me a big smile. I opened my mouth to speak, but said nothing.

As for Sarah’s daughter Ashley, she just stood there, studying me.

“All right, girls,” Sarah then said, “you have to pay Audrey the kiss tax, too.”

The girls approached me. Kelsey was closer, and got there first. She crawled into my lap and embraced me. I felt my heart race with a sudden excitement — perhaps because I’d been thinking about sex all afternoon, and was so aroused that even hugging my little girl was enough to intensify the heat between my legs. I was on fire, my heart singing with adoration for my little girl as we kissed each other warmly on the cheek.

I caressed her softly, my sweet little daughter with her dark curls. Her slender body, covered by a soft cotton jumper, pressed against mine. Something lurid passed through my consciousness, a sudden impulse to kiss her on the mouth. I closed my eyes and silently counted to ten. My body hungered for love like it never had before and I was quaking with the need for release, but I couldn’t let Kelsey see that.

Then Kelsey drew away, and Ashley lightly touched my arm, as if she was waiting for permission to kiss me. She had her mother’s soft brown eyes, and I could feel myself falling into them.

I took the sweet nymph into my arms and hugged her. How could I not?

She embraced me warmly, tenderly. I felt my hard nipples brushing against her body through the dress I wore.

I let out an involuntary little sigh, my eyes drifting shut. It isn’t wrong to hug and kiss little girls, I reminded myself. That I’m turned on right now, holding Ashley… just a coincidence. It’s her mother I want. Only her.

I felt Ashley’s lips brush against my cheek, then again. Angel-soft little kisses. They were luscious. Then they strayed to my mouth!

It was a tiny kiss, then another — brief, barely even a touch. My eyes flickered open. She sat back looking at me, deciding. Then she kissed me again. I let her. My lips parted, just a bit.

I was kissing a little girl on the mouth. In front of her mother. In front of my daughter.

“Okay, you’re all paid up, honey,” Sarah said, just in time to keep me from bringing my tongue into play. “You girls go on and enjoy your lemonade.”

Ashley drew away from me. I glanced over at Kelsey, not knowing how she might have reacted to seeing me kiss her new friend that way. She seemed a little puzzled, but nothing more. Then Ashley seized her hand, leading Kelsey into the kitchen.

“M-my God,” I whispered, once they’d left the room.

Sarah smiled at me. “That was a bit much for you, huh?” she said.

“Look, I’m so sorry. I don’t ever act like that.”

“It’s okay, sweetie. I’m very open with Ashley about love and sex. She obviously figured out that you like me, and was just playing with you.”

I gaped at her, my heart suddenly racing.

“You do like me, don’t you?” she asked.

“Oh God, yes,” I blurted out.

She smiled hugely. “I like you too. Very much, I think. Why don’t we send the girls up to Ashley’s room and we can go to mine. My daughter knows not to disturb me there. Will Kelsey be all right?”

I began to speak, hesitated. “She doesn’t know about my, um… liking women.”

Sarah gave me a thoughtful smile. “Perhaps it’s time she found out.”

This was not how I had planned things. Sarah got up and walked to the kitchen, and I stared at her legs and ass as she passed. Almost involuntarily, I reached up to lightly brush one of my nipples. It felt divine. There was a rising dampness between my legs.

I nodded to myself. Yes. It was time that Kelsey found out about me. Finally.

Taking a deep breath, I followed Sarah into the kitchen. The girls were fumbling with a big pitcher of lemonade, evidently pouring their second glasses.

When I entered, Sarah reached for my hand. “Girls,” she said, “Audrey and I want to be alone for awhile. Do you think you could both go upstairs to play, and not come out until we call?”

The girls looked at us. Ashley seemed to understand exactly what was going on. She smiled and said, “All right, Mom. Have fun.”

Kelsey looked confused, though, so I went to her.

“Sweetie,” I said, “Sarah and I are becoming more than just friends. Do you understand that?”

“Uh… I’m not sure.”

“I have a lot of warm feelings for her. Adult feelings. She and I want to be together alone, to… explore those feelings.”

“Like you both are girlfriends?” she asked.

“Sort of, sweetie, yes.”

“They’re just gonna get all lovey-dovey and kissy,” Ashley giggled. “C’mon, let’s go to my room and play.” She grabbed Kelsey by the hand and pulled her away, leading her out of the kitchen and toward the stairs. Kelsey looked back at me, still puzzled.

“She’ll be fine,” Sarah said, wrapping her arm around my waist. She leaned into me. I felt her breast press against my arm. My body responded.

The girls disappeared up the stairs. Then I heard them both giggle.

“See, they’re perfectly okay,” Sarah said. She kissed my cheek gently.

I stopped worrying about Kelsey, turned to my new friend and returned her kiss. Her tongue darted into my mouth, and I moaned in delight, melting into her embrace.

We kissed hungrily for a minute or so, then Sarah gently drew away. “Come with me,” she murmured.

I followed her up the stairs, my hand on her ass most of the way. We passed a door that said KEEP OUT in big magenta letters. I heard the girls chattering and laughing on the other side as we continued down the hall to the door at the end. Sarah led me inside, then shut the door firmly before shoving me against it. I gasped in a mixture of surprise and sexual heat.

She kissed me hotly, probing with her tongue. I fondled her ass, the thin fabric of her skirt and panties offering little resistance to my exploring fingers. I pressed between her legs, feeling the back of her skirt grow damp to the touch. She moaned, grinding her pelvis into mine. I allowed my fingers to drift upward, to where her asshole should be, and pressed between her cheeks.

“Oh fuck,” she muttered. I was touching her through two layers of fabric, but I could tell I was in the right place. “So you’re into that.”

“College left me with two worthwhile things,” I said. “Kelsey, and my taste for women’s asses.”

“Ooooh,” she moaned, gripping me tightly, her eyes wide as I fingered Sarah’s anus through her clothes.

“Do you like it?”

“Mmmmm, It feels fucking great. D-don’t stop.”

I smiled. I began to feel relaxed, in control. Everything had been so weird, awkward, and nervous so far, but now I had her ass, and she loved it.

I positioned her on the bed, up on all fours, then unfastened her skirt, dropping it to the floor. Her panties were a sheer lilac floral print, so pretty that they literally made my pussy tingle. I bent to give her a few gentle kisses through the fabric, then the panties came off, too.

Her ass was like a dream… like a juicy pink peach, full and fleshy, jiggling deliciously when I gave her a light smack.

Kneeling behind Sarah, I parted her cheeks with both hands. Her rosebud was tiny and smooth, her pussy was and delicate, with swollen labia. I leaned in and licked both with one stroke of the tongue. She moaned. I moaned. Her taste was heavenly.

I licked her anus again, trailing my tongue through the puckered cleft, then gave it a wet, sucking kiss. I felt her whole body tense up. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.”

I pressed in my tongue, hard, and reached the fleshy inner parts of her asshole. It tasted metallic, and slightly sweet.

“Mmmm… your ass tastes great!” I exclaimed, raising my head. Then, parting her cheeks as widely as possible, I pushed my tongue into her rectum, fucking it in and out. By now, my cunt was throbbing like a idling engine, so I pulled up my dress and groped myself while I ate her ass.

“Holy fuck,” she said, “No one has ever done this to me before…”

“Really?” I asked, breathing heavily, still nuzzling her crack, “I got the impression you were pretty experienced.”

“I am! But this… this is some wild kinky shit.”

“But do you like it?” I cooed.

She twisted her head around, flashing me a bad-girl smile. “I fucking love it,” she gasped.

I grinned back. “Cool. Then you can do it to me.”

I gave her pussy and ass one more wet lick… and when Sarah rolled over and onto her back, I climbed on top of her, then crushed my mouth to hers in a passionate kiss.

She moaned as I fucked her mouth with my tongue, then broke away, eyes wild, panting for breath.

“Do you like how you taste?” I asked.

“Mmmyeah… it’s yummy,” she sighed.

“Good. Now lick me that way,” I said.

I’ve spent most of my life as a shy and awkward woman. But whenever I get past that shyness… well, let’s just say I let myself go completely.

Sarah had a big smile on her face. It made me hot. Clearly, she was ready to play my game.

I got on all fours and she knelt behind me. I felt her lift the hem of my dress and stroke my ass through the silk lingerie I wore. I was biting my lip, trembling in anticipation as she slowly slid my panties down. Then… nothing. I turned a bit and looked at her. Sitting back on her haunches, she removed her halter top and tossed it aside. Her breasts were lovely and round, with plump pink nipples. They had a nice natural sag to them that looked very motherly.

She fed her beautiful little girl from those, I thought… and suddenly I had a vision of her eleven-year-old daughter, curled in her mommy’s lap and nursing from Sarah’s breasts. Damn, I told myself, why can’t I stop thinking about Ashley?

I pushed that thought out of my mind. I didn’t want to go there. I arched my butt a bit further into the air, waiting for Sarah to pleasure me.

My skirt had fallen back down, and she pressed her hand tightly against my aching mound. I moaned. It felt so fucking good, but I wanted her to rim me.

“Lick my ass, damn it,” I moaned.

She kept caressing my pussy.

Oh, my fucking God… she had seen right through me! It was our first time together, but she just naturally understood that I was more of a sub than I seemed.

“Please, Sarah… please eat my ass,” I gasped.

Sarah took her hand away from my cunt and lifted my dress again, but she still didn’t give my anus the attention it craved. Instead, she began kissing my thighs and lightly caressing my bottom. Feather-light touches, not the frenzied assault I craved.

She was making me wait. I was building up like a seismic rumble about to turn into a fucking earthquake, and she was teasing me.

I knew, at that moment, that she was the perfect lover for me.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Oh, please, Sarah.”

“What do you want me to do-ooo?” she crooned.

“Rim me, lick my asshole.”

“Are you a dirty little slut?”

“Yes. Oh my God, yes.”

Sarah’s voice turned hard, insistent. “Then say it. Don’t make me drag it out of you.”

“I… I’m a dirty little slut.”

“Yes you are…”

I closed my eyes, trying to relax, but my heart was running like sixty. This was turning out even better than I could have imagined.

Her tongue! There, it was slipping through my crack. I shuddered and moaned, reaching back with one hand to spread my cheeks apart. “Oh, yes,” I whispered breathlessly, “yes!”

I felt a line of warm wetness gliding up and down between my buttocks, heard the sound of slurping and kissing. Wanting to bare myself completely for Sarah, I fumbled for the clasp of my skirt, unfastened it and cast it aside.

Now we were both naked but for our socks. I felt totally exposed and vulnerable, the most secret parts of me hers to use as she pleased.

“Should I put a finger in?” she asked.

“If you want,” I gasped out. “My ass b-belongs to you, lover.”

There was a pleased note in her voice. “How many?”

I wanted her to ravage me, tear me apart. “As many as you can.”

It must have been three. They felt enormous, stretching my rectum. There was pain, but it was glorious. I let out a long, hoarse moan. She pumped her fingers in and out, and I rocked my hips with the motion. I was going to come very soon.

Then I heard Kelsey’s voice cry out. The air conditioner had stopped, and the sound must have carried through the vent.

“What was that?” I panted, pulling away, feeling her fingers withdraw from me.

“It’s just the girls playing,” she said.

I’d been so close to coming, God damn it — but I was a mother first.

I stood, reaching for my skirt. “I’m going to check on them.” My legs were wobbly. I tried to breathe normally, but really couldn’t.

“Wait,” she said, “Don’t go. I still have a nanny cam installed. We can check from here without disturbing them.”

She reached for a remote, turning on the TV. She clicked through some complex menus, then an image of Ashley’s room popped up, and our two girls were there.

I wasn’t at all prepared for what I saw, and the sight nearly flattened me. Ashley was licking my daughter’s slit.

They were on Ashley’s bed. Kelsey was on her back, the hem of her dress pushed up around her waist. Ashley was lying prone between her legs, naked except for a pair of sheer pink panties. The image was a bit grainy, but I could see her fingers spreading Kelsey open, her tongue flicking in and out of my daughter’s vagina.

“I can get sound, too,” Sarah said, flatly. She fumbled with the remote a bit, and suddenly I heard the sound of Kelsey’s moans.

I could have reacted in many different ways. I could have shrieked, horrified. I could have cried, devastated, broken. I could have been overcome by the beauty of the two girls. I could have felt tenderness, and love.

Kelsey’s face was rapt with pleasure. She let out a long moan and stroked Ashley’s hair.

I sat down heavily on the side of Sarah’s bed and watched as my little girl experienced lesbian sex. Is it her first time? I wondered. It must be.

Sarah sat beside me and put her arm around me. She whispered, “Are you okay?”

My head was spinning, my body numb… but somehow I found the strength to reply. “Um… give me a minute to figure that out.”

“Oh, wow, that feels good!” It was Kelsey’s voice, ringing out over the speaker. She sure didn’t sound like a ten year old.

Sarah stroked me gently and kissed my cheek. “It’s a beautiful sight, isn’t it?” she cooed.

Suddenly I knew that Sarah was right. It was beautiful. I brushed my nipples with trembling fingers, feeling my arousal grow. Ashley’s pert bottom, concealed by those little pink panties, was the loveliest thing I’d ever seen. The way her butt squirmed and gyrated was downright hypnotic.

“Ashley’s a dirty little girl, isn’t she?” I said. “God, she’s… she’s fucking my daughter.”

Sarah smiled. “And if things work out the way they should, Kelsey will be fucking her.”

What could I do? I sat and watched as Kelsey’s pleasure grew. Her face was angelic. I so dearly loved her… how could I deny my little girl this happiness?

I turned and gave Sarah a deep kiss. “In answer to your question…” I took a deep breath. “Yes. I’m fine with this. You’re right — they are beautiful together.”

“Good,” Sarah said, “Let’s go tell them, then. Let’s tell them they are beautiful and that we love them, and we’re happy that they’ve found one another.”

I frowned. “Shouldn’t we, um… wait until they finish?”

Sarah just smiled and took my hand. “Come,” she said, leading me toward the door.

“Aren’t we going to put our clothes on?” I gasped.

She shook her head. “Let’s be completely open with the girls,” she replied. “I want them to know about you and me.” She laughed. “After all… aren’t they lovers too?”

Heart racing, I followed her into the hall. Good grief, what was I getting myself into?

We went up to the door with the magenta KEEP OUT sign. She knocked lightly, then said, “Girls, we’re coming in.”

She opened the door and we entered. They were still in bed, but Kelsey had scrambled away from her little lover and was pressing her dress down. Ashley had rolled over and was smiling at us, her mouth wet from my daughter’s sex.

“Hi, Mommy. Hi, Audrey,” she said, “Kelsey’s pussy tastes great.”

My daughter looked as if she was about to burst into tears. “It’s okay, honey,” I hastened to assure her. “You aren’t in any kind of trouble, I promise.”

Sarah sat down next to Kelsey and put an arm around her shoulders, her bare breasts inches from my daughter’s face.

“Kelsey, dear,” she said, “Your mother and I know what you were doing, and it’s okay. We think it’s a wonderful thing that you and Ashley are so close. Right, Audrey?”

I nodded. “There’s nothing wrong with two girls making each other feel good, hon. It’s a loving, beautiful thing.”

“I told you it would be fine,” Ashley chirped, giving Kelsey a knowing grin. “Mommy and Audrey were doing the same stuff anyway. That’s why they don’t have any clothes on, see?”

I looked at Kelsey. She was blushing furiously, but had relaxed a bit. “Did it feel good, dear, having Ashley lick you?” I asked, figuring that the best way to prove I wasn’t upset was to ask her about it.

Suddenly she smiled bashfully, nodding her head. “Oh yes, Mommy. It felt really nice.”

Kelsey almost never called me ‘Mommy’ anymore. It was sweet that she’d choose to do so at a time like this. The pleasure she had just enjoyed made my little girl so incredibly beautiful that it warmed my heart to look at her.

“You two can keep making love,” Sarah said, “Don’t let us stop you. We’d like to watch.”

Eyes flashing excitedly, Ashley rolled back over between Kelsey’s legs and started to lift her skirt. Sarah was still sitting next to my daughter with a comforting arm around her.

Kelsey gave me a quizzical look, still feeling a bit confused about all of this.

“It’s fine, Kelsey,” I said, “Go ahead… let Ashley make love to you.”

Sarah stared at me, a question in her eyes. I understood her perfectly, just as she’d understood me before. As soon as she had led me to Ashley’s room I had known what might happen.

Now, without speaking a word, my new lover was asking, Shall we join our daughters?

I think my decision had already been made the instant I’d seen Ashley’s flawless ass on the video. I had to have her. Gazing at Sarah, I gave her the slightest of nods.

With a smile, she turned to my daughter, whose eyes were glazing over with pleasure as Ashley nuzzled her inner thighs. “Oh, Kelsey,” Sarah murmured, “You’re such a beautiful little girl. Let’s get you out of that dress, okay?”

Kelsey looked at me again.

“It’s all right, sweetie. If you want to, go ahead. You don’t need my permission for everything.”

Sarah sat Kelsey up and helped her pull off her jumper and blouse. I stared, utterly enthralled at the sight of my naked daughter. She had no breasts to speak of, but her nipples were small, pink, and a bit swollen.

Sarah leaned closer and lightly kissed my little girl on the mouth, then her tongue emerged to lick at Kelsey’s lower lip. My daughter was startled for an instant, but when Sarah kissed her again, she was ready. Her lips parted to receive Sarah’s tongue… then, a few heartbeats later, she began to return my lover’s kiss. Ashley watched eagerly as her mother seduced my child.

Breaking away, Sarah bent down to lick at Kelsey’s nipple, circling the erect nubbin with the tip of her tongue. I heard my daughter giggle, then gasp.

Lifting her head, Sarah gave my child a loving smile, then gently laid her back on the bed. Ashley immediately crawled between Kelsey’s legs and began to lick her again. Kelsey’s eyes fluttered, and she moaned softly.

Sarah curled up next to her, offering her bare breast to my daughter. With a bashful smile, Kelsey took my lover’s nipple between her lips and began to suckle. Sarah cooed gently and stroked my daughter’s face.

My God my God my God… she’s making love to my little girl! How can I allow this to happen?

Then my eyes shifted to Ashley, kneeling before my daughter, mouth glued to her bare slit. My heart began to throb at the sight of her outthrust ass, the dark cleft barely visible through her panties.

Then my eyes met Sarah’s. She looked at me — then at her daughter. She smiled and gave a gentle nod.

I actually licked my lips. It was my turn to play. My lover had just offered me the use of her eleven-year-old girl — a gift I was all too eager to accept.

There wasn’t enough room for all four of us on the bed, so I squatted next to it, leaning in to fondle Ashley’s little-girl bottom through her yellow cotton panties.

“I really like your butt, Ashley,” I murmured. “May I kiss it?”

“Um, sure,” she said, between licks of my Kelsey’s slit.

I kissed her through those thin, sheer panties, on her cheeks. Then my kisses traveled down to the bare cream-colored skin of her thighs before moving back up to her crack. I nuzzled my face into the dark cleft, breathing deeply, filling my lungs with the smell of the little girl’s ass. The girls hadn’t showered since their games outside, and her scent was sweet with a delicate musk. Not like a woman. More subtle.

“I’m going to take your panties off, honey,” I murmured.

She wriggled her hips in a very enticing way as I pulled her underpants down, leaving them dangling from an ankle. Her bare bottom was white, a bit plump, and utterly beautiful. I was smitten.

I reached out with both hands and spread her cheeks. Her asshole was tiny, a little pink jewel; round, lovely, perfect. I leaned in and gave it a gentle kiss. I heard her gasp. I licked it, running my tongue from her pussy up to her anus, through her butt crack, then back to her pussy.

“Mommy, she’s licking my butthole,” she moaned out.

“She likes to do that,” Sarah said, “Does it feel good?”

“It’s all… all tickly.”

I licked her some more, pressing in my tongue, not deeply. She was too tight for oral penetration, but it was lovely just to taste the smooth, slippery cleft of her anus. God, I loved rimming a woman — and now I knew that a little girl’s ass was even nicer.

“Ashley, your bottom tastes so good,” I moaned, raising my face from her crack.

“Really?” she asked.

“Yeah. Really.”

“Oooohh, that feels nice. You can keep licking me that way, if you like it.”

I liked it. I went in for more. She pushed her rump up, getting up on her knees, her face still nestled between Kelsey, thighs. I licked,  kissed and sucked at Ashley’s holes, alternating between her anus and her slit. My lips and chin were coated in the little girl’s fluids.

Kelsey began to moan loudly. I glanced up and saw my daughter’s face, rapt with pleasure as she drew closer and closer to sexual release. Has she ever come before? I wondered. With a loving smile, Sarah bent down to lick at my daughter’s nipples. I paused in my rimming of Ashley, allowing the child to give her full attention to Kelsey. Instead, I gently kissed the soft globes of her buttocks while she made love to my little girl.

Suddenly a squeal issued from Kelsey’s lips as she came. Her eyes clamped tightly shut, her mouth gaped wide. She let out a long, frantic moan, her body gone rigid for an instant. Then she bucked her hips, making Ashley grab her tightly so as not to be dislodged. Then she kicked out her legs, one of Kelsey’s feet hitting my head, not too hard. It was an incredible sight, my daughter lost in the rapture of orgasm.

Then a warm wave of pleasure surged through me, without warning. It wasn’t a climax. Perhaps it was just love, some kind of deep feeling for this beautiful crazy thing that was happening between mothers and their daughters.

When my eyes fluttered open, Kelsey was laughing in utter joy. “Oh Ashley! That felt so good. Oh my God, that felt so good. Thank you.” She gazed up shyly at Sarah, kneeling on the floor next to where she lay. “Thanks, Ms. Kinney. I liked kissing you.”

“I liked it too, honey,” Sarah whispered. “You have a sweet little mouth…” Her lips claimed Kelsey’s once more, and I felt a delicious shiver as my daughter’s tongue emerged to play with Sarah’s.

Ashley’s pert little bottom was still angled toward me, so I returned to her pussy for more. She’d gotten really wet while Kelsey came, and I began to feast on her warm honey, swallowing it down. I felt her squirm beneath me. She moaned. I licked deeper, pushing my tongue into her vagina, far as it could go.

Then Kelsey’s face was next to mine. She kissed my cheek.

“Mommy,” she sighed happily, “I want to lick Ashley now.”

“Oh, but honey — I’m enjoying this so much.”

“I know, Mommy, but she just did it to me. And she’s my girlfriend, right?”

I couldn’t argue with that, so I relinquished that sweet ass to my daughter. Ashley slid up the bed to give Kelsey room, but remained on all fours.

“Would you lick my butthole, like your mom did?” Ashley asked, twisting around to peer at Kelsey.

“I… I guess,” Kelsey said, looking at me again.

I smiled. “You can if you want to, honey.”

She did. She ran her tongue up along Ashley’s pussy, then licked at her little friend’s ass crack.

“That’s it — lick her bottom, sweetie,” I said. “Make love to her.”

“Mmmmm,” the girls cooed, both of them.

I glanced up at Sarah, who was sitting back against the wall, seemingly content to finger her pussy and watch my little girl rim her daughter.

“It appears that you’ve lost your sweet young ass,” she said.

“I guess so,”

“But,” she went on, “There is still one sweet young ass available to you. A luscious little bottom that you haven’t ever tasted.” She glanced at Kelsey’s butt and smiled.

It had to come to this, of course. I’d already passed over the barrier of what was permitted, what was forbidden. This was but one more small step.

I stared at my little girl’s pert rump — the pale skin, the delicately contoured globes, the dark pink crease nestled between her soft buttocks, the tender rosebud — and my mouth watered.

I returned to my previous position and began to gently kiss my daughter’s ass.

Kelsey raised her face from Ashley’s bottom and looked at me, astonished.

“Mommy?” she asked. Just that one word, in a tiny voice. Her eyes were filled with wonder.

“May I lick you, my love?” I asked.

A radiant smile appeared on her face. “Oh yes, Mommy, please lick me.”

She really said that. Exactly those words.

I closed my eyes and felt another intense wave of feeling pass over me. If I had touched my pussy at that moment, even the slightest caress… I think I would have died.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl. I felt Sarah watching me, waiting. Kelsey returned to her task, making Ashley moan and squirm. I gave Sarah a long deep look, seeing in her eyes what a major line I was about to cross.

Then I did it. I ate my daughter’s ass. I delved in and licked, probed, tasted. Eager for more, I allowed my tongue to drift down to her bare slit and began to explore. I felt her young, sweet body moan and squirm as I went down on my little girl, twisting around so that my head was resting on the bed, drawing her cunt down to my mouth. She tasted so good. I was in heaven.

I could hear Kelsey getting into licking Ashley, humming happily as she learned to love the taste of another girl. I continued to please my daughter with lips and tongue, her honey coating my mouth.

Suddenly I heard Ashley cry out, coming hard as my little girl brought her off. I felt so proud, knowing that Kelsey had learned to make love. Kelsey came again as I ate her, going rigid above me, calling out, “Oh, Mommy… oh, Mommy!” Finally she went limp, and I sat up, easing my flushed, dazed daughter onto her back.

Gazing adoringly at me, she cooed, “Mommy, thank you. I love you so much.”

And I loved her. I just started laughing at the wonder of it all, at the incredible thing I’d just done.

Then Sarah said, “Good job, girls. Now, I think it is time to make Audrey feel good.”

“What about you, Mommy?” Ashley asked, “When do you get to come?”

“I’ll get my turn, sweetie. Don’t worry about me. I want to watch you two make love to her.”

Trembling inside, I stood as the girls came close and began to touch me, their little hands caressing my bottom and breasts. Then their mouths were on my nipples, suckling them to aching stiffness. Two little girls, lovely and wonderful, peering up at me as they nursed.

“Oh, my,” I whimpered, my hands gliding over their nude bodies.

“Who wants to lick her butthole?” Sarah asked.

“Me!” Kelsey responded. “I want to. I love Mommy’s bottom…”

No parent could have been prouder of their child than I was right then of my daughter, so unselfishly eager to pleasure her mother.

“Okay, Kelsey, you kneel behind your mother and lick her ass. Ashley, get underneath and eat her pussy. All right, go!”

I squatted down to Ashley’s face, opening myself for her. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt little tongues entering me. I came within seconds. I went rigid. I shuddered. My legs gave out and I collapsed. I guess Sarah had predicted that, because she was there in time and caught me. I didn’t crush our little angels.

Then Sarah took me over to the bed. I was still overcome. My eyes were open, I think, but my mind was swirling. She tossed me face down, spread me open, and then slid three fingers in my ass, right where we had left off before.

There was a sharp pain, but it felt lovely. Her fingers, pumping me. I groaned and buried my face in the sheets. I came again hard, jerking this way and that.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned out.

“Oh, Mommy, that looks great.” I saw Kelsey’s sweet face enter my field of view. She kissed my mouth, passionately, her tongue seeking mine. I was too gone to return the kiss, though — just lying there, spent, exhausted.

“Let’s make her come once more,” I heard Sarah say.

I tried to mumble that I couldn’t. I feared it would kill me, if it happened at all. No words came from my mouth, however.

I felt fingers pumping my pussy. I felt a tongue in the crack of my ass that must have been Ashley’s. Kelsey lay in my arms, kissing me like a lover.

Then I heard a buzzing sound. Sarah must have had a vibrator stashed nearby, although I don’t know where. It pressed against my clit sending shocks of sensation up my body. I can’t call it pleasure, exactly. I was past pleasure and pain, at the level of primal desire.

Another orgasm, or something like one. I couldn’t form thoughts anymore. My body just reacted. I was an animal, a simple creature of need. I was the earth, a stone, the river, the fire. I went completely away.

Except I still saw Kelsey’s pretty little face. Her soft, shy smile. Her eyes. The idea of her being ten years old and my lover seemed perfectly right to me. I’d always had Kelsey. Now we had more. When everything else had left me, there would still be love.

I came back to the world slowly, Kelsey softly nuzzling me. I parted my lips, welcoming her tongue, and my daughter and I kissed. When I was myself again, I turned and looked at Sarah. My heart was singing.

“Did you go there?” she asked with a quiet smile. “To the empty place?”

“Yes,” I sighed happily. She knew! “Except it isn’t really empty.”

“No,” she cooed. “For us, it never is.” Then she glanced around at the girls and me. “Well, then… I guess it’s me now. Why don’t you each take turns.”

We did. We each ate her pussy and asshole, giving her three lovely orgasms. I went last. The vibrator in her anus and my tongue on her clit brought Sarah’s tired body home. When she finally came that third time, she kept her eyes open somehow, gazing intently at me. I felt something deep. Something like true love.

Later she and I lay in her bed watching something stupid on TV. The girls were in Ashley’s room, playing with dolls.

“So, um, you and Ashley have… been together before, right?” I asked.

She smiled wryly. “If by ‘together’, you mean sexually, then yes. I’ve been loving my little girl for years, even before her father left. This was our first time with others, though.”

I shook my head; half in wonder, half in disbelief. “Why me, then? Why would you take that chance?”

“It started with Kelsey, believe it or not.”

“Really?”

“Well, sort of. Ashley had the hugest crush on her from class. So, I thought we’d make this play date and I could keep you occupied somehow so they could hook up.”

“Nice. I made the play date so I could hook up with you.”

“Yeah. I figured that out. Anyhow, when you and I got together I felt something pretty deep, and I knew I had to try… you know… to make something real out of it. But you had to find out about me and Ashley. You had to be into… getting intimate with a young girl. Basically, I rolled the dice. It was worth it.”

I agreed. It was.

“I love you,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around me. “You’re everything I ever dreamed of in a woman.”

I nuzzled her face, feeling an unimaginable warmth inside that seemed to light up my very soul. “I love you too,” I moaned. “God, I love you!”

“You’ll move in?” she asked.

“Of course,” I responded. I couldn’t imagine merely dating her. Not after what we’d just experienced.

We discussed living arrangements. She and I would share this room. Ashley would keep hers, and we could redo the guest room to be Kelsey’s. Although, I think we both suspected the girls would sleep together as often as not… and sometimes with us. I imagined the lovemaking the four of us could share.

“So, let’s go tell the girls they’ll be living together,” she said, “I expect they’ll be excited.”

“Yes,” I said, taking her hand and squeezing it, “I expect they will.”

The End

Shooting with Helena, Chapter 7

  • Posted on March 8, 2018 at 10:55 am

By Cassie

Home, we got out of the car and went indoors. “Hi, Mom, we’re back!” Helena said, as brightly as she possibly could.

“Okay, honey,” floated back our mother’s reply.

Just before we went into the main living room, I pulled my sister to one side and wrapped my arms around her neck.”I love you, Lena,” I said. I leaned forward, eyes closed, and felt my sister’s lips press against mine. My heartbeat raced even at that brief contact.

“Love you too,” Helena whispered back. She hugged me, then broke off and opened the door to the living room. I followed her upstairs, and we parted on the landing between the rooms to our doors. Helena quickly stepped up to me and kissed me on the lips. “See you for dinner,” she said.

She turned away and I opened the door to my room. I suddenly felt a little sleepy, and paused to stretch out the tiredness. I took off the clothes I wore and draped them lazily on the bed, pulled my hair up into a rough bun, secured it with a clip, then grabbed a towel by the shower cubicle and stepped in. I turned on the water and stood under the warm flow, letting the stream wake me up a bit.

Unbidden, I began to remember the last shower I’d taken; the shower where I made love to my own sister. I closed my eyes and remembered the touch of her hands, the softness of her skin, the feeling of our two bodies pressed together in perfect taboo symmetry as the hot water fell down and upon us.

It was during this very pleasant reverie that I failed to hear the bedroom door being opened. It was also during this trip down Memory Lane that I failed to hear someone drawing close to the shower cubicle, listening to the soft moaning noises I was making under the jet of warm water.

It was only when the cubicle door itself opened, allowing cold air to replace the warm mist I was enjoying, that I became instantly aware of the embarrassing interruption. The awkwardness lasted only a second, to be replaced by a very intense attack of nerves as two arms slipped round my soapy hips.

“Hey, sis. Want some company?”

“Helena! Are you nuts? Mom could come in here at any minute! Get out, for fuck’s sake!”

“Relax,” said my sister, stepping up close against me in the now-cramped cubicle.

The nearness of her naked body to mine was intoxicating, irresistible — but I was still overcome with the fear of getting caught having sex with my own sister. I tried to push her away from me. “Helena, for God’s sake, get out!” I hissed.

Oblivious to my agitation, my little sister started running her hands up and down my soaped-up body, feeling the smoothness of my skin and the weight of my breasts. I could feel my heart begin to race. God, was it going to be like this every time she touched me? Was it like this for all people who were in love?

Helena used her hands to turn my body; face me away from her, then she scooted herself up close, pressing her slim body up against my back. I could feel her breasts against my shoulder blades, and the soft down of her pubic thatch brush my ass cheeks. She wrapped her arms around my body, enveloping me.

I felt my knees begin to weaken. We’d had sex not two hours ago and I was already desperate for Helena once again. Could this be right, even for two young people who were madly in love with each other?

And that’s when I realised it — I was in love. Madly in love with my own sister.

Since the moment we touched each other and discovered our mutual feelings, I hadn’t been able to keep her out of my thoughts for more than a few moments. Now I knew why.

I felt the length of her gorgeous body against mine in the shower and closed my eyes to her touch. She trailed her hands up and down my body with all-access abandon, and every square inch she touched made me tingle. “Don’t worry about anything, sis,” she whispered; her lips close to my ear. “We won’t be caught. Not until we want to. And there’s so much more for us to do with each other…”

I felt her lips against my neck, kissing the soft skin beneath my earlobe and shoulder. I tilted my head to give her more access and she nestled her mouth between my neck and shoulder — kissing, licking, nipping me with her flawless teeth. I wanted her to bite me, bite me hard, and I told her so in a husky voice.

“Mmm-hmm, I would love to,” she said, kissing my neck, then rubbing her face against the spot she had just kissed. “But that would leave you with an enormous hickey, sister dear… and we might have some trouble explaining that to Mom.”

I didn’t care, and told her so. I wanted her to bite me. I wanted her to scratch her nails on my back. I wanted to feel her fingers inside me, like she’d done the previous night. I told her all this in broken, faltering sentences, my legs like jelly beneath me as she nuzzled my sensitive neck and traced her fingers up and down my body.

“There is so much we’re going to do together,” Helena whispered, kissing the back of my neck. “Every trick in every porn film. Every pose, every kind of fuck two women have ever shared. That’s what we’re going to do.”

“Yes!” I breathed. “Every trick… and more!”

And I knew that I meant it. Even though my sum knowledge of ‘every porn film’ was less than that of the average sixteen year old boy, I had no illusions that there wasn’t anything I could see in one that I wouldn’t be willing to try with my beautiful sister. It was at that moment that I felt Helena’s fingernails turn in against the soft skin at the sides of my ribs.

“Would you let me fuck you dressed up?” she said, her voice as warm and seductive as the water from the shower head.

“Yes.”

“Even if I were the teacher and you were the schoolgirl?”

God, yes.”

I could feel Helena begin to smile as she continued to caress me; enjoying this new word game as she seduced me to a babbling frenzy in my own shower.

“Would you let me scratch you? Hard?” For emphasis, she dug her fingernails into my skin. I felt a brief stab of mixed pleasure and pain that made me draw a quick hissing breath.

“Y-yes.”

“Would you do what I tell you to do, no matter what?”

“Yes I would, sis,” I breathed.

“Would you hurt me if I told you to?”

I did snap out of my erotic stupor there for a moment. Would I hurt my own sister? The one who I’d just discovered and acknowledged as my true lover? Why would she ever want me to hurt her?

“Why–”

Helena giggled lightly, eased her hands over my breasts and squeezed them affectionately.

“Shh,” she said. “Don’t worry.”

I felt her shift a little in the cramped space and moved forward as much as I could, which was only a few inches away from the tiled wall. I looked back and saw that Helena had gone down on one knee and was kissing my back, her hands still roaming as far as they could over my nakedness. Then there was another shift as Helena went down on two knees behind me. I felt the caress of her lips just above my ass, and she licked and nibbled me there, her hands firmly kneading my buttocks.

“Get ready,” she purred. “I’m gonna send you to the fucking moon.”

That was when I felt the stab of her tongue in the cleft between my ass cheeks, bathing me there. I leaned forward, bent as much as I could in the tight space. The tile was wet and cool against my face, shoulders and breasts.

“I love your ass,” I heard Helena murmur from behind and below. I felt her fingers prise my cheeks apart, followed by her lips and tongue pressing even deeper into the cleft between, pleasuring my anus. I closed my eyes at the thrilling sensation of getting rimmed my own little sister. Three days ago, the very thought of someone licking me back there was unbelievable. I could not have conceived the idea of being kissed, licked, fingered or fucked in the ass. But Helena had done all of these things, and it was only the beginning of our sexual odyssey.

Then there was a wonderful pause — that moment of electric suspense — before I felt one of my little sister’s fingers begin to probe more insistently at my rosebud. I was beginning to get very turned on by Helena’s attention, and moaned as I felt her slide her finger one, then two knuckles inside of me. She stared to finger-fuck my asshole, and I let myself relax as much as possible, concentrating of the wonderful feeling of invasion as she probed her finger up inside of me.

“So wicked!” I heard her murmur, and moaned back a response.

Within moments, I could feel the entire length of Helena’s finger muscled up inside my tight hole, and reflexively pushed back, inviting more. Helena withdrew her finger, and I turned my head round to look over my shoulder. I saw Helena sucking on the same finger, then sucking on her middle finger, getting them moist and ready — I knew why, too.

Sure enough, I felt the pressure of two fingertips against my asshole — probing, teasing, then finally, pushing up inside me. But that wasn’t all. A moment later and I felt the fingers of Helena’s other hand playing at the edges of my pussy lips. I caught my breath as I felt those two fingers reach inside me and begin to join the in-out, up-down rhythm of the other two.

I was on fire! My ass was getting beautifully fucked, and now my pussy was as well.

Then I realised that I had to acknowledge another sexual milestone: the feeling of being completely penetrated and filled. It was an emotionally hijacking experience, a precious gift from my sweet little sister. God, how I loved her.

I felt myself building toward a cascading orgasm as Helena continued to frig my pussy and asshole. Then she shifted again and I felt her hands against my bottom, roughly working the soft flesh. She grabbed at my cheeks and dug her nails into me, just like I’d asked her to.

Once again, I experienced that extraordinary pleasure/pain sensation. And liked it. Helena must have sensed this, so she kneaded my ass for a little longer before delivering one, two, three short slaps against the skin. I began to feel flushed, even in the heat of the shower. I knew I wasn’t far from orgasm, and I was desperate for Helena to work on my pussy.

“Lick me, sis. Please!” I moaned.

She closed her lips over my pussy and sucked and licked at the moist flesh. She stayed on her knees in front of me; licked and sucking at my swollen slit until I came in her mouth, so intensely that the world vanished down a black hole.

The next thing I remember was sitting against the side of the shower stall, water still raining down on me, Helena straddling my thighs. “Are you okay, Cass?” she said, frowning as she studied my face.

I gave her a weary smile. “Better than okay. You sent me to the fucking moon, as promised.”

Helena had to laugh. “You nut.”

Suddenly I had to tell my sister how I felt. “Helena?”

I guess she heard something serious in my voice. “What is it, sis?”

“I love you.”

She laughed, a bit puzzled. “Now there’s a big news flash. I love you too, ya crazy nut. What are–”

“No,” I interrupted, shaking my head. “I mean, I’m in love with you, Helena. For now, for always. I want us to be a real couple, and live together, m-maybe have kids, grow old and grey together and — and…” I was crying.

My sister silenced me with a finger to my lips. “Cass.”

I stared at her in utter incomprehension. Had I just made a complete fool of myself?

“Oh, my sweet sister. Don’t you understand, even now?” She hugged me again, and I felt her lips brush my ear. “I’ve been in love with you for years.”

I pulled away, needing to see it in her eyes. Sure enough, there it was. “Y-you have…?”

“Ever since I knew I liked girls. It’s always been you, Cass. And all those things you want? I want them too.” She made a face. “Actually, it’s a maybe on having kids. You’ll have to talk me into that. Now on the other hand, if you wanted us to have a big dog, like a Saint Bernard–”

“Oh, be quiet!” I cried, all but dragging my sister into a heated embrace.

We kissed… and it felt like the first time all over again. Sisters and lovers. For now, for always.

The End

Shooting with Helena, Chapter 6

  • Posted on February 23, 2018 at 6:56 am

By Cassie

Within the hour, with the two of us dressed and decent once more, we were ready to leave. we’d decided to go and see Sasha sooner rather than later, even if it meant me skipping a media class. Helena drove us there this time, and I spent the short car journey trying to tease her as much as I could.

“So what do you think Sasha wants to do with us?” I said, running my fingers lazily up and down my sister’s thigh as she took us on to the freeway. The only thing Helena was wearing (apart from her flat sandals) was the little blue dress we had ‘fought’ over earlier on. Against me it just looked like a large blue rag, but on her it looked stunning; just short enough to ride midway up her long legs when she sat down, tight enough under the bra-line to give her breasts some lift, and cut low enough from the shoulder to show the promise of the cleavage below. Lena had put on just a little makeup; some light red lipstick she knew I liked, and a little eye liner and mascara. She’d put he hair up in a pony tail and looked incredibly sexy. For myself, I’d just pulled on a tight pink vest top, a white tennis skirt and a pair of pumps.

Helena gave me a sidelong glance and smiled. “I know what she’d like to do to us,” she said, emphasising the world ‘like’, “but I’m not sure she’s ready for that yet.” Helena shifted slightly in her driver’s seat, opening her legs just a little. I took advantage, running the flat of my palm up the inside of her thigh.

“Sasha’s a lesbian?” I asked, ignoring why Helena had mentioned the ‘yet’ part.

“Well, she’s made it more than clear that she finds me attractive.”

“Cow. Mind your head doesn’t burst.”

“It’s true!” Lena protested, “It’s pretty obvious when she bites my earlobe after kissing me hello and whispering in my ear.”

I giggled, twisting in my seat to turn as much as I could toward my little sister.

“What did she whisper?” I asked.

“Never you mind, bitch. None of your business.”

Helena was squirming as I started tickling the inside of her thigh, trying not to laugh.

“Tell me,” I said.

“No.”

Tell me!”

“No way, bitch.”

I stifled another giggle and took my hand out from between her leg.

“Tell me,” I said, grabbing the hem of my vest top with both hands, “Or I pull this off and ride topless with you all the way.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“I would.”

“Would not.”

Without another word, I lifted the hem of the vest top up and over my breasts, exposing them.

Helena looked sidelong, then gasped. “Cassie, put that back on!” she yelped.

“Not un-til you tell me…” I said, in a sing-song voice. I started to rub and caress myself as Helena continued to drive us toward Sasha’s studio.

“All right! All right!” Helena said, taking her hand off the wheel to slap my thigh. “I give up! Put your tits away! Save them for me later, okay?”

“Okay” I said. I pulled my top back down and took Helena’s hand off my knee. On impulse, Lena, brought my hand up to her face and kissed my fingers. Her lips were soft and full of the kind of promise that lasted half the night and got very hot and sweaty into the bargain.

“So, what did Sasha say?” I said.

“She said–” and here Helena dropped her voice half an octave, “‘If you ever get lonely, you can give me a call, even when the camera isn’t rolling’.”

I giggled, laughing at the thinly-veiled message.

Helena giggled back at me, then made a serious face. “Stop it!” she protested. “She was being sweet.”

I leaned across and kissed my sister’s ear. “I wouldn’t leave it to imagination,” I whispered, letting my tongue flick the fleshy part of her earlobe. “My invitation would be a lot more graphic.”

Helena moaned, enjoying the attention my lips were giving her ear. “Yeah? Like what?” she said.

I took her earlobe between my teeth and nibbled it gently, whispering something very filthy as I did it. I sat back in the passenger seat, staring out in front of me and feeling my cheeks begin to burn. God, this thing with Helena was making me a crazy slut.

“Is that a promise?” my sister said to me, as we drove closer to the studio. I turned to her and winked, but didn’t say anything. Within minutes, Helena was parking the car in the large driveway of Sasha’s studio.

We sat in the car for a moment, holding hands and talking.

“So how much do we tell Sasha?” I said, caressing Helena’s fingers in my hand. Just touching her made me want her, and I could feel myself getting hot between the legs in anticipation of our next round of illicit lovemaking.

Helena frowned. “I don’t know,” she said, suddenly getting all serious as she looked away out of the window. “Y’know,” she said, after a long pause, “some of me wants to say ‘the hell with it; I’m fucking my sister, and it’s great’, you know?”

I nodded, gazing at her.

“And… and, sometimes I feel like saying ‘fuck you’ to the guilt, ‘fuck you’ to the taboo of lesbian sex, and a bigger ‘fuck you’ to the idea of sex with my own sister.”

I carried on nodding, not saying anything as I let Helena get whatever worries she had off her mind. Then she turned to me; that serious look on her face. Her hair swished, then fell around her shoulders, and the light from the morning sun caught her as she looked at me. She looked like the most beautiful woman in the whole world right then, and my heart skipped a beat that she was mine; my sister and my lover.

“But the thing is, Cass,” she said, taking my hand in both of hers, “I love you. Love you so much I don’t want to ruin what we’ve got. Will telling the world about how we feel for each other ruin that?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn’t find any words. So instead I just leaned across the space between the seats in the car and kissed her on the lips.

“I don’t want to ruin what we’ve found in each other either,” I said, pausing in the kiss but not sitting back. I let my breath wash over my sister’s lips, drew in her scent as she breathed back. “I’m not going to walk across town with a placard sign on my back saying ‘I fuck my sister!’ And I quite like the secrecy; the idea that this is something wonderful that’s just between us. I like the stolen kisses, the promises of lovemaking to come. But I’m not going to spend all my time worrying about it every time we hold hands, or hug, or touch each other.” I settled back into the passenger seat again, gripping Helena’s hand tightly. “We’re sisters, right? And we’re beautiful, sexy and not afraid to show it; either to the world or to each other. People can take us as they find us, and we can act as we please around that.”

I finished my third-grade speech, wondering if what I said made sense, both to Helena and myself. She looked down for a moment, then back up at me. Just for that moment, Helena looked exactly like my baby sister, not the ultra-smart and sassy girl she’d grown up to be. She had that look that wanted me to take the hurt and worry away.

“Sasha’s gonna notice,” she said. “Sasha can spot girl-sex a mile away.”

“Good,” I said, suddenly tired at the worry and anxiety. “Let’s see how this photo shoot goes and do exactly what she says. If that means showing her what we’ve found in each other, I don’t care. Come on.”

I got out of the car, stretching my arms high into the sky. The sun was pleasantly warm at this time of the morning, and it made me feel good. Helena got out too and stretched as well, then walked round the car and took my hand.

“Come on, Cass,” she said. “Let’s go get shot.”

We rang the bell at the side of Sasha’s warehouse, and she opened the door within a few moments. Sasha was wearing black, office-type shorts, with black tights and flat shoes, with a slightly horrible purple shirt on top. She’d brushed her short hair back and clipped it tight against her head.

“Hi” she said, offering us both a tight, wary smile. She glanced down and noticed we were holding hands. “Well, you came back, and that’s a good sign,” she said. “C’mon in.”

We followed the photographer into the studio. The powerful lamps were switched off, and the place had an eerie and forgotten feel to it. Sasha led us to a a couple of battered old sofas near the main set, and asked us to sit down for a minute. We did so, still holding on to each other’s hands and playing with each other’s fingers. Sasha looked uncomfortable, and had trouble looking either of us in the eye.

“It’s good that you’re here,” she said, “real good. I was, uh, worried that you wouldn’t come back.”

“Why not, Sash?” Helena said, frowning but smiling to break the sombre mood.

“Well, it’s… it’s got a bit complicated.” she said.

“How do you mean?” I said, not as eager as my sister to cheer this odd woman up.

Sasha looked at us both for a moment, then reached by the side of the sofa she was sitting on and drew out a photo album.

“These are the pictures I took the other day,” she said, offering the book to Helena. “Have a look.”

Helena took the album, then shuffled closer to me as we started to look through it. We flicked through the pages and it was strange seeing the two of us in semi-erotic poses. They did look good, though, and I could feel this new-found lust for my sister begin to flutter in my tummy once again.

Helena looked up. “They look great,” she said.

Sasha nodded. “They are fucking great!” she said, vehemently. “I took those pictures. Me. And I’m not afraid to say that after I’d put them in the album, I stared at them long and hard and it got me real horny. That doesn’t usually happen.”

I felt the first tingle of a blush colour my cheeks. Having the thought of someone (usually a guy on the football team) masturbate over you was one thing, but having someone (a girl, no less!) tell you as much was something else.

“So what’s the problem?” Helena said.

“The problem?” repeated Sasha, as though my sister had said something awfully childish. “The problem is that apparently, they’re not fucking good enough for the kind of money I was expecting.”

“What does that mean?” Helena said. “Are you saying we have to pay for them?” I added, exercising a frown.

Sasha looked worried, and fidgeted in her seat. “No,” she said, finally. “No. Not if I can off-set them.”

“Off-set them?” I repeated.

“Against what?” said Helena.

“Against some more,” said Sasha, getting close to the nub of her worries.

“Isn’t that going to make the bill higher?” I said.

“Well,” said Sasha, “I could off-set all that, and pay you back a healthy amount, if…”

“If what?” said Helena, levelly.

Sasha looked up at us, licking her lips to wet them. “If you want to go a bit further and try something a little, um, hotter.”

“You mean a little more full-on?” Helena said. Sasha nodded.

Helena and I shared a look between us. A look that communicated what we were both thinking. In that moment, my sister and as close to shared empathy as you’ll ever get.

“Let me show you something about full on,” I said. Sasha gave me a quizzical look, but I tossed my hair behind my head and stared at my sister. “Ready?” I said. Helena nodded, a little impish smile playing about the corner of her lips.

I leaned across the space between us on the sofa, slowly and deliberately, so that Sasha could see exactly where we were coming from. I tilted my head a little from Helena’s, then closed my lips against hers and started to kiss her.

At first, we shared light, soft kisses. Then, after a moment, I let Sasha see my tongue start to invade my sister’s mouth as we kissed more fervently. After a couple of minutes kissing, we sat back and stared at the diminutive photographer. She looked hot, and flustered.

“Wow!” she managed. “I’ve never, ever seen something that hot.” She shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, as though the seat was suddenly itchy beneath her. “Would you… I mean are you prepared to do that for the camera?”

“For yours,” I said.

“And depending where the pictures go, and how much return we get,” said Helena, ever more shrewd than I was.

Sasha shook her head a little and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to regain her train of thought. “Well, that’s the whole thing,” she said. She paused a moment, gathering her thoughts, then sat forward on the sofa, staring at us both with an earnest expression.

“There’s always money to be made from doing photo shoots. Sometimes it’s the clients of the clients. Sometimes it’s the models. Sometimes it’s even the lowly photographer like me. But there’s always money. It’s all about finding the market, and feeding it.”

She stood up and started pacing on the studio floor in front of us. “Y’see,” she continued, now staring at the floor as much as at me or my little sister. “I thought I had this market licked. At least enough to make a buck or two. I know there’s a market out there in this line. I’d fed it and watered it and changed its nappy over the years. But things have moved on.”

She stopped, put her hands on her hips and stared at us. “You girls watch YouTube?” Helena nodded, and I followed suit. Sasha nodded, satisfied. “You ever see the clip of those Russian twins? Or those sisters from France?”

I frowned, suddenly losing the thread. But Helena nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “The French girls.” She turned to me and said “Couple of hot chicks getting real friendly for the camera. Claim they are sisters.”

“Yeah,” echoed Sasha. “That kind of video gets thousands of views every day. Thousands. All free.” She sat down, as though she’d just been told something painful. I didn’t get where she was coming from, but didn’t have to wonder long as she wanted to finish her own dialogue.

That’s the market being fed,” she said, “for free. No one paying for those pictures. The only people making money out of those vids are the firms that make blank DVDs.”

There was a difficult, pregnant pause. “But you’ve got us a market, haven’t you?” said Helena, letting go of my hand to sit forward in her seat. “You just want to know if we’re prepared to feed it.”

Sasha produced a filthy smile and nodded. “You got it, baby.” she said.

Helena inched herself off the sofa and crawled, on her knees, toward the photographer. “Guaranteed?” she asked, closing the gap between them.

“Almost.”

“And what’s the snag?” breathed my sister, using a seductive voice she had used to experiment briefly with me. It still sent tingles down my spine.

“The snag,” said Sasha, watching my sister’s hands rest, then part her black, tights-clad knees, “is that this market needs a special kind of food. Very special.”

Helena was still moving forward, lowering her head to kiss first the right thigh, then the left. I was about to join her when she made a three-fingered sign with her left hand as she clutched Sasha’s right knee. It was a pitcher’s sign. One we both used in a computer game at home. It was the equivalent of ‘Hold off’. I sat back on the sofa and watched.

“Explain,” said Helena, sitting up, running her hands up and down the other woman’s thighs. Sasha was fast losing her resolve, clearly getting turned on by my sister’s touch.

“It needs to be full on,” she said. “But classy. None of this grainy 8mm shit you see on the web. Exclusive shots for… ooohh… an exclusive client base. Mmmm, yes. You up for that?”

Helena stood up. “Take some pictures,” she said. “Then you can have another chat with me and my sister.”

“Like this one?” Sasha said, through dreamy eyelids.

Helena held out a hand for me to take and helped me up. She pulled me close to her and we turned side-on to the other woman. I felt Helena’s fingers steal across my ass cheeks and squeeze me. “Sure,” she said.

It didn’t take long for Sasha to get started. In the ten minutes or so before she started barking orders, Helena and I sat on the sofa, playing with each other’s hands. I wanted to understand what my sister was thinking, what the complexities of this business deal should be, but Helena had that wicked little glint in her eye and had more pressing thoughts.

She leaned across to me and started kissing my neck, whispering to me between those moments when her lips caused tiny erotic explosions on my skin. I found my eyelids drooping at her insistent kisses, quickly losing any urge to discuss business. By the time Sasha called us onto the set proper, my pussy was burning. How had it happened so quickly that my sister instilled these incredible feelings in me?

Helena finished her kissing of my neck with a sharp nip to my earlobe, sending a brief stab of pain through me. I caught my breath then returned the dirty, wicked grin Helena had given me as we stood up and walked, hand in hand, to the set where Sasha directed us.

“Okay” said the diminutive photographer, taking a long moment to study our near-identical bodies. “We’ll take a couple of shots with what you’re wearing, then we’ll get the costume wardrobe out, alright? Cassie, you’re the same size as Helena?”

“Pretty much.”

“Okay.”

Sasha struck a pose, finger poised on her lower lip. “Now, with what you’re wearing, I want it to be like you’ve just met each other at a summer fete or something. Nothing too weird, but a kind of innocent build-up.”

“A build up to what?” I giggled.

Sasha ignored me. “Just try to relax while I take a few warm up shots. Go from ‘polite hello’ to ‘sexy’ and listen to me.”

I wanted to ask what that meant, but Helena took my hand and led me underneath the powerful spotlights. She stood facing me, then said, “Look up and away, like we’re walking into each other without knowing.”

I did so, and instantly heard the whirr and click of Sasha’s camera in the background. I concentrated on looking good — tummy in, chest out, mouth pouting — and listened as my little sister coached me through the shoot.

“Now reach out your hand.” I did so, then felt the soft cup of Helena’s breast nestle into my palm. Whirr, click.

“Turn around, shocked.” I did, trying not to giggle at the sight of my hand cupping my sister’s breast.

“Now the other one!” I heard Sasha shout from behind her camera.

I reached out and cupped Helena’s other breast, then stood for a moment, massaging my sister’s small but pert and fleshy globes. I could feel the nipples begin to swell under my touch. Helena was being the consummate actress, playing the role like stop-gap animation. Whirr, click. Whirr, click.

“Lose the buttons!” came the next instruction. I reached between Helena’s breasts and undid the main button, exposing another small triangle of pale flesh to the camera.

I felt Helena’s arms slip round my waist. “I want to get dirty with you,” said my sister. “Real dirty.”

I didn’t say anything. My heart was beginning to pound at the anticipation of having sex with Helena again. I continued to peel my sibling’s clothes off her body, revealing that perfect nakedness which I’d come to adore. Our advances became less stop-gap, more fluid. I felt Helena’s fingers tease open the cheeks of my ass. I leaned forward and closed my lips onto hers. Her breasts squashed against mine and I was suddenly desperate to get naked with her; lost in this erotic, forbidden moment with my own sister.

My clothes came off easily, and then Helena’s hands were holding my breasts, touching my neck, reaching down to the hot wetness of my over-excited pussy. All the time there was the whirr and click of Sasha’s camera as a background tattoo.

I felt one, then two of my sister’s fingers slip inside me as we stood together under the lights, alternately kissing and exchanging brief, whispered promises of escalating filthiness into each other’s ears. It was at that moment, when Helena was telling me how she’d like me to use her as her ‘fuck-puppy,’ that the lights went off.

There was a moment of disconnect as both my sister and I wondered what was going on, what we should do, then the low-lit strip lights overhead flickered on. Sasha walked into view, holding a bag. She looked cross, somehow.

“This isn’t going to plan,” she said, matter-of-factly. She put the bag down and unzipped it. She reached in and pulled out a strap-on dildo, some baby oil and a couple of button vibrators.

“I wanted a slow build up, but you girls are way too horny for that. Get it out of your system, and we’ll try classy another day.”

She walked back to the camera and fired up the spotlights once again. I looked at my sister and she looked back, shrugged, then bent down to pick up the strap-on harness. She removed the rest of her clothes and stepped into it, then did up the buckle on one side. I moved next to her and did up the other side, making it snug around her waist and over her pussy mound.

“Hungry?” she said. I got on my knees in front of her and bent my head toward the 6-inch dildo, stuck 90 degrees out from between her legs. I started wetting the end with my tongue, then began to suck the plastic cock, bobbing my head backwards and forwards between my sister’s legs. Somewhere far, far away there was a distant sound of a clicking camera.

Lena had her hands behind my head, pulling me into her as she slowly bucked and thrust her dildo into my mouth. My hands were grazing up and down the sides of her legs, but then I reached around behind her and started to play with her ass. I pried her cheeks open, then slid my middle finger beneath the stiff leather of the harness strap to find her anus. I began to rub around the puckered skin, and felt Helena relax as I did so, shifting her stance a little to give me better access. She moaned at the twin pleasures of watching her sister giving her a dildo blow-job, with her rosebud slowly being toyed and played with at the same time.

“Oooohh. I am so gonna fuck your ass, sis,” she said. I didn’t say anything, but rasped my tongue up and down the length of her dildo, letting her see how open and ready I was for her.

I jumped up, pressed myself against her and kissed her quickly. “Do it!” I said, feeling the unrelenting stiffness of the plastic cock press against my thigh. I slid back down again, kissing Helena’s body as I went, and assumed a position on my hands and knees.

Helena knelt down beside me and reached out for the baby oil bottle. I heard the click of the cap, then felt a warmish sensation as Helena drizzled the oil on the small of my back and ass cheeks. I closed my eyes as I felt her hands begin to massage the oil into my skin, making me slippery and smooth. Helena leaned forward, her hands running from the top of my ass to my shoulders. Then she knelt back and began to rub the oil into my buttocks, and between.

I closed my eyes and let my body relax as Helena used her fingers to rub and tease the widening crack of my ass. I felt one, then two fingers slip inside my hole. I bit my lip against the unusual, but very welcome invasion.

Helena did this for a couple of minutes, getting my muscles relaxed, then I felt her hands move away from me. “Ready?” I heard her murmur. I looked back over my shoulder and managed to grunt something unintelligible that I hopes she would take as ‘yes’.

I felt the hard tip of the dildo press up against my asshole only for a moment before my oiled and relaxed muscle gave way to Helena’s forward thrust. I felt the thick head pop up inside my ass, then pop out again and Helena teased me with it.

“Aw Jesus, sis, just fuck me with that thing!” I said, exasperated.

I closed my eyes and, when I felt the dildo start to spread wide my crack once more, took the initiative and thrust my ass backwards. I felt the length of the dildo slip into my tight ass, Helena’s soft fingers, gripping my hips for balance.

Whirr, click. Whirr, click.

I’d had anal sex only once before, with a guy at college at the previous year’s Christmas party. He was pretty good looking, on the athletics team, and not as rowdy as some. I was drunk, horny and in the mood for something different. We’d gone back to his dorm and had started off well enough, kissing and fooling around, then he started tugging at my skirt. He’d ran his hand over my newly exposed ass cheeks and I felt a little thrill. I stood up, drained my glass of wine and bit my lower lip. I remember staring at him; seeing him wonder if I was going to call it a night and leave, then tell him that he could have me from behind if he wanted me.

He’d given me a look full of relief and stood up. “Behind?” he’d said. I’d nodded, making it clear he could fuck my ass. Every guy’s dream, right? Hot back door action with a sexy girl?

Well, Mike certainly thought so. He couldn’t wait. Couldn’t wait to get me relaxed or properly lubed up, so when he got me on all fours and stabbed his dick in my bung, it hurt like fucking crazy. But by then, he was at that point where “Ow,” and “No,” meant nothing at all.

I remember getting reamed up my ass for about five minutes as Mike built up his load before emptying it inside me. During that time, I’d grimaced, winced and grunted, trying desperately to think of some homework that needed doing; all the while vowing never to get ass fucked again.

That memory flickered briefly as I lay on the floor of Sasha’s studio with my sister Helena plunging her six-inch dildo into my rear end. The irony was there, but nothing else matched my former experience. Under my sister’s expert hands, I’d felt the muscles of my rectum stretch and relax and now, with her hands gripping my hips and the rhythm of her body behind me, the feeling of getting ass fucked was at once about the hottest sex I’d ever had. Part of it was the way Helena had turned me on, how she knew exactly what buttons to press to get me both horny and relaxed. But most of it was knowing, with some incredible sensation of the taboo, that I was getting fucked in the ass by my own sister!

I closed my eyes as I felt Helena increase her rhythm, swinging to and away from me; her stiff dildo like a piston pumping in my ass. She tightened her grip on my hips and drilled the plastic cock as deep as it would go. I bit my lip, wondering if even this was just too much — then felt her withdraw and shift behind me. I stayed where I was and suddenly felt my sister’s hands on my ass cheeks, massaging and spreading them.

“Oh, Cassie!” Helena said, “Jeez, you are so hot.” I felt the sharp stab of her tongue on my ass, her teeth nipping at the skin around my puckered hole.

Whirr, click. Whirr, click.

Helena leaned in to me and I felt her mouth close over my anus. I reached back behind me and pulled the back of her head deeper between my cheeks. I felt her tongue dart and probe inside the stretched muscles of my ass.

Then she brought one hand up between my legs and slipped her thumb between the sopping lips of my pussy, rotating it in wide circles as far as her knuckle would let her. Helena kept on rimming me as she worked her thumb inside a pussy that was already dripping with lust. I closed my eyes, trying to contain all the sensations and emotions running through my small head. Eventually, Helena sat back and probed my ass with her other hand, plunging one, then two fingers into my loosened hole. Dirty fucking should never feel this good, something in the back of my mind told me. I told it to shut up.

Helena began to frig me in earnest, concentrating on my hot, wet pussy while two fingers probed my asshole. My upper half collapsed onto the floor, and I felt my legs begin to shiver. I knew I was close to another bone-shaking orgasm, and abandoned myself to it completely.

When the moment came I felt a huge release, the muscles around my tight pussy contracting and loosening around my sister’s fingers. I fell onto the floor and, for a moment, I couldn’t speak, couldn’t even move — so I just lay there, feeling wave after diminishing wave of pleasure ripple through me.

Helena picked up the dildo harness she’d abandoned a while ago and thrust the bulbous end into her own cunt, using one hand to hold it close inside her. She fell down on me, lying on top of my orgasm-wracked body and clutching at me feverishly with her free hand, working the dildo into herself all the while.

“Oh, Cassie… oh, Cass! Oh, my beautiful sister!” she murmured, over and over again, as if delirious and lost in a fever dream.

I drew both arms around her neck, pulling her into me, never wanting to let her go. Her hair spilled around my head and I drank in the scent and touch of her. No other woman could make me feel like this, I thought.

Somewhere, amidst all this, Sasha had come forward from her place behind the tripod and was standing very close. The sound of her camera was now just feet away as my sister continued to kiss and smother my body. Eventually, I felt Helena’s lips reach my own and we kissed, losing ourselves in that glorious dance of lips and tongues as our faces moved to each other’s rhythm.

We finally relaxed, both breathing heavily, still desperate for each other’s touch, but both too sensitive for more sex play. Some time ago, Sasha’s camera had ceased to click

We lay together for a few moments more, caressing and trailing lazy hands across each other’s bodies, then reluctantly removed ourselves from the cold floor and got up to find Sasha. We quickly pulled on our clothes — playfully swapping panties in the process — and found our photographer in a glass-walled studio room some distance behind the camera. There was a strong smell of coffee.

Sasha was sitting at a computer terminal where, eventually, she looked up at us and frowned. “You two finished?” she said, her tone more than a little abrupt.

“Um, yeah,” said Helena, taking the lead. “Thanks.”

Sasha grunted. “Don’t thank me until the camera says so. I’m downloading the clips now.”

I looked across at my sister and she looked at me. We shared the same quizzical look. Why was Sasha so wound up?

Helena and I sat down on two high-backed chairs and held each other’s hands. We watched silently as Sasha scrolled though screen after screen of pictures on the terminal in front of her.

“Did you, um. Did you get any good shots?” I heard myself say. Sasha grunted, but didn’t reply.

Helena frowned, and I recognised that frown. She was starting to get annoyed. “Hey!” she said. “What’s the problem? Half an hour ago, you were telling me you needed something a little more ‘full-on’. Well if what we did out there wasn’t full-on, you’d better paint me a new fucking picture.”

Sasha turned in her seat and scowled at us. “Well ex-fucking-scuse me!” she said. “Sorry you two professional fuck-bunnies don’t know everything there is to know about this business, but there’s a big fucking difference between screwing each other and playing the camera.”

There was a silence as she let that sink in. “Just so you know, most of these pictures are useless. Lighting’s all wrong, angle’s way off and there’s no photographic progression.”

“Photographic progre-?” I began, then checked myself.

Sasha turned back to the computer and took a deep breath. “There are some good shots. Some very hot ones. But we can’t do it like this again. Next time we’ll all have to be a lot more professional.”

“There’s going to be a next time?” I said, hearing the excitement in my own voice. Sasha turned back an instant.

“Are you kidding? You two are the hottest babes I’ve ever shot. Ever. And you’re, like, real sisters. You know how marketable that is? You bet there’ll be a next time. I just don’t want you to fuck it up by getting too excited with each other on set.”

She turned back, and Helena and I shared an identical smile. Gone were the worries we’d voiced back in the car earlier. There were no secrets between us and Sasha, and it gave us the freedom to be more free and open with each other.

I reached over and grabbed my sister’s hand. I grinned at her for a moment, already anticipating all the fantastic shoots we could do together. Helena opened her mouth to say something, but stopped and frowned. She reached into her handbag and pulled out her cell phone. She frowned again, flipped the lid and keyed the ‘answer’ button.

Helena and I took the car home as fast as we could. I rang up Mom and left a message to say that my lecturer had called in sick, and that I’d be returning home early that day. My sister and I didn’t speak much on the way home, but she found my hand during a stop at a set of traffic lights and squeezed my fingers. I squeezed back.

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Shooting with Helena, Chapter 5

  • Posted on February 12, 2018 at 7:40 am

By Cassie

When I next awoke, sunlight was streaming though a crack in the curtains of Helena’s room. A radio was playing quietly off to one side, and there was a constant hissing noise in the background. I rubbed sleepy eyes and sat up alone in my sister’s bed. I felt my heart jump a little and wondered at her absence. Then I adjusted to sounds around me and realised that the hissing sound was the shower in Helena’s bathroom. The shower that was supposed to be broken.

Verrry interesting, I thought with a grin. I got out of bed and padded over to the shower cubicle. This time, I chose to announce myself by knocking on the glass door.

“Hey, sis. Room in there for two?”

There was a pause, then Helena opened the door. Her long hair looked a darker shade of blonde — wet and plastered to her head and shoulders. She had soapy water still running down her body, and the nipples on her breasts looked pert and alive. She looked the very picture of a glamour model in a nude photo shoot, and I realised why people would spend money to look at pictures of her, like the ones Sasha took.

“Come on in,” she said. “Wanna get wet?”

“Sure,” I smiled back, stepping into the cubicle. Helena adjusted the shower head back onto the rack where the water was able to reach us both.

“Ah, that feels good!” I said, as the hot water began to trickle down my spine and between my ass cheeks. Helena smiled at me, and I smiled back.

Something was wrong. Neither of us knew what to say, how to make conversation after the lovemaking we’d shared a few hours earlier. So we showered in silence, offering smiles, or small sounds of apology when my ass rubbed against her hip, or her shoulder brushed against my breasts.

Eventually, I stopped, sighed dramatically and turned to face her. Helen gave me a nervous look, knowing that we had to ‘talk’.

“Look,” I said, trying to hold my voice together, “Are we okay? With each other, I mean? After last night, I–”

“We’re good,” said Helena, hurriedly. “At least I’m good with it. Um.”

I stared into my sister’s beautiful green eyes, searching for a clue, a scrap of understanding.

“I need to know something,” I said, my voice cracking, and barely audible over the insistent hiss of the shower.

“What is it?” said Helena, touching my arm with her hand.

“Do you love me?” I said, feeling tears well up behind my eyes.

Helena’s eyes grew wide, and she took my face between her hands. “Oh, Cassie… is that what you’re worried about? God, yes, of course I love you. You’re my sister. I’ll always love you, no matter what.” Then her gaze grew soft and warm. “Actually, now I love you even more than as a sister. You know that, don’t you?”

“I love you so much,” I said, feeling the tears begin to sting my eyes. I couldn’t look at her anymore. She was too beautiful, too difficult for me to comprehend. “I love you so much and I–”

“Shh, shh,” Helena said, stepping toward me to gather me into an embrace. We held each other for a long moment, arms wrapped round each other’s slim bodies as the shower rained a tattoo of water down us both.

We stepped a little apart, and I smiled awkwardly at my sister. “I do love you,” I said. “I really do. But after last night, I, I…”

“You don’t want me?” Helena said, a fearful look crossing her eyebrows.

“No, God no!” I said. “That’s just it.” I took her face in my hands and caressed her cheeks. “I look at you now and I want you. Want you as a lover, like we had each other last night. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever been with, and now I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you so much I can’t think properly, and I’m afraid, so afraid, Lena, that wanting you will hurt me, hurt us both.”

“It won’t, sis,” Helena said, pleading in her voice, “It really won’t. We’ll always love each other. That’s what sisters do. For life.”

I stared at her. “And last night? Do we do that for life?”

Helena looked down at her toes, as though I’d asked the one question she didn’t want me to ask.

“I don’t know,” she said, quietly. “I really don’t know, Cass,” she said, finally looking back up at me. She was quiet for a moment, then seemed to gather herself and stand a little straighter.

“But I do know that I want you right now, and will want you next week and the week after that and the month after that, and maybe the year… for as long as we both want to keep being lovers. I’ve never needed someone so much, Cassie. And I’ve never felt so comfortable being with someone as I have with you… and so loved. Like I told you last night, I want to do it all with you.”

“Yeah.” I smiled, thinking back to last night and how hot we made each other. “Do you think we’ve covered the list yet?” I giggled, referring to the list of sex acts we’d be prepared to do to each other for Sasha’s photo shoots.

“I think we’ve gone way beyond lists,” Helena said, a little more seriously. She reached up and caressed my face, drawing her finger across the line of my lips. “Way, way beyond,” she said dreamily, moving closer and tilting her head to kiss me. I closed my eyes and felt her lips press against mine. He arms locked around my waist and I draped mine around her neck.

We kissed under the hot water of her shower, exploring and losing ourselves in the glorious dart and roll of each other’s tongues. I felt Helena’s hands dip down past the small of my back. Her palms brushed over the cheeks of my ass, and it felt good. I knew then that there were no inhibitions with my sister. I loved Helena unconditionally, so my sex with her would be like that too. I arched my back a little and drew my hips closer toward her, giving her hands more freedom to roam. I felt her fingers start to explore the cleft between my ass cheeks, and brush against my asshole. I broke off the kiss.

“Do you still want to do it all with me, sis?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“Uh-huh,” Helena said, nodding for added confirmation. I shifted a little, so that I was on one side of her, with my legs apart. I took one of her hands and folded back her fingers until just her middle finger was left out. Then I drew it behind me and pressed it up against my asshole. I left it there and put my hands up against the wall of the cubicle, police-frisk style.

“You can do anything you want with me, sis,” I said. “Anything at all.”

I closed my eyes and turned away, submitting utterly to her touch. I felt Helena remove her hand then, a moment later, she was back. Her fingers slipping up and down the split between my cheeks, exploring the crack of my ass. Without saying anything, she began to slowly push her middle finger inside me. I’d never felt anything like it before, and it made me gasp with pleasure. Just submitting myself to my sister’s whim made me feel hot. Helen began to fuck my ass with her finger very fast and deep, squeezing one, then two fingers into my well-lubed rectum. I didn’t want her to stop.

My fingers found their way to her dripping nest, and we fucked like crazy in the shower, kissing hotly until we both exploded in frantic orgasms. We held each other in the streaming water for a long time, then quietly washed ourselves clean and stepped from the shower cubicle.

Later, when we were towelling each other off by her bedside, Helena suddenly spoke, her face serious. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, sis. And there’s a lot I’m learning about myself too. Especially what turns me on.”

I gave her a look of confusion. “Well, what doesn’t turn you on?” I asked.

“That’s what I want to find out,” she replied, very matter-of-factly. “The more I grew into my body, the more I learned about what turns me on. And it’s a lot. Now I want to learn where those limits are. And I want to explore those limits with you.”

I dropped my towel and stepped up close to my beautiful little sister. I put my hands to her sides and began to stroke them, from her ribs down to the curves of her hips and back up again.

“Am I your limit, little sister?” I asked, trying to sound serious, and sexy at the same time. Helena smiled, then leaned forward and kissed me very gently on the lips. She pulled be into an intimate embrace, closing the contact between us so that her breasts squashed against mine, and her long smooth legs rubbed against me. She kissed my neck once, twice, then move up to my ear and whispered;

“You’re just the beginning of my limits, Cassie. I love you more than anything, so that’s what I want to do with you; anything. Everything.” she repeated, kissing the soft flesh of my ear. “We’re not just sisters anymore, you know. You and I are lovers, now… and our adventure together is only getting started.”

I felt a shiver ripple through the whole of my body. I never knew how incredible my sister was, never knew how sexy she could make me feel. And the very thought of what we could do together made me tingle.

Just think, not long ago I was shocked and outraged by what Helena had written down on her list of things to do to me. Now that list seemed like ancient history. The taboo kiss of yesteryear between two illicit lovers compared to the fuck and tumble of teenagers these days. My lips found Helena’s neck and I kissed her soft skin. We had forged something between us that I thought was unique, and knew was utterly special. And I knew that together, we would do exactly what my little sister wanted.

As we were starting to kiss each other and make love all over again, slumped against her bedroom wall, Helena’s cellphone beeped. She broke off and, giving me a lop-sided grin, skipped over to her bedside table to retrieve the phone. She slipped the phone open and stared intently at it for a few minutes. Then she snapped it shut with a snap and put it down, padded over to her bed and lay down.

She looked up to me, nibbling at her lower lip. That suddenly seemed very sexy to me all of a sudden, where before I wouldn’t have noticed.  “It was Sasha,” she said, remaining beautifully naked on her bed. “She wants to know if we have any free time today. She wants to know if we’re ready for another shoot.”

I walked over to my sister and rolled her over, so she was lying on her back. Her ash-blonde hair spilled out into a corona around her head and she stared up at me with large, wide eyes. I clambered up over her, straddling her tummy so that she could feel the hair of my pussy tickle her skin.

“I’m ready,” I said, smiling with a certainty of conviction. I pinned her arms to the bed with my hands and bent over her body, my small breasts hanging close above her face. There were no barriers between me and Helena anymore, as far as I was concerned. But Helena frowned.

“The thing is,” she said, with that intelligence I knew I could never match, “How much do we want other people to know about us, or see us do together? Do we keep our lovemaking something private, or do we show it off, and see where it leads?”

I sat upright, feeling my pussy press against the muscles of Helena’s stomach, struck by this thought.

It was at that very moment that our mom walked unannounced into the room.

She stood, frozen for several moments, staring at the picture of the two of us naked sisters together on Helena’s bed. Lena and I did not move a muscle as the frown on Mom’s face deepened and she said, “What the hell is going on here?”

I could tell that I was going red already; blushing uncontrollably from the chest upwards, with my ears and cheeks starting to burn with heat and shame. I was literally lost for words.

But my beautiful sister wasn’t. She craned her head backwards and threw the kind of look toward Mom that spoke of a terrible injustice. “Mom, can you tell this… this bitch that she cannot come in here and use my shower, then take my stuff!”

Mom looked from Helena to me, then said, “Cassiope?” in her arbiter-of-all voice. I continued to stare dumbfounded, and blush while blood continued to rush into my neck and face. Helena pretended to thrash underneath me.

“Mom, ow! She’s hurting me. She’s such a cow!”

Mom used this as a cue to come into the room and close the door behind her. “Cassiope, get off your sister at once!” she said, waving her arms as if to shoo me away.
“Look at the state of you two. Not a stitch of clothing on either of you! What if I had guests in the house, hmm?”

I clambered awkwardly off my sister’s bed and stood there like an idiot, holding the first thing I could up against my naked body, which happened to be the little blue summer dress Helena had laid out to wear that day. I felt an enormous rush of embarrassment that Mom had almost caught her two daughters making love to each other but, worse than that, felt incredibly foolish that I hadn’t been as quick, or clever as my sister to invent an excuse.

“Now what is this all about?” said Mom, coming to stand in front of us, hands on hips.

Our mother still looked great for her age; short blonde hair — touched with only a little help from the hairdresser’s dye now and again — an angular face that she still kept wrinkle free and painted with only a little make-up, and a body kept trim by hours of swimming and tennis, the two activities she’d loved when she was younger. But since Mom had turned forty a few years ago, she’d decided that she needed to wear more comfortable clothes, as she’d moved on to a different phase in her life. Actually, a better word to describe our mother’s wardrobe would be dowdy. No skirts hemmed higher than the knee. No tops fitted to show off her breasts, which suffered only a little sag from their best years. And the shoes had lower heels too. Helena and I had used birthdays and Christmases to buy Mom some sexier clothes, but she never seemed to wear them much. It as was if she were resigned to sliding into the role of Frumpy Mom by choice, rather than age or circumstance.

Today she was wearing a long, loose beige top, her purple tweed skirt — cut daringly to expose both knees — and flat-heeled black court shoes. A string of fake pearls were hung around her neck, and a pair of large stud earrings topped off a visual package that aged her a good five or ten years. She cocked her head to one side as she looked from my sister to me.

Helena sat up on the edge of the bed, not bothering to cover herself. I noticed that she had not blushed. Not one little bit. “Okay Mom, here’s how it is,” she said, ticking fingers off one hand. “First, Cassie tells me that her shower is broke, so I let her use mine. Then, she takes all my best shampoo and empties it on her crow’s nest of a head–”

Mom went to chastise Helena for being rude, but Lena just waved it away. “Whatever. And then, while I’m getting ready for my own shower, she tries to steal my dress, Mom! I was going to wear that one today!”

Mom looked over at me. I was still blushing hard, and trying to cover my breasts and hips with the little summer dress. “Is this true?” she said.

“Mom,” I said, finally finding my voice, “This is just a big mistake. Sure, I wanted to use Helena’s shower, but I didn’t want to steal her dress. I mean, I thought it was my dress. And then she called me a fat cow and I said, ‘No don’t be mean,’ and then she said-”

“You liar!” said Helena, standing up to confront me. “I never called you a fat cow, even if you are one! Mom, I would never-”

“Tramp!”

“Cow!”

Mom intervened, her hands pushing us away from each other, and standing between us.

“All right, all right. That’s enough!” she snapped, turning her stern gaze toward Lena, then toward me. “Now,” she continued, after the calm had been restored, “It seems to me as though there’s been a silly misunderstanding which has just blown out of proportion. Cassie, I want you to apologise for taking your sister’s dress.”

“And shampoo!”

“-and hair products. Well?”

I shuffled on my feet then muttered a “Sorry.” When Mom indicated that this wasn’t good enough, I stared Helena in the eye and drawled an exaggerated “Sorry!”

Mom nodded her head, satisfied. “Now Helena, I want you to be a good girl and tidy up around here.”

Mom swept a hand over the room that Helena and I had messed up in our wild lovemaking. Mom hadn’t seemed to notice that it was both Lena’s and my clothes strewn across the floor.

“Cassie always keeps her room tidy. You could at least try and do the same.”

Helena looked down at her feet and said “Yes, Mom.”

Mom stared at us for only a second or two longer, satisfied that she had made her point, then turned her back to us; waving her hands vaguely in the air.

“And get some clothes on, the two of you.” She made her way to the door, her back to us, and Helena stepped over and squeezed my breast in her hand. I was about to do the same to her when Mom turned back to us as she opened the door to leave.

“And,” she added, wagging a finger sternly at us both, “I don’t want any more fighting. You two are sisters, for goodness’ sake. Try to kiss and make up or something.”

Mom left. We decided to take her advice to kiss and make up. We did that for quite a while. Then, though only briefly, we tried the ‘or something’ part too.

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