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Loving Lisa, Chapter 10

  • Posted on March 24, 2017 at 6:43 pm

By JetBoy

Apologies are due to you all for the lateness of this chapter, which I actually expected to have ready about two weeks earlier. What happened? Simple: what was supposed to be the final installment of this story just kept growing and growing as more ideas came to me. I ended up with an extremely long chapter by Juicy Secrets standards, and finally elected to split it into two parts. In other words, the next portion of “Loving Lisa” will be the true finale. Is more necessarily better? I’ll let you good people be the judge of that…


The doorbell chimed. 3:32 in the afternoon.

Now who on earth could that be…? I wondered, peering up from the kitchen counter in irritation.

I’d broken this exquisite piece of costume jewelry — a glass brooch of a tropical fish I’d found years ago in a secondhand store — and was about to put the three fragments back together with Krazy Glue. Not a good time to be interrupted.

Nessa was upstairs, music turned up loud… no sense in calling her down to answer the door. Leaving my work on a paper towel, I made my way to the foyer, prepared to rebuff unwanted visitors. The Jehovah’s Witnesses had been working our neighborhood, I’d been told.

Half expecting to find a smiling matron bearing copies of The Watchtower, I opened the door to discover a far more welcome guest on the top step — Lisa!

A leap across the threshold, and she was in my arms. Dazed and delighted, I spun the two of us around and around, her legs wrapped around me. Somehow, on one of our revolutions, I managed to shut the door with a nudge of the foot.

The sweet scent of her hair tickled my nose. “Mmmmmmm… oh, Lisa, I’ve missed you!”

Holding me tightly, her face buried in my neck, she whispered, “I missed you too, Ms. Johnson.”

I clucked my tongue. “It’s Roxanne, Lisa. Remember?”

She frowned, wrinkling her nose. “Y’know… I don’t really like callin’ you that. Can I still say ‘Ms. Johnson?’ It’s what I always say in my head when I think about you. That’s okay, huh?”

I had to laugh. “Of course, angel. Whatever makes you happy.” I paused to kiss the tip of that nose. “When did you get back?”

“Just,” Lisa murmured against my chin, making me throb down below. Then she raised her head, her big green eyes peering into mine. “Let’s… play!”

A whoop of delight from the top of the stairs, then… “LISA!” My daughter’s feet came thundering down to where we stood.

“NESSA!” shrieked my bundle of joy, nearly deafening me in one ear. “Sorry,” she added when I grimaced.

Vanessa darted behind her friend and hugged her tightly, making a yummy Lisa sandwich between the two of us. Suddenly she grinned and hunkered down. I couldn’t see — what was Nessa doing?

“Hey, what’re you — Owww!” Lisa twisted around to glare at my daughter. “You bit me!”

And there Vanessa was, grinning behind Lisa. “Gotcha ba-ack!”

Lisa rolled her eyes heavenward. “God, are you still freakin’ out about that? Anyhow, you already got me back, ‘member?” Lisa reached around to explore her backside as I set her down. “Jeez Louise… right on my butthole, too.”

Now, that gave me a very interesting idea. “Oh, dear,” I said, trying to look concerned. “How about we go up to my bedroom and… examine the damage? Make sure everything’s okay.”

The girls actually jumped up and down, blurting exclamations like “Yeah!” “Whoo!” and “Cool!” Then up the stairs they flew as if they’d been launched from twin cannons. Me, I took up the rear, ascending at a much more ladylike pace.

When I entered my room, Lisa and Nessa were bouncing excitedly on my bed, huge grins on their faces. I used to chide my daughter when she used my mattress as a trampoline, but right then, I felt giddy enough to jump right along with them. Instead, I stepped out of my shoes.

“Hey, no room for me?” I laughingly protested, unbuttoning my pants.

The bouncing came to a standstill as the girls watched me starting to undress. Then with a gleeful squeal, my Nessa began to shimmy out of her top.

I stepped out of my jeans and panties, then tugged off the old flannel shirt I liked to wear around the house. Vanessa wasn’t wearing much to start with, so she got naked right away — but why was Lisa just watching us undress?

Taking notice of her still-clothed friend, Nessa frowned. “What’cha just standin’ there for? C’mon, girl, get naked!” She giggled. “We gotta ex-amine your butthole!”

Lisa gave us a bashful smile. “I wanna do a show for you guys, where I take off all my clothes and dance sexy!” She blushed a bit. “Um… it’s just an idea I had…”

“You mean a striptease?” I said, shrugging out of my bra. Now I was nude, too.

She nodded gratefully, stepping down from the bed. “Yeah! That.”

“Cool!” exclaimed Vanessa approvingly. She seated herself at the foot of the bed, gazing expectantly at her friend. “Okay — show us what’cha got, honeybuns!”

Lisa smirked at my daughter. “Doofus.”

“Want some music?” I asked, padding over to my dresser, where I kept a boombox.

“Yeah,” said Lisa. “Somethin’ hot!”

“Leave it to me.” Rifling through the stack of CDs, I took out my James Brown best-of disc and slipped it in the player, pausing it at the start of the track I wanted. “Here, do it in front of the mirror.”

Lisa cheerfully padded over to the spot I indicated. “Okay,” she nodded, limbering up her arms and legs.

“And heeeeere we go…” I placed my finger on the PLAY button, then pushed it.

A tough funk groove kicked off the song, driven along by a choppy guitar lick and punctuated by horns. Lisa listened, moving very slightly, letting her body find the beat before she began to move. She was good, too — maybe not Soul Train material, but bold and enthusiastic, unconcerned about looking silly.

“Whoo!” cheered Vanessa. “You go, girl!”

James Brown’s voice elbowed its way in, tightly backed by another voice in a tough call-and-response:

Know we need it — SOUL POWER!
We got to have it — SOUL POWER!
Know we want it — SOUL POWER!
Huh! Got-ta have it — SOUL POWER!

Great merciful heavens, what a sight she was. Believe me, Lisa’s promise to “dance sexy,” had not been made idly. She was strutting her stuff with a vengeance, working that cute little butt.

She kicked off her sandals — firing one to the left, the other to the right — then got back into her dance.

I want to get under your skin
If I get there, I got to win
You need some soul, c’mon and get some
And then you’ll know, where I’m comin’ from

Now and then, her eyes met mine — and each time it sent a surge of white-hot lust through my very core. A glance at my daughter made it clear that Lisa’s movements were affecting her in the same way. Nessa was staring slack-mouthed at her friend, occasionally moistening her lips. I noticed that her nipples were visibly erect.

I couldn’t look away from Lisa for more than an instant, though, not while she continued to move. James Brown continued to narrate the action:

I may lay in the cut and go along
I’m still on the case, and my rap is strong
Go jump on my train, when I’m outta sight
Just check yourself, huh! and say, yeah you’re right

Lisa’s elbows swung forward and back in time as she began to unfasten the buttons of the pale orange shirt she wore. One at a time, she undid them, then slowly slid the shirt down to expose her shoulders, carefully giving us quick glimpses of her bare chest.

Suddenly Lisa all but tore the top off, like a magician sweeping away his cape. Now nude from the waist up, she threw herself back into the dance.

Lisa barely had anything in the way of breasts, but they still managed to jiggle ever so slightly. And her nipples were definitely stiff, all but begging to be sucked.

Love me tender, and love me slow
If that don’t get it, jump back for more
Love me tender, love me slow
If that don’t get it, jump back for more

Reaching down to the front of her cut-off denim shorts, she popped the top button open with the flick of a thumb, then tugged the zipper down far enough to us to see the color of her panties — buttery yellow.

Spinning around to face the mirror, her bottom thrust toward Nessa and me, Lisa shifted her hips from side to side as she shimmied out of the tight shorts, working them down to her ankles. Those yellow underpants were so tautly stretched across her bottom that I could see nearly everything she had through them.

She stepped out of her cut-offs with her right foot, then cast them aside with a flick of the left. Now down to panties, Lisa’s movements grew more explicitly sexual. This was a dance of seduction, and all three of us knew it.

We gotta get in the bracket
You know I like it!

To my left, I heard Nessa gasp. I turned to look, gasping myself when I saw my daughter lying back, legs spread wide, masturbating at the sight of her dancing friend. Hmmm… now there’s a good idea.

Back to Lisa. She was staring lustfully at Vanessa, touching her body all over, still moving in time to the Godfather’s funky beat. Then her eyes burned into mine, and it felt like someone had set off a flare in my cunt, starting a blaze that simply had to be dealt with.

Slipping a hand between my thighs, I curled two fingers inside myself, thrusting them hard and deep.

Don’t fall on the ground!
You got to get down, down, down, down, down
Don’t fall on the ground!
You got to get down, down, down, down, down

Lisa was sliding out of her panties, turning around as she did, giving us the full-on view of her nakedness. Then she was completely bare, those butter-hued underpants clutched in one hand. She tossed them to me, and I immediately pressed them to my face, breathing deeply, drinking in the heady aroma of my underage lover.

I passed them over to Nessa — and she plastered the sodden material to her nose and mouth, purring with pleasure as she sampled Lisa’s scent.

Huh! Good God!
I’ve gotta ask you, what we NEED! — SOUL POWER!
What we want — SOUL POWER!
Got to HAVE! — SOUL POWER!

Excited as I already was, I nearly swooned when Lisa presented her bottom, hips still churning to the hard beat. She dipped down to peer at us between spread legs, pulling her buttocks apart to display her holes to us. Her slit was glistening with wetness. Oh, God, I wanted to throw myself on my knees behind the child and bury my face in her rosy flesh.

Seconds later, Lisa was up and dancing again. Damn it, she was driving me crazy!

But before I knew it, the song was fading. Lisa’s motions slowed, then halted.

She took a deep bow while her dazed audience cheered and clapped — with very moist fingers, needless to say. Then she jumped in between my daughter and me on the bed, exhaling noisily as she lay back.

“Wow,” said Vanessa, “that was… wicked good!”

The little imp was grinning hugely, feeling quite proud of herself. “Ya think so?”

“Oh, yes,” I said. “That might have been the single sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Cooooool,” Lisa sighed, gazing at me, then Vanessa. “So… what do we do now?”

“Well, I don’t know about you young ladies,” I murmured, “but I’m in the mood for some kissing.”

“Yeah!” Lisa cheered, and Nessa eagerly nodded her assent.

“Me first,” I announced, then drew close to Lisa. “Here’s your reward for that wonderful dance,” and I took her mouth in a tender kiss that grew hot and hungry in something like two seconds. We swapped tongues for a long, delicious while, then I turned to Vanessa. “And this is your reward for being the best daughter in the whole world.” I kissed my child with every ounce of passion I had in me, feasting on her sweet mouth, finally breaking away. “And now, I want to see you two kiss!”

Eyes shining, Lisa reached up to touch my daughter’s face. “I love you, Nessa,” she whispered.

“Aw… I love you, Lisa,” Vanessa responded, and the girls came together in a ardent embrace, their mouths crushed together, tongues flashing to and fro. Then they turned back to me, both smiling.

We shared kisses and caresses for a long while, taking our time, keeping the lovemaking going at a slow, languid pace, allowing the sexual fire to mount gradually — until we seemed to move, all three of us, to the tempo of a single racing pulse. Never before had I been so perfectly in tune with a lover.

Eventually, of course, our need for release grew too intense to bear, so we made each other come with our fingers. I masturbated my daughter while Nessa rubbed Lisa, who tweaked my clit until I saw stars.

Afterwards, we lay together in a tangle of heated flesh, occasionally exchanging deep French kisses — at least until Lisa raised her head, looking from me to Nessa. “We’re not done yet, are we?” she demanded.

I nearly rolled my eyes. Kids. Don’t they ever get enough of a good thing? Then I felt my daughter’s fingers lightly teasing my slit, and thought, Hmmm… guess I’m not quite done yet.

“Mom…?” said Vanessa, her head resting on my shoulder.

“What, hon?”

“Can you, um, put on the thing now? Pleeease?”

Lisa furrowed her brow. “The thing?”

I looked at Vanessa, arching an eyebrow. “The thing…?”

Vanessa blushed. “You know…”

I just looked at her blankly, wanting her to say the word.

Lisa looked from Vanessa to me and back, frowning. “What are you guys talkin’ about?!”

Vanessa, her cheeks flushed pink, mumbled, “The… the cock,” then put both hands over her face. Which caused her to poke Lisa with an extremely pointy elbow.

Lisa’s scowl deepened. “Hey, watch your arms, dingus!” Then to me, still puzzled, “The cock?”

“I think there’s an echo in here,” I chuckled, tousling her hair. “Hold on, Lisa — I’ll show you.” Getting to my feet, pausing for a moment for the wooziness to disperse, I padded into the closet, plucking my sex toy from a nearby shelf, still fitted with the smallest attachment. I figured it would be at least a year or two before either of the girls would be ready for the eight-incher.

As I strapped the latex prick on and fastened it about my waist, the room was eerily silent. No giggles or whispers, no creaking from the bed. I gave my borrowed appendage a tug to make certain it was secure, then emerged.

Lisa’s eyes grew wide as she saw the toy jutting from my groin. “Holy cow!” she gasped, cupping her face in both hands like a cartoon character.

Vanessa smiled gleefully, amused by her friend’s astonishment. “It’s kinda like a real man’s thing… right, Mom? Works the exact same way!”

I nodded. “More or less.”

Lisa gaped at Vanessa. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! You mean — you already used it?”

Shyly nibbling her lower lip, Vanessa murmured, “Well, yeah.” She was blushing again.

“Oh, yes, Vanessa took the whole thing inside her…” I winked at my little girl, and she giggled, suddenly unable to meet my gaze.

Lisa’s mouth was open. “You really… really did it…” She looked down at Nessa’s pussy — which, I noticed, still showed a slightly irritated pinkness around the edges of her slit.

Her face alight with wonder, Lisa reached out, extending a finger to lightly touch my daughter’s sex. “Wow,” she breathed, then looked up at Vanessa. “So, how did you…?”

“Mom, put some, um, slippery stuff on it first, to help it go inside… and she went really slow, so it wouldn’t hurt a lot.”

Did it hurt?” Lisa asked, tilting her head slightly.

“Just a little,” Nessa replied. “But it felt really great, too!” She took Lisa’s hand, gave it a squeeze. “I asked her to, Lise. It was important to me. I wanted Mom to be the one to do it.”

Lisa slowly lit up like a Christmas tree, a gleam of excitement appearing in her eyes. “Me too!” Turning to me, she clasped her hands together in supplication, begging, “I want you to be the one to… do that to me!” She jumped up from the bed and raced over to where I stood, clutching at my arm. “Please, Ms. Johnson?” She nuzzled her face into my breasts. “Pretty please?”

I glanced at Nessa, who smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Fuck her, Mom!”

Enveloping Lisa in my arms, I whispered into her hair, “Okay, sweetie.”

She hugged me hard, blurted, “Thank you!” then broke away. “But first, I wanna watch you guys doin’ it. So I get to see, y’know, what it’s like. Okay?”

Nessa grinned. “Oh, I’m good with that!” She immediately lay down on the bed and raised her legs up and out. Grabbing her ankles, she spread herself, opening her sweet cunt for me. “C’mon, Mom — I’m so ready!”

My brave little soldier. I reached for the lubricant, still resting on the nightstand where I’d left it, then knelt on the bed before Nessa, pausing to admire the loveliness of her bare slit… pink, glistening with wetness and ready to be loved.

I smeared a dollop of Astroglide on the end of the shaft, then leaned in to transfer a dab of the slippery stuff onto Nessa’s waiting slit. She spread her legs even wider, if that was possible.

Climbing onto the bed, Lisa approached me from behind and pressed herself against my back, resting her chin on my shoulder to get a good view of the proceedings. I felt her swollen nipples brushing against my skin as she nuzzled my neck.

It was arousing, but something of a distraction. “That feels good, Lisa… but you’ve got to move back just a little. I need room to do this.”

“Oops. Sorry ‘bout that.”

As Lisa dutifully stationed herself a bit further away, I glanced back at her, a knowing smile on my lips. “You want to see it… going in, huh?”

Her eyes were dancing. “Yeah,” she sighed happily.

“Sit right here, Lisa!” Vanessa said, patting the bed next to her. “You can watch Mom put her thing in… and while she fucks me, we can make out!”

“Great idea,” Lisa giggles as she parks her cute little bottom at Nessa’s side. She bends down, peering between my daughter’s spread thighs. “Wow, Nessa, I can see all of you!”

“Mmmmm, yeah, I guess so.” Nessa’s eyes widened as I gently stroked her opening with the tip of the dildo, occasionally brushing her clit.

“You ready, hon?”

Nessa nodded. “Fuck me now, Mom.”

I moved slowly, carefully, watching the head slip about two inches deep into my daughter’s pussy.

“Ow. Ow. Ooohh… ouch!” winced Vanessa. Lisa winced right along with her.

I halted myself. “You sure you want to do this, hon?”

“Yeah, I… do, I want to. Just… I’m still kinda sore.”

“Okay. I’ll stay still for right now. You tell me when you’re ready.”

Lisa took my daughter’s hand, pressed it to her lips, then cradled it in her lap. “You look so pretty like that, Nessa.”

Vanessa gave her friend a shaky smile. “Thanks.” Drawing in, then releasing a deep breath, she looked up at me. “Okay, you c-can go in a little more now.”

I eased the cock a bit deeper, a quarter-inch at a time.

“Oooh… oh, oh, geez, Mom!”

Pausing again, “Does it still hurt?”

“A little… but, but not that much… oh, man, I’m feelin’ so full.” She lifted her hips a bit, taking me in even more. “Mmmm yeah! It’s gettin’ better, Mom, just like last time.”

“Good job, sweetie.” By then, the shaft was almost completely inside my precious child.

“Ohhhh, yeah, that’s it, oh yeah…!”

Lisa stared at my daughter in awe. “You’re really doin’ it, Nessa! You really are!”

My daughter turned to her friend, tugging at her arm. “Kiss me, Lisa…”

And Lisa fell into Vanessa’s embrace — their mouths meeting, tongues emerging to dance. Lisa’s hand was on my little girl’s chest, gliding over her nipples.

Now I was fucking her for real — pulling out, pushing back, my movements smooth and steady. Nessa was humming as she and Lisa kissed, a tuneless moan to accompany her rising pleasure.

Vanessa broke away from Lisa to whisper something in her ear — and Lisa peered up at me, a positively devilish expression on her face. She got to her feet, then disappeared. What is that girl up to now?

Then I felt her behind me — her hands, her breath, then her soft lips caressing my ass.

Down below, my daughter was speedily approaching meltdown. She clutched at fistfuls of the blanket, her head twisting from side to side, eyes squeezed tightly shut. At one point, Nessa reached down to touch the slippery latex cock, perhaps marveling at how wonderful it made her feel. All the while, she exhorted me on. “Ohhhhh Mom, s-so good, mmm yes, ohhh, don’t stop, keep fuckin’ me, oooooohhh yeah, f-feels so… so…”

Lisa was feasting on my backside. I felt her lips, her tongue, her eager mouth on my bottom, my anus, my cunt. She licked me, adorned me with kisses and nibbled my clit as Nessa writhed beneath me, lost in her mounting rapture.

I wanted to lie skin to skin with my little girl, so I carefully lowered myself onto her. She seized me in her arms, hugging me tightly, burying her face in my shoulder, her voice reduced to ragged whimpers and the occasional gasp of, “Ohhhhh, Mom!”

I continued to fuck her — in the meantime, Lisa was probing my vagina with what felt like all four fingers. I longed for her to get her thumb into the act and work her entire hand inside me, but my hips were probably moving too briskly for that.

Suddenly my daughter threw her head back against the pillow, a joyful cry of ecstasy breaking free as she began to come. Her nails bit painfully into my back — but I kept going, carrying Vanessa through the crazy carnival ride of her orgasm, her cries and moans music to my soul.

Seconds later, Lisa’s fingers touched something inside me, and I froze in mid-stroke as my own climax hit like a thunderclap. I was rocked to my foundation, quivering all over and trying not to jerk around while still inside Nessa.

Finally, we both lay spent, my sweaty frame atop hers. Somehow I managed to heave myself up and draw my slippery cock out of her body, sitting back on my heels in a post-orgasmic daze.

Kneeling once more beside her friend, Lisa shook her head, open-mouthed. “Nessa, gosh… that was so awesome!” she breathed. She tenderly brushed Nessa’s damp bangs to one side. “You are like… I can’t believe it. You’re like… a woman, and everything!”

Smiling weakly, Nessa patted Lisa’s hand, then gazed up at me. “Love you, Mom,” she mumbled. Her legs lay open, her pussy oozing warm honey into the sheets.

I murmured, “I love you too, angel,” and laid down next to her. Nessa turned her face to mine, and our lips met in a tender kiss.

Watch this space for the thrilling conclusion (for real this time): Chapter 11!

Loving Lisa, Chapter 9

  • Posted on March 1, 2017 at 2:07 pm

By JetBoy

Next morning. The birds were out in force, their cheerful melodies heralding the start of another perfect day. I stood silently at the foot of Vanessa’s bed and watched her sleep. So beautiful. And the hint of pinkness that bloomed in my daughter’s cheeks — a reminder of the loving we two had enjoyed just hours before — only enhanced that beauty.

I shook my head, lost in wonder at how my life had been utterly transformed in the space of a few weeks… really, just in this one wild hurricane of a weekend. First, I’d finally made love to Lisa, the preteen imp I’d been lusting after since the start of the summer. Then, that same blessed evening, I’d made the sexual acquaintance of my eleven-year-old daughter Vanessa.

And last night, Nessa and I had taken this crazy, forbidden passion to a whole new realm. We’d shared our bodies, our hearts, our souls. Now, my own child and I were in love.

Her words still echoed in my head: I wish you and me could get married, Mom. If you wanted, I’d totally be your wife.

God, it tied me in knots, imagining the two of us, side by side in gossamer bridal gowns, being joined as girl and woman, wife and wife. I saw us running from the chapel, giggling with glee as we raced to an idling car, waiting to take us to our new life together.

Lost in my fantasy, I carry Nessa across the threshold of our home and to the haven of our wedding bed, where I undress my lady love, piece by silken piece. Then she lies naked before me, watching with eager eyes as I disrobe before her, then crawl into her outstretched arms…

Crazy dream, I told myself with a smile. Meanwhile, here she is, larger than life and very much in love with me. Her mom. Crazy dream, indeed.

I smelled my fingers, savoring the hint of last night’s pleasures that lingered on them… ohhh, how the scent of Nessa’s pussy roused me! Gazing down at her, I cupped the rise of my vulva, tracing the opening with a languid finger. My eyes slowly drifted shut.

Then came a small, sleepy voice from the bed. “Mom?”

I looked, only to see my sleepy-faced angel smiling at me. The sheet had slipped down just far enough to expose her rosy nipples, and I found myself longing to lick them.

Seating myself next to her, I smoothed her golden hair. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry I woke you up. Go back to sleep, it’s still early.”

She lifted her head, eyes glowing with mischief. “Don’t wanna sleep anymore, Mom. Take off your robe and come play with me.”

So I let my robe drop to the floor, lifted the sheet and slipped into bed, reaching for my equally unclothed daughter. “Ohhh, Mom…” she whispered, wrapping her arms around me. Then I felt her hand find mine and drag it down, tucking it between her legs.

I felt warmth, wetness. “Nice,” I said.

“Thanks, Mom,” Vanessa murmured. “Thank you for — for being with me like this. Makin’ love to me.” Her lips brushed my neck, soft as a butterfly’s wings, then she added, “I been wanting you to, Mom — really, I have!”

That got me thinking, made me curious. “When did you start thinking about me that way, hon?”

She settled into my arms. “Oh… first, I kinda figured out how I, um, liked girls more than boys. I guess it was about a year ago. Uh, I sorta got a crush on one of my teachers. Ms. Sutter, ‘member her? Teaches history.”

I did remember Veronica Sutter — met her during Open House Night at the middle school, where I’d felt a definite prickle of attraction of my own for the shapely brunette. “You liked her, eh?” I teasingly said. “Gotta give you credit, kiddo — you’ve got great taste in women for an eleven-year-old.”

She snickered. “Course I have good taste! I love you, don’t I?”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, daughter mine… so, did you ever give her an idea of how you felt?”

“No!” Nessa exclaimed. “I woulda been way too scared to do anything like that. Anyway, I was startin’ to notice other sexy ladies who I wanted to kiss. Like, um…” She hesitated, then came out with it. “Well, one of ‘em was Aunt Erica.”

Oh, my God! Erica wasn’t really a relative — just one of my best friends, close enough to our family that Vanessa always referred to her as “Aunt Erica.” She was a voluptuous bottle-blonde with a sunny smile, a Florida drawl and a generous rack that had men bumping into walls. And my little girl had lusted after her!

Oblivious of my surprise, Nessa continued. “And there’s Mrs. Howland down the street… she looks really hot when she goes jogging in shorts. Oh, and the lady who was in that English Patient movie, um, Julia Binotch…?”

“Juliette Binoche,” I told her. “You liked her, too?” Very impressive, I thought.

“Yeah!” she exclaimed, nodding eagerly. “She was, umm… well, she was the first person I ever thought about when I touched myself, y’know, down there…”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s okay to say ‘masturbated’, hon.” Blushing hotly, Nessa buried her face in my breasts. “You aren’t attracted to girls your own age, then?”

“Oh, they’re okay, I guess… but not nearly as much as, uh, more grown-up ladies. That’s who I like!”

I pressed a kiss into the fragrant softness of my daughter’s hair. “Okay, but… when did you start feeling that way about me?”

Nessa’s little hand, resting idly on my ribcage, moved up to cup my breast. I felt the nipple stiffen against her palm. “You know when it was? That first time Lisa came over. When you wore that new bathing suit.”

My heart seemed to skip a beat. “So… you saw me in that suit and it — it turned you on?”

“Yeah, Mom,” Vanessa softly said, the warmth of her words caressing my skin. “It sure did.”

I mused on the irony of it all. That incredibly sexy bikini, the one “Aunt” Erica bought for me to attract a new boyfriend, not knowing that I’d more or less given up on men. The bathing suit I’d finally put on for the first time to impress Lisa, just before I’d come to understand my true feelings for her. That very same suit had caused my own daughter to feel sexual desire for me.

Such a tangled web we weave, I marveled.

Nessa continued. “Seeing you, it was like, wow, my mom is way sexy! And then, I dunno, I just thought about you the same as I did those other ladies I wanted to do stuff with.” Nessa paused, mulled her words. “I knew it was weird to feel that way, but I still did.” She lifted her head, looking at me. “Y’know how I went inside not much long after that, so it was just you and Lisa still in the pool…?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, I went up to my room, lay down and… I played with my p-pussy, thinkin’ about you.”

It was an image that seared itself into my consciousness. Imagine — just minutes before I spied on Lisa as she fondled herself in front of my mirror, Vanessa had been doing the same thing, lost all the while lost in fantasies of me.

By then, I was caressing my daughter all over, touching as much of her body as I could reach.

“After that… well, I was kinda in love with you, Mom. I couldn’t stop wanting us to — to be girlfriends!”

“I — I felt the same way, Nessa,” I confessed.

“You did, huh?” she sighed blissfully, rolling my nipple between her fingers.

“Yeah. It took me awhile to figure that out, though. That was a real struggle for me — moms aren’t supposed to feel that way about their daughters, after all.”

I felt her shrug against me. “Guess not… but I sure don’t think it’s bad, us bein’ in love.”

“Me neither, hon… but at the time, it was a lot for me to handle. Plus, I was dealing with… well, crushing on Lisa. I really wanted her, quite a lot. But then I started noticing you, and it got me mixed up inside.”

Nessa lifted her head to look at me, her eyes dancing with excitement. “Now it’s your turn, Mom. Tell me ‘bout you and Lisa — everything! How’d you know you liked her? When did you guys kiss first? Did she–”

“Slow down, girl!” I said, raising a hand in mock protest. “I’ll tell you all of it, promise.”

“Good,” she murmured. “I been wondering what happened with you and her.” With that, Vanessa rested her cheek on my breast, settling in for what promised to be a good story.

Oh, my, was it ever.

I left nothing out, starting with that first visit from Lisa… and the fascination that she awakened in me, the interest that quickly built into full-blown arousal, then from there into raw lust.

I described how I’d spied on Lisa as she masturbated in my room, then that beautiful Fourth of July when I fondled her to orgasm, accompanied by the soundtrack of exploding fireworks. That brought me to just two days before, where Lisa had exposed herself to me at the barbecue… and I’d flashed her myself later that night while Nessa was in the next room.

My daughter’s eyes widened in amazement as I described what had been going on under her nose at their sleepover, like the way I’d fingered Lisa’s pussy beneath the blanket while Vanessa had been tickling her feet. “I thought she was acting way too crazy. Nobody’s that ticklish!” Nessa declared triumphantly.

I even told her about how I’d licked Lisa’s anus while Vanessa was out of the room, off getting the lotion for me after I’d spanked her little friend. She shook her head in disbelief, mumbling, “That’s so awesome.”

Finally, there was the lovemaking that Lisa and I had enjoyed when she crept into my bed later that night. I regaled Nessa with every detail. By then, she and I were getting restless, our bodies pulsing with arousal.

Once my story had arrived to the point where my daughter came to my room, looking for a missing Lisa, Nessa raised herself into a sitting position, straddling my pelvis, her sex wet and hot against my skin.

“Let’s m-make love, Mom,” she said. “I need it so bad — oooohh, my pussy’s on fire!”

Lowering herself on top of me, she crushed her mouth to mine in an ardent kiss that made me dizzy with lust. I twined both arms around my daughter, hugging her tightly, then reached down to cup that pert little ass. Our tongues mingled deliciously, darting from mouth to mouth.

Nessa’s hands found my breasts, then she began to feel me up like the horny preteen she was. As for me, I slipped a finger between her buttocks and teased my child’s rosebud, then delved down deeper, seeking the treasure of her bare slit. I stroked the moist opening a time or two, then hooked my index finger inside her in a single smooth thrust.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Oh, Mom…”

“You like that, hon?”

“Mmmmm yeah, totally.”

I worked my finger around a bit, massaging the walls of my daughter’s vagina. She was making these cute little contented sounds as I explored the inner world of Vanessa, thinking about how I wanted to make her come this time. But before I got very far, she raised her head. “Mom?”

My probing finger paused in mid-twirl.

“Hmm?”

“Is this what it feels like when a man’s… um, thing is inside you?”

“His cock, honey. You can say it.”

“His… cock. Does it feel like this?” She gave my submerged finger a squeeze.

I patted her back. “Mmm, not exactly. Cocks are wider than a finger, and they go in deeper. It’s a… fuller feeling, I guess I’d say. Also, your bodies are lined up differently when you fuck.”

”I guess… does it feel good?”

“It feels wonderful, sweetie. Just… I don’t know, it’s like I’m just taking the whole of my lover inside me, if that makes sense.”

“But you don’t do sex with men anymore. Right?”

I pondered the notion, then shook my head. “Not really, hon. The cocks are okay — it’s the rest of men that I don’t have much use for these days. I like them fine as friends, just not as lovers. Besides,” I gave her butt a playful squeeze with my free hand, “what on earth do I need a boyfriend for when I have you — and Lisa?” My lips grazed Vanessa’s ear as I whispered, “You’re a better lover than any man I’ve ever had.”

With that, Nessa hugged me tightly, so hard it almost hurt. She whispered fiercely, “Ohhh, Mom…” and kissed my bare breast. Then she looked up at me. There were tears in her eyes.

“What?” I took her face in my hands and leaned in to kiss her pouting mouth. “What’s the matter?”

She shook her head. “Nothing, Mom. I’m just…” she kissed my hand, and leaned her cheek into it, “I just love you so so much, I want to…” she looked at me again, then down. “Ohh, never mind, it’s silly.”

“Oh hon, I’m sure–”

“Really. It’s way dumb.”

“Vanessa.” Placing two fingers beneath her chin, I tilted my daughter’s face up so I could meet her eyes. “Whatever’s on your mind, hon — if it means something to you, it can’t be silly. Tell me.”

She made a face. “Well… I just wish that I could feel you inside me like that, and, and… I’d love for you to fill me up, and make me be all yours for ever an’ ever…”

I felt myself borne up on a warm wave of purest love. Had any mother ever known devotion like this from her child? After all the lovemaking Nessa and I had shared, she longed to give me even more of herself.

I had to at least give my daughter a chance at the experience she craved.

Enfolding her in my arms, I gave my dear daughter a brief but passionate kiss. “Wait here, my love. I’ve got something to show you.” Gently extricating myself from her embrace, I rose from our bed and padded to the walk-in closet, where I knelt before a small wicker chest next to my shoe rack and dug around inside, soon finding what I wanted.

When I emerged, I switched on the light so Vanessa could see what I had. I placed the object on the bed before her, smiling as she studied it in wide-eyed wonder: my strap-on cock, a toy I sometimes used with my female lovers.

It came with attachments of various sizes… in this case, I’d fitted it with the smallest one, a thin six-inch beauty that was mainly intended for anal penetration. In my case, however, it ought to do very nicely for a young girl’s first fuck.

As she handled the sex toy, Vanessa’s face lit up with a delightful mixture of joy and resolve as its purpose became clearer. “So, Mom, you… you wear this? And you use it to…”

“That’s right, hon. It’s a cock that women can use on another woman… or a girl,” I added with the arch of an eyebrow. “So… what do you say? Is this what you had in mind? Do you want me to fuck you, sweetie?”

My daughter slowly nodded. “Geez, I was just kinda… y’know, thinkin’ about how I wanted to be with you like that, but — wow!” I could see my aroused little girl come to understand exactly what I was offering her. She nodded again, more vigorously this time. “Yeah…” she looked up at me, her face flushed. “Yeah, Mom, I do. I wanna do it.”

Transfixing her with a look, I said, “What do you want to do, Nessa? You have to say it.”

She moistened her lips, then whispered, “I want you to… f-fuck me.”

I knelt before her, placed a hand on her shoulder. “Are you sure about this, honey? I promise to be gentle, but you might still be pretty sore afterwards.”

“Don’t care,” my daughter replied, a determined set to her jaw that I knew all too well. “I want you to, Mom. Really and truly.”

“Okay, then.” I bent to kiss that precious little mouth, then picked up the strap-on and began to buckle it around my waist.

“Wait, wait,” Nessa protested. I paused, looked at her. She grinned at me, her eyes bright. “I wanna make you feel good first!”

I gave her my most coquettish look. “And what, pray tell, did you have in mind, sweet one?”

She blushed so delightfully then! “I want to… to lick you,” she said, then giggled, covering her face.

Mmmm, yes. “Oh, I think I can allow that,” I replied, lying down on the bed and parting my legs. As Nessa knelt between them, I grabbed the backs of my thighs and pulled them up to my chest, leaving myself as open as I could be for my sweet daughter.

I watched, enthralled, at the sight of Vanessa lowering her face to my throbbing cunt, then moaned as she began teasing me with her mouth, barely brushing my pussy with tender kisses. Her loving attentions were divine, yet utterly maddening at the same time. Could she have already learned how to tease a lover?

Then I felt the very tip of her tongue flicking at my labia… God almighty, I was dripping! Nessa kept up this heavenly torture until I thought I might scream — then she plunged her face into my bush and began licking me with everything she had.

I cried out loud, gripping my legs harder as my darling child loved me with her mouth. Jolts of pleasure spat and sizzled through my body, a fire that couldn’t be contained. I quivered helplessly as my much-needed release approached.

But Nessa must have sensed that I was just about to come, because she abruptly stopped licking me. I groaned — so close, so fucking close! — and stared at her piteously. She flashed me an angelic smile, her hands on my buttocks, then spread them apart, dipping down to lick at the crack of my ass.

Oh, my, how I love having my asshole licked — and Vanessa was doing a marvelous job of it. Then I felt her fingers touching my clit. Oh God oh God OH GOD…

The room spun as I screamed out loud, flashes of ecstasy exploding through me like roman candles gone insane. My head was pounding, my fingernails digging into the backs of my thighs, every breath I drew a tongue of fire.

Nessa didn’t let up for a second, either — licking my rosebud, her fingers toying with my clit until I let go of my legs and pushed her away, crying, “No — n-no more… please!”

I lay there trembling for a long moment, Vanessa’s face resting on my thigh. I gave her a clumsy pat on the shoulder, and she seized my hand, bringing it to her lips to kiss.

Once I’d caught my breath, I reached down for her, pulling that wicked imp up and into my arms. I kissed her, savoring the taste of my pussy and ass on my daughter’s lips. We lay together quietly for a bit.

Then Nessa’s nose was touching mine, and she demanded, “So — ya wanna fuck me now, Mom…?”

“Of course, hon.” I sat up, shaking my head to clear the fog away, then shakily got to my feet, pausing to pick up the strap-on cock from the carpet where it had fallen. Stepping into the harness, I quickly fastened the straps, then studied myself in the mirror. Pretty fucking hot, I decided.

Opening the nightstand drawer, I fished out my trusty tube of Astroglide, squirted some into my palm and lubricated the cock from stem to stern. “What’s that for, Mom?” asked Nessa.

I turned towards the bed. “Making this slippery, so it goes in nice and smooth. You aren’t an adult yet, so you’re still pretty tight down there.” Wiping both hands on my thighs, I knelt on the bed. “Get ready, lover.”

Giggling with delight, Nessa lay back and opened her legs. Her pussy glistened like a freshly-cut peach. Not a whole lot of foreplay needed here, it seemed. Still, I bent down and licked her slit one time, just for fun — and to fill my mouth with the tart, luscious taste of her.

I gazed lovingly at my open, submissive daughter, ready and eager for her first fuck. “I’m going to go into you now. You’re sure you want this, right?”

She smiled. “Yeah, I do. Put it all the way in, Mom.”

Something about the way she said that made me tingle all over… okay, I was definitely ready for this.

I brushed the tip of the cock against my daughter’s moist opening, gradually working an inch or two of it into her. Then I went a little deeper.

“OhhhHHH…!” she moaned, as if the wind had been forced out of her.

“Hon? Are you okay?”

“Wait just… a second.” she panted, bracing herself, hands balled into fists. Finally she nodded. “Okay. K-keep going!”

I pushed again, going so, so slowly, gradually sliding the length of the thing into Vanessa’s vagina. And then I was all the way in, up to the hilt. Her eyes were like saucers, her breath escaping in tiny gasps as she stared at the ceiling. “OooohhhhYEAH,” she groaned. “Feel sssso full, j-just like you said…”

Nessa’s voice rose into a choked cry as I shifted into reverse, withdrawing from her cunt until only the tip remained inside. Then I placed my hands on her hips and carefully eased myself back into her.

“Oh!” she cried, wincing as our bellies touched again. “Oh, oh God, Mom!”

I stopped, uncertain of whether to continue. “Does it hurt, baby?”

“Uhhhh… a little, b-but it feels good, too. Don’t — don’t stop, just keep goin’ real slow!”

Back and forth I moved, sliding the latex prick into and out of my daughter’s juicy channel at a positively glacial tempo, feeling her gradually open up to me.

“Yeah,” she breathed, “oh wow, Mom, it’s g-getting even better — yeah, it totally is. I… I think you maybe c-can go a little faster…?”

I began to pick up the pace — going in and out a little more briskly, pushing myself a little deeper. By this time, Vanessa’s body was starting to pump along with mine.

Soon we were fucking for real, my daughter and me, moving together in a mutual rhythm as if we’d planned it that way. Mind you, I was still exercising caution, working hard to keep my strokes steady and even. The last thing I wanted was to hurt my little girl in the act of making love.

Nessa was anything but hurting right then. In fact, she was delirious with pleasure, words spilling from her mouth with each pump of our bodies. “Mmm, ohhHHhh, Mom, you, you’re in me so deep, oh, I f-feel sooo full up, mmmm yeah fuck me s-so nice, so good Mom, I love you, oohHHHHHhhh…!”

Then Vanessa began to come.

She was a sight, too — her face a variety show of expressions shifting from hunger, to joy, to befuddlement, to unalloyed rapture. I moved in as she shuddered and shook against me, and claimed her open mouth in a deep probing kiss as I probed her juicy depths. She responded with a passion that rocked me to the core, sucking almost desperately at my tongue. Nessa’s legs were wrapped around my waist, her hips tilted back to take me inside, her little hands clutching my back.

Finally, finally… my daughter and I lie together, bathed in sweat, the room filled with the heat and aroma of our love.

After a long, contented silence, Vanessa cupped my face in her hands and solemnly said, “I wanna be with you like this for always, Mom. Always.” And she kissed me.

Continue on to Chapter 10

Loving Lisa, Chapter 8

  • Posted on February 9, 2017 at 3:02 pm

By JetBoy

I awoke to the sound of birds twittering and two little sleepyheads nestled against me; a red-haired one on my shoulder, a golden-haired one against my breast. Lisa’s arm lay across my tummy, while my darling Nessa’s hand rested between my legs. I could feel her pulse against the rise of my vulva.

So it hadn’t been a dream…

“Girls,” I whispered gently, stroking their bare backs as Lisa stirred, her hand brushing my belly, “it’s time to get up.”

A blinking Lisa lifted her head, took a bleary-eyed look around, smiled, then lay back on my shoulder, her eyes drifting shut. I felt her yawn against me as her hand slid up the blanket to lazily cup my right breast. Ohhh, no, not now, little one… well, perhaps I could be tempted.

Taking her hand, I pressed it to my lips. “Oh, Lisa…” Her eyes flickered open again, and she gazed at me in perfect adoration. I felt myself melt inside as I guided her face to mine, our mouths coming together in a kiss.

It was sweet and tender at first, but soon her tongue emerged, seeking mine. Letting my passion seize the moment, I kissed my young lover ferociously, sliding a hand down Lisa’s back to grope her pert little butt. Finally we broke apart, and I placed a tender peck on the tip of her adorable nose.

I felt Vanessa’s hand stir in my lap, uncurling like a waking kitten. Realizing where it was, that hand slipped between my thighs, and I felt fingers brushing my warm, sticky sex. I moaned, then my daughter lifted her head, turning to smile at me.

I smiled back, raising my hips to her touch. “Well, good morning, precious.”

She smiled sheepishly, her cheeks flushing a rosy pink. “G’mornin’, Mom.”

I leaned in and kissed her, pausing to lick at her lower lip, then glanced back at Lisa.

“Girls…” I began, spreading my arms out to them both. They shuffled themselves into my embrace, one on each side. I saw Lisa take Vanessa’s hand in hers, their fingers intertwining.

“My beautiful, beautiful girls, last night was… a dream come true for me. It was…” and I felt tears welling up, “just like heaven. A little piece of heaven, fallen from the sky and into my hands.”

As if on cue, both my darlings raised their heads to kiss my neck — warm, tender kisses.

“I know we aren’t supposed to be doing these things,” I continued, “but I don’t care — and I can’t give this up. Because I… I’ve fallen in love with both of you.”

And my new lovers whispered sweet endearments to me. We shared gentle kisses and cuddles, content, for the moment, just to lie in each other’s arms.

But of course, our passions flared up soon enough — and before long we three were making love all over again.

Vanessa nuzzled her way down until she lay between my legs, her adoring eyes gazing into mine as she lowered her face to my cunt — pressing her lips into the juicy flesh, then licking at it.

Lisa watched along with me, thrilled by the sight of Nessa going down on her own mother. “So, so sexy!” she exclaimed, then turned to me. Our mouths came together, and I eagerly sucked at her tongue as our kiss quickly grew heated.

Breaking away, I gasped, “I — I want your pussy, Lisa. Climb on my face… let me lick you.”

With a saucy grin, Lisa got up on her knees and mounted my face, feeding me her cunt while my daughter sucked my clitoris like a tiny nipple — a little too roughly, but she was doing quite nicely for her first try at giving oral.

I’ll make an expert out of her, I told myself — and the idea of teaching Nessa how to be a skilled lesbian lover was enough to make me come right then.

Somehow I managed to get Lisa off in the whirlwind of my own orgasm, and she came hard in my face, her luscious nectar coating my mouth and chin. Then the three of us drew together in a shared kiss, swapping our flavors around.

We rested briefly, then I got to see Nessa and Lisa fuck. It was an incredible experience, watching my daughter and her best friend shyly explore one another’s bodies with gentle kisses and caresses, then grow wild and passionate, moving into a sixty-nine position and licking each other to a frenzied mutual climax. My, what a wonderful way to spend the morning!

Alas, all good things come to an end. I had to get Lisa home before 1 PM, as her parents were taking her to visit her grandmother. We climbed out of bed, padded down to the master bathroom and showered together. Needless to say, that was a delightful experience for all — soaping and washing every inch of each other’s bodies, pausing now and then for long, loving kisses.

Finally, once we’d managed to get dressed, I drove Lisa to her home, Nessa riding along. As her mother was waving at us from the porch, we could hardly kiss Lisa goodbye, but I squeezed her thigh before she opened the car door and whispered, “Goodbye, lover. See you again, very soon.”

Nessa exclaimed, “Yeah!” giving Lisa’s ass a playful pat. As our little angel stepped indoors, she turned to blow us a kiss before the door swung shut.

The car idling, I turned to my daughter. “Where to now, hon? Back home?”

She shook her head. “I wanna go somewhere special, Mom, and spend time together… just you and me.” Taking my hand, she brought it to her lips, then whispered, “I love you.”

I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss that lovely mouth so badly that it made me hurt inside. Instead, I gave her hand a tender squeeze. “I love you too, Nessie.”

We gazed at one another for a long, sweet moment, enormous smiles on our faces. Then Nessa started to giggle — and suddenly I was laughing, too.

“Wow, Mom,” she said, still grinning hugely, “bein’ in love… it’s different from how I thought it was gonna be. I mean, it’s awesome, yeah — but it feels kinda silly, too!”

“Love is a lot of things, hon,” I replied, patting her thigh, “and that’s just one of them.” Shaking my head to clear away the pixie dust, I put the car into gear. “Now come on, daughter mine — let’s go have fun!”

“Whoo-hoo!” she cheered.

Vanessa and I spent the day together at the zoo, the botanical garden, the museum — you know, the kind of special things mothers and daughters do together, all the while sharing special smiles and loving glances that underlined how our relationship had changed forever, and in such a beautiful way. Vanessa and I were now lovers, and I’d never been happier in my life.

When dusk fell, we picked up a sumptuous Chinese dinner to take home.

We dined that evening by candlelight. Few words were necessary; I could read volumes in my daughter’s eyes. Finally, we both pushed our plates away.

Vanessa rose, moved closer, took my face in her warm hands and kissed me.

My arms slipped around my delightful daughter, guiding her into my lap as my mouth opened to her kiss. Mmmm, so loving and tender.

Nessa slipped out of my embrace and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the stairs. Laughing gleefully, we stumbled upstairs and into my bedroom.

Slowly, tantalizingly, we undressed each other, a piece of clothing at a time. Finally naked, we stood face to face, holding hands. I marvelled at the radiant beauty of Nessa’s bare body as she gazed adoringly at me, her face shining like the sun.

“You’re so beautiful, Mom,” she said softly, “and I’m so in love with you.”

I squeezed Nessa’s hands. “Oh, my precious…” I pulled her to me for a warm, loving kiss, then we slipped into bed. I propped myself against the headboard and had Nessa sit between my legs, resting back against me, my arms wrapped tightly around her.

Vanessa sat snuggled in my lap, her cheek resting against my breast while I caressed her arms, trailing my fingers up and down, down and up.

“Mom?”

“What is it, honey?”

“Oh, I’m just…” and she shivered from my touch, “I’m so, so, so happy!” she whispered fiercely, twisting about to scatter small, fleeting kisses over my breasts. “I wanna be like this with you always, always!” She lifted her face to mine. “I wish you and me could… could get married, Mom. If you wanted, I’d totally be your wife.”

Such a wonderful idea, one that touched me deep inside. “Sweet Nessa…” I kissed her forehead, then took my child’s face in my hands and held it gently, looking deep into her eyes. “I love you so much, my sweet, sweet girl.” I shook my head in disbelief, feeling positively intoxicated with love. “Oh my God, you are so adorable, so perfect. What a wonderful wife you would be…”

I kissed her impossibly soft mouth. Vanessa’s lips parted, welcoming my kiss. Our tongues met, entwined, and began to play. She sighed, her thighs opening wider, pressing herself into me.

My hands roamed all over her body, coming to rest on the soft globes of Vanessa’s bottom. I fondled and stroked her luscious ass, my daughter excitedly squirming against me.

Nessa moaned into my mouth as my hand slid between her lewdly spread legs, exploring her wet slit with a finger, giving it long, gentle strokes.

She leaned back against me, her head on my shoulder, nuzzling my ear.

“Put it inside me, Mom…” she breathed. Her lips sought out mine.

I matched her passion, thrusting my tongue deep into Nessa’s mouth as I slipped a finger into her pussy, feeling the juicy heat inside.

As we kissed, Vanessa began to hum tunelessly, a catlike purr of contentment as my probing finger sank deeper into her, right up to the third knuckle. Our kiss grew in urgency, Vanessa’s hums built into helpless moans, and she began to thrust herself against my hand as I worked my finger ever deeper, penetrating the womanly core of my daughter.

Tearing her mouth from mine, Vanessa threw her head back and cried out, lost in the moment’s pleasure. I crooned reassuringly and kissed her neck, shoulder, wherever my lips could reach — all the while plunging my finger in and out, in and out of her slippery channel, my girl squirming and wriggling against me.

I felt Nessa’s movements become more active, more in rhythm with the fucking I was giving her. My hand was dripping with her essence — and my daughter, panting, was trembling from head to toe.

Her lips parted, and she began to speak. “Mmmom? I’m… ohhHHHhh, oh my God, I think I’m… oh, Mom, I’m g-gonna… ohhHHHHHH! Oh, yes, oh Mommy!!”

I held Vanessa to me with one arm, fingering her hard and deep, mesmerized by my baby’s face as she came. She cried and screamed and wept against me, still driving herself onto my pumping hand.

Her cry rose to a brief shriek, her body went rigid — then she went limp and slumped sideways, completely overcome.

I lay Nessa down next to me, gently blotting the tears from her face with a corner of the sheet, bending to place a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Peering up at me with sleepy eyes, she mumbled, “Llllove you, Mom…” They drifted shut.

“I love you too, honey,” I whispered, but my little angel was already fast asleep, her breathing steady and even.

I sat quietly, still resting against the headboard, content just to drink in the sight of the naked, sweat-damp body of my daughter.

The need for release still smoldered deep inside me, though… so as Nessa lay in her peaceful slumber, I fingered my throbbing cunt until I’d come twice, watching her the whole time.

Finally spent, I licked my wet fingers, then pulled the sheet over our bodies, switched off the light and cuddled close to my child, loving her with all my heart.

Continue on to Chapter 9

Loving Lisa, Chapter 7

  • Posted on February 3, 2017 at 3:03 pm

By JetBoy

A single word abruptly wrenched me from my slumber.

“Mom?”

My eyes flew open, and I saw a small silhouetted form in the doorway. Vanessa. Oh, no.

I fought to conceal my jangling nerves, to seem convincingly drowsy. “What, honey?”

“I — I can’t find Lisa. I thought maybe she was in the bathroom, but she’s not.”

Stay calm. Oh, God, this whole room must reek of sex. “C’mere, sweetie.” My daughter drew close to the bed, the gold of her hair shimmering in the moonlight. “Lisa’s here with me.”

A pause. Vanessa peered at the barely-lit shape of the girl’s head, resting on the pillow next to mine. “Um, is she okay?”

I took a calming breath. It appeared that I’d just dodged a bullet — Nessa was blissfully ignorant of what I’d been up to with her little friend. Still, I needed a good reason for Lisa being in bed with me…

I grasped at straws, managed to snatch one. “Oh, she came in a little while ago and said her bottom was still sore. I put some more lotion on it, and she just…” I glanced back over my shoulder at the dozing girl, “just fell asleep.”

“Mmm. Okay.” Another pause.

Then I understood what she really wanted, but was too embarrassed to ask for. “Nessa? You want to lie here with me for awhile?”

She gave me a pleased smile. “Can I?”

“Sure.” I lifted the covers to the side of me. “Here you go, honey — come on in.”

And Vanessa crept into bed beside me. I reached for her, and she snuggled into my arms. I felt her warm breath on my shoulder.

“You haven’t gotten in bed with me in ages, kiddo,” I said, patting her back. “Did you have a bad dream?”

“No. no… I dunno, I just kinda feel like — like bein’ close to you right now.”

I smiled. So precious. “That’s more than fine with me. I know you’re a big girl — almost a grown-up, huh?”

ALmost,” she said. “I’m gettin’ there!”

“Be that as it may, you’re still always welcome to come sleep with me if you want to — or need to. Don’t ever get so grown up that you’re too old for Mom time… okay?”

“Okay. Thanks.” She gave my shoulder a kiss.

We lay quietly for a bit, then she lifted her head. “Mom?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you naked?”

“Uh-huh,” I replied, trying to take a casual tone. “That’s how I usually sleep, at least until the nights get cold.”

“Mmmm.” She laid her head down. “You feel nice.”

Another long silence. Then her little voice against my neck: “Um, Mom?”

“What is it, honey?”

“Umm… I had gymnastics yesterday.”

“I know. Ms. Perkins tells me you’re one of her best students.”

“Uh-huh.” Pause. “Well, we did splits.”

“Mmm, those are tough.”

“Yeah, I know. And, umm… I’m still pretty sore, too.”

“Are you?” What’s she getting at? I wondered.

“Yeah,” I felt her body shift slightly. “Thing is, my… my bottom, it’s really sore.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Well, I was kinda wondering — um, could you maybe rub me there, like, the same way we did for Lisa…?”

My heart went from idle to sixty in a matter of seconds. “You — you want me to give you a massage? Rub your bottom for you?”

I felt her nod. “Uh-huh. Could you, please?”

Oh, my little Nessa. Right then, I had a vision of that time I’d spied on my daughter as she danced naked. That luscious bare bottom, shaking to music I couldn’t hear. And I felt my cunt flowing all over again.

Could I do this, after the thoughts I’d been having about my daughter? After Lisa and I had become lovers for real?

I didn’t know how I could refuse. The very idea of saying no seemed impossible, even ridiculous.

“Sure, hon,” I kissed her head, then sat up. “Let’s… let’s get you ready here. Want to take off your top for me?”

She sat up and pulled the extra-large t-shirt — which Nessa preferred to girly nightgowns — over her head.

I glanced back at Lisa — she was still snoozing peacefully. “Let’s try not to wake Lisa up.”

“You don’t gotta worry ‘bout that,” Vanessa snickered. “Once Lisa’s asleep, nothin’ bugs her. You can turn on the light, play the radio, anything!”

“Really? Well, then, let’s… have a little light, okay?” I reached over and clicked the bedside lamp on to its lowest setting, which was still enough to give me what I wanted — a good view of my half-naked daughter.

There she sat, waiting patiently with a bunched-up t-shirt in her lap, gazing at me with eyes that seemed to hold some small awareness of an awakening desire — or was that all in my mind? At that moment, anything seemed possible.

Nessa’s tiny nipples stood, pink and erect. And her attention had been captured by my own breasts, the tips of them visibly swollen as well.

I glanced down. “My nipples are happy, looks like.” Our eyes met, and we exchanged amused smiles.

Titling her head Vanessa studied her own chest. “Mine are too… I think.”

The impulse I felt was too powerful to deny. I reached out and touched a finger to Vanessa’s nipple, trying to make it seem playful. “Yes, they are. You’ve got adorable little breasts, honey.”

She made a face. “Yeah, little is right.”

I lightly trailed the tips of my fingers over her nipples, then let my hand fall. Careful, I told myself. “Oh, Nessa, you’re growing up exactly like you should. I was built just the same when I was your age.”

“Really? ‘Cause your boobs are so big and… and beautiful now.” She blushed, kneading the bunched-up t-shirt in her lap.

I felt my own cheeks getting a little warm. “Awww, thank you, sweetie.”

She thrust her chest out a bit. “It felt really good when you touched my, um, nipples like that, Mom…”

“Mmmm, I’ll bet it did.” Reaching out, I began to caress her again.

Her eyes drifted shut for a few heartbeats. Then she opened them and looked at my breasts again, her mouth slightly open, then raised her eyes to mine and whispered, “Mom? C-can I…?”

My heart was throbbing so hard it seemed ready to explode. I could read it clear as day in Nessa’s longing gaze, and knew what she wanted from me.

“Yes, honeybunch. You can.”

Vanessa hesitantly reached out to brush a nipple, and it rose visibly. “Wow… it feels like it’s alive!”

I laughed. “It is… and I think it likes you.” Vanessa giggled, covering her mouth with her free hand. “Go ahead and squeeze it, that feels nice too.”

She did, and I felt a tremor run right through me, right down to my toes. Then Vanessa brought her other hand up to grasp the other nipple. And as I stared down at my daughter’s hands, they slowly opened like flowers, her fingers spreading out to cup my breasts.

Oh, my God. It was such a perfect, once-in-a-lifetime moment that I felt like crying when Nessa began to fondle me, her face a portrait of wide-eyed awe.

“Does this feel nice, Mom?” she whispered — cheeks flushed, her breathing quickened with excitement.

“Uh-huh, that’s… it’s so wonderful, honey…” I gazed at my diligent, loving child, and leaned in to kiss her. Nessa’s eyes drifted shut as I pressed my lips to hers, our mouths brushing together just a second or two longer than mother and daughter kisses usually did.

NO. Take a deep breath, damn it — get a grip on yourself!

The temptation was there to give into my madness, to let my tongue slip between Vanessa’s parted lips, to take my daughter right then and there. I still possessed a measure of self control, barely enough to stop me from giving in and kissing my daughter like a lover.

But I wanted to. Merciful heavens, how desperately I wanted to!

Somehow I managed to pull away, “Mmm, okay, sweetie,” I said, gently plucking her hands from my chest, “that’s enough for now.” She was obviously disappointed by my stopping her fun, but I couldn’t let myself weaken. Not yet, anyhow, my perverted mind added.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “So, hon — if I’m going to massage your bottom, let’s get that done. It’s late, we should both be asleep.”

She went from glum to elated in a heartbeat. “Cool!”

I patted the bed next to Lisa, who was still dead to the world. “Lay down on your tummy here.” She did so, her little panty-clad bottom flexing in anticipation.

“Actually,” and my voice shook just slightly, “p-perhaps we should take off your underpants first?”

“Okay. Umm… can you take ‘em off for me?” She twitched her butt to and fro in a most enticing way.

With my heart pounding explosively, I hooked a finger on each side of the waistband. “Lift up.”

She raised her hips, and I slid the cotton undies down her legs and off. Oh, my, such a beautifully formed, baby-smooth bottom! She had very light tan lines, and there was a tiny line along the bottom of each soft buttock where her panties had held.

I hadn’t seen my girl’s ass since witnessing her little naked bedroom dance. But honestly, I’d never seen Vanessa’s butt, really seen it, ever. Not like this — up close and intimate, through the eyes of a lesbian.

I reached over her to retrieve a tube of lotion from my bedside drawer — not as sweet-smelling as the stuff we’d used on Lisa, but it would do quite nicely. Squeezing a dollop into my palm, I briskly rubbed my hands together. “Gotta warm this up,” I murmured. “Don’t want that pretty butt of yours getting cold.”

Vanessa giggled, her pale buttocks contracting just a bit.

Trying to keep my hands from shaking, I gently placed them on my daughter’s bottom, one on each cheek. It felt exactly like I’d expected, but still, the softness thrilled me to the liquid core. “Is that okay?”

“Mmm-hmm…” came her voice, somewhat muffled by the pillow.

I began moving my fingers in long, slow circles. Outward to her hips, down her sides, then thumbs taking a path back up her crack — without slipping inside, though — and around again.

“Ohhhh, that feels sooo goooood…” the little voice murmured.

Despite my nervousness, I had to smile, pleased that Nessa liked what I was doing. “It’s supposed to, honey. You tell me if anything else hurts, so I can work on that too.”

“Sure,” she sighed happily.

We fell silent for a moment, and the only sound in the room was the soft glide of my lotioned hands on Vanessa’s skin. At least, until our reverie was interrupted by a small snore from Lisa.

Nessa chuckled. “See what I mean? She’s out cold!”

“Yeah, I suppose… Lisa pretty much fell asleep right after I massaged her bottom again.”

“So, um… was her butt still red?”

“A little.”

A pause. “I prob’ly shouldn’t have done that dare, I guess…”

“Oh, Nessa, it was only in fun. No harm done.” My thumbs were on the upward glide, and her bottom was relaxed enough that her tiny, perfect rosebud was revealed. Mmm, it looked luscious. “She’s just fine, hon. Really.”

“Okay.” A pause. “Uh, Mom?” Her bottom shifted as her legs parted slightly.

“What, honey?”

“I… I’m kinda sore in the middle, too…”

The middle. Oh, my goodness. “You are?”

“Yeah…” she murmured, and her legs opened further, revealing the sweet pink crease of her pussy. She kept her face turned from me, speaking to the pillow. “I dunno, I guess doin’ those dumb splits made me sore there, too.”

“Uh-huh…” Oh God, my daughter was opening herself to me, for me. I felt my cunt throb at the exquisite sight of her smooth slit. “So by ‘in the middle’, sweetheart, you mean… between your legs?”

“Kinda… yeah.”

I continued to stroke her bottom, a silent war going on inside me. Nessa was asking me to touch her pussy, as if it was the most natural thing for a mother to do.

No way in the world to sugarcoat that — if I gave in, I’d be masturbating my daughter.

How could I say yes? How could I say no? After all, it had been her suggestion. But it was incest, damn it, incest with a minor! Then again, Nessa seemed so… so casual about the whole thing, making the act of fondling her sex seem perfectly innocent.

Was it, though? There was certainly nothing innocent about the sex fantasies I’d been having about my little girl. And what about Vanessa — was she really “sore in the middle”? Or was she trying to trick me into touching her in a sexual way? Could my eleven-year-old actually be having those kinds of thoughts about her own mother?

This wild whirl of questions raced through my mind in a matter of seconds, leaving me beyond perplexed. Meanwhile, my daughter was waiting for me to respond.

My lips parted, and the single word fell out as if I’d been programmed to say it.

“Okay.” I paused in my stroking, resting my hand on her rump. “Tell you what, though. Let’s… let’s put a pillow under your hips. It’ll make it easier.”

“Sure!” Vanessa chirped, lifted her pelvis so I could slide my other pillow beneath her. Now her hips were elevated slightly, that beautiful bottom raised up and open.

“That’s better. Now spread your legs apart just a little bit more, hon, so I can see what I’m doing.”

My little gymnast did just that, fully revealing the treasure between her thighs. Now there was no mistaking it — Nessa’s sex was glistening with wetness. She was extremely turned on, that much was certain.

I tried not to dwell on what that meant, forcing my fears and reservations to one side to be dealt with later. Right then, I had a job to do.

“First,” I breathed, “let’s get your legs relaxed, honey.” I slid both hands down to the tops of her slender thighs and began to massage them.

“Ooh, yeah, that’s pretty sore, too…”

“I’m not surprised — you work these a lot when you do splits.” My hands pressed in, gliding along my girl’s upper thighs, easing the tense muscles.

I spent a minute or two loosening Nessa up, because she really was tight down there — her blissful sighs made that obvious. Then, once she began to relax for real, I allowed my thumb to lightly graze her slit.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Oh, that’s… that’s where I really… mmm yes, right there, Mom!”

My cunt was dripping wet, flowing like a leaky faucet. I had one hand rubbing Vanessa’s ass, while the other was cupping her pretty pussy. I ran two fingers up and down the moist, smooth flesh, feeling it grow increasingly juicy to the touch, breathing in deeply to drink in the scent of my daughter‘s excitement. “Is this where it hurts, honey?”

Vanessa’s breath was coming in ragged bursts. “A… a little, yeah. It f-feels, um, kinda weird…”

Give her a chance to end this if she wants to, I told myself. “Should I stop?”

“No, no, Mom!” she cried. “Keep…d-doing that, just like you are… it’s… um, it’s really good.”

Well, that settled that. So I continued to fondle her, my hand growing bolder as I groped Nessa’s bare butt, my fingers tickling her cunt. I’d never thought of using that word to describe her sex — but at that moment, nothing else would do.

I felt Vanessa’s wetness, the warm ooze of her excitement as I masturbated her. She’d started to moan soft and low, almost humming. And I was moaning, too.

All at once, my finger just… slipped in. Right inside my daughter.

We both froze. Vanessa’s sex had been opening up to me gradually, so with one stroke, I’d penetrated her without intending to. I was paralyzed, uncertain of what to do — and then I felt and saw my daughter push herself back against me, trying to take my finger even deeper!

Needing no further encouragement, I sank my finger deeper, more fully inside her vagina. My God, she felt incredible — so hot, so tight, so slippery!

I began to move in and out of her, and Vanessa was now openly fucking herself against me, her buttocks spreading open with each thrust. The sight of her pink star was too tempting to resist — I trailed my index finger down the smooth crack of Nessa’s pumping ass, pressing the tip against her anus. Still lubricated by lotion, it slid into my daughter’s rectum with ease.

Feeling like a goddess of all things sexual, I began a rhythmic penetration of my sweet Nessa’s holes, both fingers moving in opposition — one finger in and one out, then the other way around.

“Mmmmm, ohhh, Mom… ohhhh, it feels so good, so good, mmmMMMMMmmyes…!”

I was drunk on it all — Vanessa’s heat, her ecstatic moans, the rich, thick aroma of her pussy, the sight of my daughter as she rode my fingers like a woman possessed.

Knowing that we’d gone past the point of no return, I leaned down and began kissing Nessa’s bottom, hot open-mouthed kisses that surely made it clear to my daughter that I was no longer giving massage therapy — I was making love to her.

She wailed, “Oh, MOM!” and began thrusting her hips against my face. Overwhelmed with lust, wanting to get even dirtier with her, I pulled my finger out of Nessa’s asshole and began licking her crack.

This put my baby over the edge. She cried out, “OhhHHHHHhh Mom, I c-can’t — oh God, I love you s-so much — oohHHHHhh Mommy, Nnngggghaaahhh!”

My daughter came hard — shuddering, panting, her body seizing up again and again — finally crumpling into the sheets, her body glazed with perspiration, gasping for breath. I carefully extracted my finger from her cunt, bringing it to my lips to taste.

I felt a hand on my shoulder — and turned to see Lisa, still gloriously naked, kneeling next to me. Her eyes were wide and she was grinning with barely contained excitement at the sight of me fucking my daughter.

“Wow…” she breathed into my ear,” “That was so hot!” She reached out to caress Nessa’s bottom.

My dazed daughter raised her head and looked back, her mouth falling open, her eyes widening at the sight of me and her best friend, side by side and completely naked. Lisa winked sexily at Nessa as she began to fondle my breasts. She turned her head to lick at my ear, and I shivered deliciously.

I reached for my daughter’s hand and drew her to me. “I adore you, honey,” I say softly.

“Oh, Mom…” Nessa whispered.

I kissed her. Not like a mother, but as a lover, my tongue gently parting her lips, She was surprised, but got over it right away, her own tongue surging forth to meet mine.

We came together in a passionate clutch, our arms entwining around one another’s bare bodies. I couldn’t believe my good fortune. My darling daughter was in my arms, holding me, kissing me deeply, thrusting her tongue inside my mouth as I caressed her. Then I felt her hands palming my breasts, brushing my nipples, ohhh my goodness!

Then a shift, and I was kissing another sweet sweet mouth, my lover Lisa. Vanessa lowered her face to my breasts and took a nipple into the heat of her mouth, eagerly sucking.

I was tongue-kissing Lisa hotly, holding her close with one arm. Suddenly she pushed me onto my back and, grinning wickedly, climbed between my thighs, her eyes never leaving mine as she lowered her face to my dripping pussy and began to lick me. Oooooohhhhhh, SO wonderful!

I saw Vanessa’s face above mine, giving me a smile of love that almost brought tears to my eyes. Her lips parted as she leaned in close to kiss me passionately. As our mouths feasted hungrily, I felt my daughter’s hand fondling my breasts. Lisa’s mouth and tongue seemed to be everywhere between my legs as she ate my pussy.

Their hands ran all over my body, caressing my bottom, my belly, my legs, my pubes, my slit. Then somehow I was on my back, knees up, Lisa licking my cunt, Nessa kissing me, whispering words of love, stroking my hungry nipples. They were loving me, every inch of my body… and oh, yes, Lisa, suck my clit, it’s so wonderful, oh GOD, OHHH!!

Hold on for dear life, my sweet young lovers, as I bucked and thrashed helplessly, crying out loud as the sky came crashing down and everything went bright white for an instant, then faded to a soothing, cozy black.

I’d never come like that before. Never.

Both my adorable ones were resting in my arms. We kissed and hugged and murmured words of adoration, and I was happy to cuddle them both as we quickly drifted off to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 8

Loving Lisa, Chapter 6

  • Posted on January 28, 2017 at 2:43 pm

By JetBoy

Night. The house was silent. I’d tucked the girls in and kissed them chastely, instructing them not to stay up all night talking. Going back downstairs, I made a half-hearted attempt to straighten up the family room, but quickly chose to leave nearly all of it for the next day.

After that I washed my face, brushed my teeth and went to bed, carefully leaving the door ajar.

I laid there in wishful anticipation, naked except for skimpy silk panties, the smooth sheets cool against my swollen nipples. No touching. Only waiting. In vain, probably, but just in case…

The whole time I’d been hanging out with the girls, I’d toyed with the notion of getting Lisa alone and inviting her to sneak out of Vanessa’s room to pay me a little after-hours visit once my daughter had dozed off — but in the end, I couldn’t. Ever since this dance of seduction had begun between the two of us, I’d been following Lisa’s lead, letting her set the pace of our relationship. That made it more comfortable for me, somehow.

Anyhow, I don’t want her to come to me because I asked her to, I told myself.

Somehow, in spite of everything, I fell asleep.

Wrenched into sudden wakefulness, I squinted at the clock. 1:22 AM. Had there just been a sound, coming from the hall?

I lay there, heart pounding crazily — then a delicious rush of warmth flowed through me from head to toe as Lisa padded into the room, wearing only her panties. She stood there for a moment, illuminated by the moonlight that spilled through my window.

“Hi there,” she said.

I grinned like a perfect fool, brimming with love for this enchanting creature. “Hi, sweetie.”

“Any room in there for me?” she murmured shyly, hands clasped demurely before her, swiveling back and forth with barely contained excitement. Believe me, I knew how she felt.

I sat up, the sheet slipping down to reveal my naked upper half. “I sure do, honey,” I sighed happily. “Come on in,” pushing the sheet aside.

Lisa scrambled onto the bed with me and snuggled close, propping herself up on one elbow to take a good look at my near-nakedness. “Wow,” she murmured, “your boobs… they’re be-YOO-tiful!” She laid her face against them. “So — so soft. An’ warm!”

Every atom of me was pulsing with raw, uninhibited excitement. This sweet cherub, for weeks the object of my affection and lust, was half-naked, in my bed and in my arms. And we had hours of privacy to explore pleasures innumerable…

“Thank you,” I purred. I reached for her hand, placing it on my breast. Her eyes grew wide as my nipple grew firm in the palm of her hand.

“Wow,” she said again. “That feels… so cool!” She began caressing my breasts, utterly enthralled, a child with a wonderful new toy.

As for me, I was a woman on fire, positively aching with the need to make love to this sweet girl — then that ache grew even more acute when she bent down to kiss my throbbing nipple.

I moaned, “Oh, Lisa!”

She raised her face, alarmed. “Was… was that okay?”

I was trembling inside, trying not to let it show. “Yes, Lisa…” I sighed. “It feels wonderful…”

Lisa grinned, then took my other nipple into her warm mouth, sucking it gently.

Slowly I lay back, Lisa nestled in my arms. Had I ever known such happiness? Hard to imagine. For there was my treasure, one bare leg draped over my tummy, sucking at my right breast. The glow in me was so bright, all I could do was lie there and bask in its warmth. Mmmmmmm.

In the moonlight that spilled in through my window, Lisa was a thing of magic — a nymph, a pixie, a water sprite. I began to stroke her lustrous hair, then allowed my hand to explore, sliding down her soft, elegant neck, pausing to caress a shoulder, tracing the ridge of her spine, finally reaching the elastic waistband of her panties.

Lisa slid her right leg further upward, opening herself wide for me. I spread my fingers to cup the incredible softness of her bottom, gliding from cheek to cheek. It moved against my hand; I felt it rise, then contract to my touch. Growing bolder still, I ran a finger down her pantied crack, seeking the soft heat between her legs, then applied gentle pressure to Lisa’s mound until dampness began to seep through the thin material. There came a tiny mewling from the mouth at my breast, and a shiver ran through her slender frame.

Suddenly Lisa raised her face, whispered, “Wait a minute!” Pushing herself back into a sitting position, she clumsily tugged her panties down until they dangled from a foot, then flicked them away.

That taken care of, Lisa climbed on top of me again, now blessedly naked. Sighing blissfully, she gazed up at me with adoring eyes. “I love you, Mrs. Johnson.”

I hugged her to me. “I love you too, sweetie,” I whispered, “and you don’t have to call me ‘Mrs. Johnson,’ when we’re together like this. You can call me Roxanne.”

Lisa’s mouth popped open. “Really? Can I?”

“Of course,” I said softly, my arms twining around her. “Lovers always call each other by their first names.” I stroked her cheek with the tip of a finger. “And we, Lisa, are lovers.”

Her eyes grew wide. “Oh, yeah… we are, huh? Aw, that’s like, the best thing ever!” She was nodding her head with such vigor that it made the bed shake.

“I take it, then, that you like the idea?” I teased.

“Oh, totally! Mega-totally!” Then she went quiet, almost shy. “Um, Roxanne? Can I please play with your boobs some more…?”

I lay back, offering myself up. “Be my guest.”

With a grin and an enthused, “Yeah!” Lisa began to kiss and lick my nipples again, using her hand to fondle whichever breast happened to be unoccupied. She hummed her enjoyment all the while. Oh my, it felt sooo good…

Wanting to do my share in this game of love, I slipped a hand between Lisa’s thighs. She spread her legs wide, her dancer’s frame allowing the child to bend both knees and press herself flat onto me, the heat of her sex brushing against my tummy.

Slowly, carefully, I worked a finger into Lisa’s moist pussy — and felt her go “mmmMMMMMmmm!” around my nipple, which felt absolutely divine.

For the third time since we’d met, I was masturbating Lisa — only this time, there was no need for us to pretend we were doing something else.

Lisa had to come up for air, gaping at me, her expression almost feral in its animal passion — then a shiver ran through her body, and she buried her face in my breasts.

Feeling her orgasm approach, I decided to up the ante, and began to gently stroke her clit with the ball of my thumb. That’s when she really lost it. She bit down on my nipple, then released it, throwing her head back and panting in a frenzy. Her body was bucking and rocking atop mine, eyes squeezed shut, teeth bared and clenched until, finally, she sighed oh, so softly and slowly went limp.

Now she lay quietly, a cheek resting against my breast, her breath warming my nipple. I drank in her sweet aroma: shampoo, light sweat, the earthy scent of her sex.

My hand was caught between her soft thighs. Pulling it free, I traced her tender little slit with a finger, then brought it to my face. I smelled my finger. Licked it. Mmmm, delicious.

“I love how you taste,” I murmured.

She stirred, then her head came up surprisingly quickly. “You do?”

I smiled and nodded. “You have a yummy pussy.” I slowwwwwly licked a finger, making the gesture as sexy as I could.

Her mouth opened, eyes went wide. “Ooooh, that’s a bad word. You’re not s’posed to say it!” Then she giggled. So adorable.

I smiled at her elfin face, just inches away from my own. “No.” And I stroked her cheek. “I’m probably not supposed to be playing in bed with you like this, either.”

She grinned. “But we are, huh?”

“We sure are.”

She snuggled onto my breast again, kissed the nipple once, then lay back down. I felt her hand moving on my stomach. I barely heard Lisa’s little voice on my chest. “I don’t care if it’s a bad thing to do or not. I love playin’ in bed with you.”

Her fingers were tracing lazy circles on my belly. I stroked her hair. If this wasn’t heaven, it would certainly do for the moment.

The feathery touch of Lisa’s fingertips gradually moved wider, then lower, until they were inching along the edge of my panties. I leaned in, kissed the top of her head. “Touch me, Lisa,” I whispered. “Touch me all over, anywhere at all. I want you to.”

Her hand paused briefly, then slid down further, moving hesitantly over my panty-covered mons. I felt the quick thrum thrum thrum of Lisa’s heart as she felt my sex for the first time, knowing how new it was to her — the spongy tuft of pubic curls, the fatness of my ripe cunt. She lightly caressed me. I raised my hips to meet her fingers, the very breath in me trembling as it left my mouth.

Her head lifted, and she peeked at me. An awkward smile. “Um… I don’t know what to do next…”

“Oh, honey…” I opened my arms, “come here.” And she shimmied her naked body up to bury her face in my neck. I hugged her tightly, kissing her hair, her ear, her brow.

She popped her head up to whisper into my ear. “I’m sorry…” Then just as quickly, ducked back down.

“Oh, hush, pretty butt,” I cooed, and gave her a playful pat on her bottom. She clenched those pert little cheeks with a titter, then nuzzled my neck. “It’s okay, Lisa. With making love, you learn by doing.”

“Well, yeah… but you been doin’ it way longer than me,” she protested. “I never made love to anyone ever!”

“Want me to help you, then?” I said, and felt her nod into my neck. “Okay. First, I’m gonna teach you how to kiss.”

“I already know that, silly!” Lisa giggled. “I give my mom an’ dad kisses all the time.”

“No, not that kind of kissing… I mean, the way real lovers do it.”

She came up quickly again, her adorable face inches away, gazing deep into my eyes. “Sexy kissing, you mean?”

“Yup. Now give me one, and I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Her head tilted like a puppy’s, and she leaned in to gently touch her lips to mine, then pulled back a bit to make eye contact with me again. We smiled lovingly at one another. “That’s very nice,” I said. “Another, please.”

Lisa leaned in once more. Our lips touched, and when I moved my mouth against hers, she pressed in too. My tongue slid along her loosening lips, and I felt Lisa’s mouth open, inviting me in.

I flirted with her tongue, and it slowly came to life, bashfully toying with mine. With a little encouragement, our kiss grew increasingly passionate. Without words, I taught Lisa the hot, steamy games that the mouths of lovers can play… and she, bless her, was a most eager student. It felt so good that I think we might have spent the next twenty minutes just making out, holding each other close, kissing again and again.

Finally I pulled back and whispered, “Want to make love to me now?”

She nodded, dazed and happy.

“I was going to take off my panties,” I said, brushing Lisa’s mouth with my fingertips, “but I bet you’d like to do that for me, huh?”

Again, Lisa nodded, grinning excitedly. She scrambled down to kneel between my legs, then looked at me expectantly, as if waiting for my signal. “Hold on a second.” I leaned over and switched on the lamp on my nightstand. “So you can see what you’re doing. Go ahead, honey. Just slip them off…”

Taking hold of the waistband, Lisa pulled my panties down. As they slid past my thighs, my pubes were revealed. She paused, gaped at the sight. “Whoa!”

I smiled. “Big bush, huh?”

She giggled. “Yeah! Big bush!” She touched it lightly. “Mmmm, it’s so soft, too… like a teddy bear!”

I laughed. “A teddy bear… hmmm, I kinda like that. Go ahead — finish taking them off.”

“Oh! Um, yeah.” Lisa worked my panties down to my ankles. then carefully tugged them away from my feet. Then she just stared as I spread myself open, letting my young lover see everything.

Still holding my now forgotten undies in both hands, she breathed, “You’re so… so beautiful.”

I smiled, loving the feeling of being so exposed to this eleven-year-old girl. “It’s all for you, Lisa.” I opened my legs even further. “All yours.”

She blushed so charmingly then. “Oh, Ms. Johnson… thank you. Thank you.”

Me, I was trembling inside with the fierce need I felt for her, on the verge of bursting into tears if she didn’t fuck me right then.

“Touch me,” I said, my voice unsteady. “Please touch me, Lisa.”

Lisa, biting her lower lip, slowly extended her hand. I took it in mine and guided it to my warm, moist pussy, pressing her fingers against the juicy flesh. Oh my, that’s absolutely divine.

Her face was filled with wonder as she touched me, looking more like a child of five than the preteen she was. “Gosh… you feel so hot…”

“I’m hot for you, m-my love.” I placed my hand on hers, moving it around a bit. She got the idea, and began to feel her way around my pussy when I took my hand away, growing more confident as she went. “That’s good, Lisa, mmmm…” I loved watching her touch my cunt, her brow furrowed in concentration like she was working on a finger painting.

Oh, God. I needed to come, and soon. Lisa’s fingers felt great, but it was time to get her focused on the grand prize.

“Oh, honey, you’re doing a wonderful job,” I said.

She beamed, radiant with pride as she fondled me. “Pretty good, huh?”

“Mmmmm, very good, honey. OOOhhhh, so good…” I drew my knees up, opening myself even more. “Okay, are you ready to try something else?”

She nodded eagerly. “Yeah!”

“That’s my girl. Now take two of your fingers, and see if you can push them inside me.”

Lisa bent closer, her lower lip jutting out… and I nearly cried out loud as her lovely, magical fingers slid slowly into my vagina. My head was reeling. “Oh, Lisa!” I gasped. “That’s it! Just like that, ohhhhh…”

She wore such a wicked smile, the little imp. “What now, Mrs. John — um, Roxanne?”

Now… now start moving  – oooh! — in and out of me.” I was shaking like a leaf. “Please, honey — fuck me with your fingers, hard as you can!”

Lisa, clearly thrilled that I would use that word to describe what I wanted her to do, began to piston those wonderful digits in and out, in and out. Her hand was making these slapping sounds as it smacked against me, and that turned me on like you can’t imagine.

Within moments, I exploded in a wrenching climax, my breath leaving me in ragged bursts. Lisa froze up at first, unsure what to do… and I rasped, “Oh God, Lisa — d-DON’T STOP!!”

Her fingers immediately began to pump again, and I shuddered and shook as those sweet, amazing shocks of ecstasy pounded through me. Conscious that my daughter was still in the house, I was covering my mouth, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Finally, my head fell back, and I placed my hand atop Lisa’s, stopping her. “N-no more, honey.”

She flopped down next to me, breathing heavily like I was. I drew Lisa into my arms, enfolding her naked body in a loving embrace.

“Huh… that sounded pretty good!” she giggled. “Did you like it okay?”

“Oh, Lisa,” I whispered, losing myself in her shining eyes, “That was — that was as wonderful as anything I’ve ever felt.” I kissed her gently. “You make me so very happy, my sweet one.”

Her lips sought out mine, and before I knew it, Lisa and I were French kissing again. God, even after that incredible climax, I was still eager for more. I knew what I wanted to do next, though. It was what I’d been dreaming of for weeks — to taste her.

I gently broke our kiss. “Honey,” I said, “I want you to get up on all fours, facing the door.”

She smiled. “Whatcha gonna do…?”

I gave her a mock-stern look. “That’s for me to know and you to find out, young lady!” I said, smacking her butt playfully.

Lisa got onto her knees, then placed her hands on the bed, raising that oh-so-enticing bottom of hers and thrusting it towards me. “Like this?”

“Perfect.” I ran my fingers along the curve of Lisa’s ass, and she sighed happily. It was genuinely thrilling to see goosebumps rise on her thighs in response to my touch.

I knelt on the bed behind Lisa. She craned back to see what I intended to do, then gasped as my mouth gently grazed the back of her thigh. So soft, so sweet.

I fondled Lisa’s legs, stroking them lightly, placing kisses here and there against her pale skin. I heard her purr with delight as I kissed and caressed that adorable butt of hers. The smell and taste of my little lover’s skin had me giddy with desire as my mouth and fingers made love to her, savored her like a good wine.

By now Lisa was quivering with anticipation and need, as the slow, teasing pace of my lovemaking was driving her, well, kind of crazy. She was breathing hard and deep, her body taut in anticipation. The scent of my angel’s arousal was thickening in the air, and it had me higher than a kite.

Unable to wait a moment longer, I burrowed between Lisa’s thighs to kiss her there for the first time, my lips parting to claim her.

It was marvelous. The smell, the taste, the feel of her flower in my mouth was everything I’d dreamed of and more. My heart was swelling with love for this divine girl as I feasted on her luscious pussy.

She was trembling like a leaf as I licked and kissed her, and I knew she would explode in a few seconds. But I wasn’t ready for that — no, not yet…

Lisa moaned in frustration as I withdrew my mouth from her cunt and started to playfully kiss her ass — pausing to nip her soft skin, just hard enough to make her squeal. Then I pulled her sweet cheeks apart, leaning in close to run my tongue up her butt crack.

She gasped, “Oh!” as I began licking her anus with long, luxurious strokes. Meanwhile, my naughty fingers began to toy with the wetness between her legs, then I suddenly slid my index finger deep into Lisa with a single smooth stroke.

That did it. Lisa was panting furiously, quaking from head to toe, then cried out as she went rigid from the intensity of her climax. I redoubled my efforts, licking her asshole as my finger plunged in and out of her pussy. I felt her pelvis jerk against my face, her body bucking as she shuddered with pleasure, panting for air like a marathon runner.

Finally, she collapsed into the sheets, utterly exhausted. I carefully removed my finger from her and sucked her essence from it. Mmmm, ambrosia.

I crawled over to Lisa and placed a gentle kiss upon her flushed cheek. Her eyes slowly opened and she gave me a sweet, sleepy smile, opening her arms to me. I slid into her embrace — and we lay entwined, utterly relaxed and at peace.

But not for long. Lisa began to caress me, her hands traveling hither and yon over my body. She kissed my ear and whispered, “I want to play with you some more,” as her fingers found my pussy.

Goodness… where do young people get their energy? I was pretty tired myself, but I also knew that it might be a long, long while before we could have another night like this.

I lay back and spread my thighs for Lisa as her lips met mine — and suddenly we were once again kissing passionately, and my lust was awakened, raging hot and fierce. God, what this sexy creature did to me!

Her fingers were playing with my wet cunt, her tongue probing my mouth, and I was blissfully happy. Then a really wild idea hit me.

I broke our kiss, took her face in my hands and whispered, “Dear Lisa… would you do something special for me…?”

“Oh, yeah,” she sighed, “I’d try anything for you.” She suddenly began showering my face with quick little kisses, “I love you so much, Mrs. Johnson!”

“It’s Roxanne, remember,” I smiled. “And I love you too.” I took Lisa’s hand and placed it on my throbbing mound.

“Here’s what I want you to do, baby,” I murmured. “I want you to take that cute little hand of yours… and push it all the way into my pussy.”

She looked up, startled. “Inside? My whole hand?”

I nodded. “Uh-huh. All of it.”

She was looking doubtful. “I don’t wanna hurt — ”

“You won’t, sweetie, I promise. After all, you have to remember that Vanessa came out of there, right? And she’s lots bigger than your hand is.” Her hand was also bigger than any cock I’d ever had, but not by much.

At that point, though, I didn’t give a damn if it hurt or not — I had to have Lisa’s fist inside me!

She still seemed a little reluctant, but willing to indulge my screwy idea. “Well, if you say so.”

“It’s easy,” I said, taking her hand and guiding it where it needed to be. “Just start with two fingers, then add one more at a time. Once you’ve got your fingers and thumb inside me, just keep them tight together, and wiggle and push hard until your whole hand is in.” I settled in, bracing myself.

Lisa slipped her index and middle fingers into my pussy, sliding them in and out like before.

I shakily continued, “Once y-you’ve done that, make your hand into a fist and just, just start fucking me with it! Ohhhhh yes, Lisa…” Her fingers felt absolutely magical — but I longed to be completely filled. Then again, maybe the pure lewdness of getting fisted by a girl of eleven was what I wanted.

Her face taking on that look of determination again, Lisa got to work. It felt amazing, and looked amazing, too. Here was my underage lover girl, concentrating on working her hand into my pussy!

And with one last push, she did it. Oh, my stars. My head spun as if I’d just drained a tumbler of whiskey in a single gulp.

“Wow…” she whispered, “It’s — it’s in there.” She was fascinated, staring in awe at the sight of her whole hand, buried up to the wrist inside my body.

“Oh m-my gosh, Lisa, yes it is. You did it. Now, just… mmmmm… just start moving slowly in and out.” I could hear her hand and my cunt making sticky slurping sounds as she began to pump her arm. It was slow at first, but as her confidence grew, so did her tempo.

“Faster, honey,” I gasped.

And she did, oh mercy she was thrusting faster, then faster still, the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she watched me go completely wild, because I was really losing it now, she’d never seen that, and I was so hot, so in need of letting go, of casting aside any restraint, of becoming a fucking crazed sex animal for my young lover…

I was moaning, my body was trembling as if it was about to come apart at the seams, and then I fumbled a hand between my legs to stroke my clit, the other shaking hand reaching out to caress that industrious arm that was fucking me so hard, so deep, so good!

Oh yes, my wonderful Lisa was really giving it to me, better than any man ever had, my little lesbian angel breaking me in half with that beautiful fist, knowing somehow that the faster she went, the crazier I got.

When it hit, I saw big, bright cartoon stars. It was just… blinding, I came so hard. Then a velvety darkness came swooping down, and I blacked out.

When I came to, Lisa was nestled in my arms, her hand lightly resting on my still-tingling sex. And without meaning to, I fell asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 7

Loving Lisa, Chapter 5

  • Posted on January 16, 2017 at 3:10 pm

By JetBoy

When I peeked into the living room, Vanessa was stalking Lisa around the couch, trying to exact revenge for the bite on her bottom. “But you said I could!” she insisted.

“Changed my mi-ind…” Lisa sang.

Nessa made a feint to one side, then lunged toward the other. With a snort of mirth, Lisa easily countered my daughter’s move. She turned and wiggled her rump at Vanessa. “Can’t smack my bu-utt, can’t smack my bu-utt…” she mocked.

Vanessa turned to me, folding her arms. “Mo-om… Lisa said I could smack her butt back, but now she’s not letting me — ”

“Didn’t either! I said you could bite my butt. But you don’t get to smack me.”

“But you– ”

“Hold on, just hold on!” Mom’s Court was in session, the Honorable Roxanne Johnson presiding. Seating myself on the sofa, I looked at Vanessa. “You said it didn’t hurt.”

She frowned. “I know… but — ”

“Yeah!” Lisa leaned over the couch back by me. I sensed the warmth of her body. “If it didn’t hurt, what d’ya wanna get me back for?”

“Because… because you… bit my butt!” She huffed in indignation.

“But she said she was sorry. Didn’t you, Lisa? And did you honestly mean it?”

Lisa nodded vigorously. “Yes, yes, yes ma’am, yes! I am so, so sorry.” She stuck out her hand across the back of couch. “For biting. Your. Butt.”

Vanessa reluctantly took Lisa’s hand. “Okay, I guess.”

“There we go.” The girls were still topless, and I could feel felt Lisa’s breast briefly touch my shoulder, then depart as she came back around to the front of the sofa and plopped herself down. “Now. You two want to finish playing Twister?”

“Nah,” Vanessa said, rubbing her bottom. “I’m done with that game for life! I wanna play a game where you don’t end up with tooth marks on your keister.”

Lisa nodded. “Yeah, let’s play somethin’ different. Somethin’ cool!”

“I know!” Nessa said. “Let’s play Truth or Dare!”

“Yeah!” Lisa cheered. “Good idea!”

“What, just the two of you?”

Turning to me, Vanessa seized my hand. “No, Mom — you play too!”

Truth or Dare? With two eleven-year-old objects of lust, one of them my own daughter? And I’d thought Twister was a big risk! “Ohh, no — ”

Lisa put her hands together, as if in prayer. “Oh, yes, yes, pleeeease, Mrs. Johnson? Pleeeeeease?”

“Pleeeeeease?” chimed Vanessa. “You wouldn’t play Twister with us, now you gotta play this, Mom!” Now they were both on their knees before me, like petitioners at the King’s court. I tried and failed to suppress a smile.

“But it’s not really a mom’s game, sweetheart. I mean, Truth or Dare is all about telling secrets and doing things that mothers aren’t supposed to know about, right?”

The girls pondered this, then Lisa said, “How ‘bout, just for this game, you’re not Nessa’s mom… you’re one of us instead!”

“Yeah, Mom! Then you can be our girlfriend!” Vanessa said excitedly.

“Yeah, do that!” Lisa added. “Girlfriends forever!”

Then the twin chorus began again. “Pleeeeeease?”

“Well… okay,” I muttered.

“Yaaaaay!!” Nessa and Lisa bounced up and down, then moved to join me on the couch, one topless girl on each side.

On the surface, I was trying to seem reluctant. Inside, I was anything but. Who knew where this might lead — especially since I was now their “girlfriend”?

I remembered playing Truth or Dare with girls I knew, and some of the sexy antics that our games had led to. In fact, that was how I’d experienced my first genuine kiss with a girl, a cute tenth grader named Nora Finster — and a week later, we’d gone considerably farther than that, parked near the lake in her mother’s Toyota.

I smiled at the memory, wondering whatever happened to Nora, then noticed that the girls were waiting for be to start the game. “So then, who goes first?” I said.

“You start, Mom!” Vanessa said. Lisa eagerly nodded in agreement.

Hmmm. I wasn’t ready to begin with a dare, so… “I’ll pick Truth. Vanessa?”

“Okay,” my daughter replied, a bit breathlessly. “Tell us… tell us about your first kiss!”

“Ooooohhh, good one!” enthused a grinning Lisa.

I paused, reflected. “My first kiss… hmmm, that goes back a few years… but I know when and where, and who with. I was thirteen, at my friend Jill Rogan’s party. Bobby Meeghan kissed me in the back yard.”

Lisa swayed forward and back, eyes alight with curiosity. “How? How did he kiss you?”

“It happened when we went outside to see the fireflies. In Kentucky, they’re out in force on summer nights. You remember, Nessa, when we were at Grandma’s a few years ago, and you got to see them?”

“Oh, yeah!” Vanessa said, smiling warmly at the memory. “It’s awesome — little moving lights everywhere!”

“Anyhow, Bobby and I were in sort of had a boyfriend-girlfriend thing, though all we’d really done was hold hands. But that night, he led me out to the middle of the yard, and we just stood there for a minute or two, not saying anything, watching the fireflies. Then, well, Bobby just kissed me. And it was great!”

Lisa nibbled thoughtfully at her lower lip. “Did he use his tongue?”

“Lisa!” Nessa was shocked.

I raised an eyebrow, then gave Lisa a very tiny wink that Nessa didn’t see. “Yes… yes, he did.”

“Wo-o-ow…”

“Um, Mom?” my daughter began hesitantly, a mysterious hint of pink in her cheeks. “Back when you were, uh, learning to kiss, did you ever, um…”

“Hey!” Lisa interrupted. “No fair askin’ about other stuff, goofus! She did her truth, now it’s someone else’s turn.”

Nessa’s blush deepened. “Oh, yeah. Never mind.” Funny, she seemed almost relieved. I felt a twinge of curiosity… what had she wanted to know?

“Okay, Ms. Johnson… now pick one of us!“

“Uh-huh… well. then I pick… you!” I swung my finger towards Lisa. “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare!” she cried.

I had to grin at her boldness. On the other hand, I wasn’t sure what kind of dare to give her. My dirty mind immediately began to churn out ideas that would have been perfect if my daughter hadn’t been there, each wilder than the one before.

Think, Roxanne. Think.

That was when my daughter spoke up. “Can I give her a dare, Mom? I’ve got a good one!”

I looked at Lisa. “Is that okay for this round? It’s been ages since I’ve played this — I need time to think of some good dares.”

“Sure, yeah,” Lisa shrugged.

“Okay, Vanessa… she’s all yours.”

“Cool!” she squealed. My daughter was seated with her thighs spread wide apart, giving me an excellent view of her panty-clad slit. Very nice, I told myself, trying not to let my thoughts stray any further in that direction.

“So, Lisa” Nessa murmured, “You have to…” A dramatic pause. “You have to get a spanking from my mom for biting my butt!”

Lisa’s mouth dropped. So did mine, I’m sure.

I was immediately shaking my head. “No, no, Vanessa, that’s not fair…”

“But it’s a dare!”

Oddly enough, Lisa came to Vanessa’s defence, though reluctantly. “It’s true, it is a dare…”

I could not see this happening, however enjoyable. Too, too risky. “Wait a minute, Nessa — this would be a dare for me, wouldn’t it? To spank Lisa?”

“No,” Vanessa insisted. “I’m just… I’m daring her to get spanked, is all.”

“But…”

“She’s right,” Lisa said. “It’s a dare. I can’t not do it!”

“See, Mom? Even she says so.”

Oh, shit. Well, there was no graceful way out of this without playing the Uptight Mom card and spoiling the fun for everybody. It was a scenario fraught with danger… but this little party had entered the Lair of the Dare, and I had to play the game.

“Okay.” Lisa stood. “If I’m gonna do this…” She looked at Vanessa. “How do I get spanked?”

Vanessa pondered, rubbing her chin, then declared, “Lyin’ across Mom’s knees.”

“Oh, I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said, throwing up my hands.

Lisa looked down at me, a mock-serious expression on her face. “A dare is a dare.”

“Yup. Lisa’s been bad, so she’s gotta get her butt smacked!” Vanessa giggled.

Lisa nudged her with a foot. “Farthead.”

Vanessa stuck her tongue out, then turned to me. “Ready, Mom?”

I was very confused about how I should handle this, but couldn’t deny my rising excitement. “As I’ll ever be, I suppose…”

Perverse as it was, there was something about touching Lisa’s bare bottom in front of my daughter that genuinely aroused me. Best of all, it had been Nessa’s idea in the first place! All I had to do was play it cool, keep my lust for Lisa from showing.

Lisa began to stretch out across my thighs, then paused. “Hold on,” she murmured, “I forgot something.” She quickly reached for the waistband of her panties and tugged them down to her ankles.

I was surprised, but Vanessa was flat-out stunned. “Lisa! Wh-what are you doing!?

Daintily stepping out of those pink knickers, Lisa said, “That’s how Mom always spanks me. We gotta do this the right way, or it don’t count.” Now completely naked, she laid herself down over my lap, then peered up at Nessa and I. “Okay?”

Still trying to breathe normally, I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

“Um, okay, I guess,” Vanessa said. Staring at Lisa’s nudity, she slowly seated herself on the right arm of the sofa.

I fought to keep my hands from quivering as I drank in the sight of Lisa’s flawless bottom. And I was about to touch it while my daughter watched!

Glancing up again, Lisa asked, “Hey, how many spanks do I get?”

I hadn’t even thought about that. “Er… two? Three?”

“That’s not a spanking!” protested Vanessa. “I say she should have ten of ‘em.”

“Hey, I didn’t bite your butt ten times!” Lisa fired back.

“No, and you’re lucky, too, ’cause every bite’s worth ten spanks! Right, Mom?”

I fumbled around for a response — luckily, Lisa spoke up first. “Yeah, sure. I guess that’s fair.”

That startled me, and no mistake. Did she genuinely want to be spanked? That was when it hit me: Of course she wants to. Jesus, this is probably like some kind of kinky foreplay for her!

Lisa’s voice, muffled by a sofa cushion, broke into my reverie. “Okay, I’m ready… go ahead.”

“Yeah, Mom,” Vanessa chimed in, an odd hint of anticipation in her tone.

I took a deep, calming breath to brace myself. “Here goes, then.” I brought my hand down ever-so-lightly on her smooth bare bottom — more like a firm caress, honestly.

“Mo-om… that’s not a spank!”

Lisa lifted her head. “Yeah, you have’ta really spank me. That’s the only way I can win the dare!” As if to emphasize her point, she flexed her buttocks. I heard a little gasp of surprise from Vanessa.

“Okay, but you asked for it.” I put more into the next one, a medium-sized slap that made her cheeks jiggle just a bit.

“Yeah,” I heard Vanessa breathe to herself. I glanced up at her, but she didn’t even notice — her eyes were riveted to Lisa’s bare bottom. I felt a swift rush of warmth beneath my belly as I took a more thorough look at my daughter. Nessa’s cheeks were noticeably flushed, and this time I could clearly see that her nipples were stiff and erect.

More thrilling than that, she was actually riding the arm of the couch, subtly working her panty-covered sex against the suede upholstery. My arousal soared even higher as I watched my daughter stimulate herself to the spectacle of me spanking her best friend.

Another smack to Lisa’s butt, making her squeal. This time, she wiggled her ass a bit and flexed it again, then blurted, “You can do it harder than that!”

I’d never before been turned on by things like domination, bondage or spanking, but everything about this had my juices flowing: the thrill of having a naked young girl draped across my lap, the warmth of her, the softness of her skin — even the satisfying crack of my hand as it made contact.

This time, I let her have it. Nice and hard. SMACK!

“Owww, yeah, that’s… that’s it!” The muffled voice was strained, but eager. No doubt about it, Lisa was really into this!

I gave her three more, each about five seconds apart. She gave a long shivery moan, and it was difficult to know whether it was in agony or ecstasy. Some of each, I suspected. By then, her buttocks were turning a bright pink.

With the last blow, Lisa raised her hips up from the sofa, thighs spread apart to reveal the tiny pucker of her anus.

I heard a sharp intake of breath from my daughter at the sight. Was it my imagination, or could I feel the sofa shiver from the movements she was making against the arm?

Still, my attention was centered on Lisa. “You okay, sweetie?” I asked, my hand casually resting on her warm bottom. A hell of a lot warmer than it was five minutes ago, anyhow.

“Uh-huh…” Lisa said, sounding somewhat out of breath.

I glanced up at my daughter. “Nessa, you’re keeping count, right? How many more?” I asked.

Vanessa gaped at me for a few seconds, fighting to regain her composure. “I think… ummm, three more?”

The sight of her glassy expression shook me up in a big way. My God, is she about to come?

Somehow, I sensed that I had to feign ignorance as to what my daughter was doing. Nothing to see here, folks, Clueless Mom is on duty.

Realizing that things were getting out of hand, I took it much easier with the last three spanks. It was really more of a slap-and-hold motion, then two more, ending with a gentle squeeze. And with that, I was done. Oh, mercy, was I ever done.

I sat motionless for a few seconds, getting my bearings, unable to believe that the simple act of spanking a girl of nine could get me so incredibly hot. It had, though. Thank goodness I put my panties back on, I told myself. Otherwise, I’d have left a wet spot on this couch the size of a dinner plate.

Putting my lust to one side, I studied Lisa’s bottom, noticing that it did seem rather red and irritated. No marks or welts, but there had to be at least some soreness.

Once more, I looked up at Vanessa, watching my daughter regain her focus. She still seemed a bit dazed — surprised, perhaps, by how close she’d come to losing control? And again, I had to pretend not to have noticed. “Nessa? Honey, can you go to my bathroom and get the lotion? It’s the blue bottle next to the sink.”

A silent nod, and she was on her way — walking somewhat unsteadily, I observed.

Once my daughter was safely out of range, I pried Lisa’s buttocks open, revealing her anal cleft. Taking a moment to admire the view, I bent down and planted a warm, wet, and extremely hot French kiss directly on her rosebud, followed by a few swipes of the tongue. Yum!

She squealed, “Oooooohhh! Oh, wow, yeah…” her bottom arching to meet my wicked mouth.

I could have happily rimmed her for a good long while, but had to sit up straight when I heard my daughter’s feet coming back down the hall. Then Vanessa was at my side, the bottle of lotion in her hand.

I was just about to take it from her when a crazy impulse struck me, one I couldn’t resist.

“Thanks, hon,” I murmured, casual as you please. “Now put some of that on Lisa’s bottom.”

“ME?! B-but I don’t — ”

Time for an appearance from Stern Mom. “Now, you put that lotion on Lisa right now, young lady. Whose idea was it for her to get spanked, hmm?”

She meekly nodded. “Um, okay.” Seating herself on the edge of the coffee table, she squirted a dollop of lotion into her hand, staring at her friend’s rosy bottom. “Geez, that’s pretty red. Does it hurt?”

“Some… no thanks to you.” Lisa gave her butt a provocative wriggle.

My daughter set the bottle down beside her, then hesitated. “Uhhh…”

“Go ahead, honey. Just… put some on her, then smooth it around. Make her feel better.”

Vanessa glanced up at me, chewing nervously at her lower lip. Taking in a deep, calming breath, she hesitantly placed her lotioned hand on Lisa’s bottom, then began to smear the creamy liquid over it.

“Mmmmm,” Lisa purred. “Wow, Nessa, that feels good!”

Vanessa’s hand grew bolder, and started moving in a circle. I felt a pang inside, longing to be soothing Lisa’s butt myself — but I had to admit that watching my daughter do it instead was extremely erotic.

Down below, I could feel the warmth of Lisa’s bare sex against my thigh. She was flexing her bottom rhythmically. “That’s great, yeah. Nice an’ cool. You can do it harder, if you want!”

My daughter began to lean into her work, firmly massaging Lisa’s buttocks with both hands.

Touching Vanessa’s shoulder, I murmured, “That’s right, honey… good job.”

I began to stroke her naked back. Nothing sexual, not exactly — the kind of casual affection that any mom might give her daughter. Only at that moment, my thoughts were far from motherly.

What would Nessa do, I wondered, if I let my hand stray around to the front of her body — fondle those lovely breasts…

It might have been some kind of hallucination, but I swore that I could detect a hint of a sweet fragrance, perfuming the air as I caressed my daughter’s back. It was the aroma of sexual excitement, the girls’ and mine, mingled with that of the papaya-scented lotion…

Nessa’s breathing had deepened, as if she too sensed the raw sexuality in the air. “Is… is that okay, Lisa?”

“Uh-huh. Keep goin’, it’s great.” Lisa, too, was breathing harder.

And as Vanessa worked the lotion into Lisa’s cheeks, she gazed up at me, a look of purest adoration on her face, and snuggled her body closer to mine. My arm twined around her waist, and I bent to kiss her temple. Her head tilted back and she looked at me again, eyes shining. Unable to help myself, I leaned in close to place a tender kiss on her bee-stung lips.

We slowly drew apart, making eye contact for the third time. It was like peering into my daughter’s soul. I saw love there, and more than love. She took a deep, shaky breath, as did I.

Hands still busy massaging her friend’s bottom, Nessa leaned in close and kissed me, her lips parting oh, so slightly. Then, her face touching mine, she whispered, “I love you, Mom.”

“I — I love you too, dear heart.” Oh, God, we were close to something, I knew not what, but I was on the verge of kissing my own daughter her like a lover — and might have done, too, except…

“Hey!” Lisa had caught Vanessa’s hand between her cheeks. “Are we done here?”

Nessa’s blush was delightful. “Oh! Um, yeah, I guess.” Pulling away from me, she gave Lisa’s butt a small slap. “You want me to spank you now?”

“Well… I gotta pee.”

Vanessa recoiled in mock horror. “Ewwww! Well, go, don’t pee on me!”

Lisa leapt up from the sofa, Nessa followed suit — and they scattered to the four corners of the house, the moment gone. But not forgotten.

I sat there in a daze, my head spinning like a drunken carousel. What just happened? I asked myself.

Lisa and I had been playing a risky game of flirtation and seduction, right under my daughter’s nose. And somehow, Vanessa had become a part of it. If she hadn’t become aroused — first, by seeing Lisa spanked, then by rubbing lotion into her butt — then it was the best imitation of arousal I’d ever seen.

Is my daughter a budding lesbian? Does she have a crush on Lisa?

Then there was that…that moment that my baby girl and I had shared just moments earlier.

Could it be? Could my own daughter, my Vanessa, actually be feeling lust for…

Annoyed, I gave my head a hard shake. Enough. Stop having these thoughts about Nessa, they’re idiotic! And unhealthy.

I already had one underage lover, the last damned thing I needed was two. Especially when one of them was my own flesh and blood. I’d allowed myself to get carried away with those screwy incest fantasies, and if I didn’t shut them down, there might be another one of those moments — this time, without a Lisa around to save me from making a move on my little girl.

I rose shakily from the sofa, shaking my head to banish the cobwebs, then meandered into the kitchen, suddenly very much in the mood for a soothing glass of wine. Maybe bring the whole bottle back.

Moments later, my glass of Cabernet nicely topped up, I returned to the living room and turned on the TV. The girls could be heard romping around upstairs.

A brief search through the available movies led me to an old favorite, The Pink Panther Strikes Again. I’d missed the first fifteen minutes, but what the hell.

I relaxed and settled into the couch, making sure to leave room for Nessa and Lisa on either side in case they came back down to join me.

Continue on to Chapter 6

Loving Lisa, Chapter 4

  • Posted on January 8, 2017 at 4:31 pm

By JetBoy

By the time I returned to the living room, Vanessa and Lisa had grown bored with watching TV and were playfully tussling with one another beneath the enormous quilt I kept on the couch. The air was filled with squeals and giggles. Fascinated, I drew closer.

“Whoa, whoa. What’s going on here, ladies?” I said, putting on a mock-stern face as I looked down on the action from behind the couch.

A pause in mid-wrestle, then Lisa panted, “I… I challenged Nessa to a f-foot tickle!”

And they were off again, a frantic melee of arms and bare legs.

I watched the girls struggle, feeling a wicked urge to reach out and tug the quilt away, revealing what, for me, would be a most arousing sight — two beautiful young girls in t-shirts and panties, their bodies tangled together as they feinted and lunged at each other’s feet.

Vanessa caught my eye. “Wait, okay, okay!” she panted, breaking away. “Time out! I gotta… take a break.”

Lisa smirked. “Yeah, ’cause you know you’re losing…” Both girls were flushed.

“Am not!” Nessa scowled. “I just want a drink of water.” She cast aside her half of the quilt, got to her feet and headed for the kitchen. Along the way, she gave me the briefest of head tilts, indicating I should follow. Curious, I did just that.

When we were just out of Lisa’s view, Vanessa opened the sink faucet and turned to me, her eyes flashing with excitement. In a conspiratorial whisper, she said, “Mom, you gotta help me!”

“Help you…?”

“Yeah. I haven’t got to really tickle Lisa, not even once. But if you hold her legs when I say to, I can get a hold of her feet an’ tickle her till she goes nuts!” She was practically bouncing in place, giddy with delight at her little scheme.

Grab Lisa’s legs? The idea sounded enticing, I had to admit. “So, you want me to…”

“All you gotta do it sit by her, an’ I’ll pretend I’m watching TV, then when I say ‘Now!’ you grab her! Will you, Mom? Will you, pretty please?”

Had to admit that I loved Nessa’s scenario, especially since I’d be touching Lisa beneath the quilt — but I couldn’t shake my Responsible Mother role quite that easily. At least, not without a halfhearted attempt at protest. “Um, I don’t know, hon… that seems kind of–”

“Please, Mom? Oh, pleeease!” Vanessa was tugging at my arm. “It’ll be loads of fun, really!”

Pretending reluctance, I slowly nodded. “Fine, fine! But no rough stuff, okay?”

“Just tickles. Promise!” Grinning wickedly, she raced from the kitchen.

I stood there for a moment, pondering what a strange situation I’d walked into: my own daughter, asking me to manhandle the object of my furtive desire. I slipped a hand underneath my shirt to tease a throbbing nipple, already anticipating some delightful fun and games on the couch.

Casually as I was able, I strolled back in to join the girls. Some boy singer they seemed to like was getting all emotional on the TV. Lisa, of course, noticed with an intrigued arch of her eyebrow when I sat down next to her and pulled the quilt over the two of us.

We sat quietly, watching the singer build to his big finish. Not especially interested, I allowed my attention to drift to Nessa, who was lying in front of us on the floor. Her long t-shirt had hiked up somewhat, so I had a great view of her pert little ass, snugly concealed by those lemon-yellow panties.

Meanwhile, I could feel Lisa inching closer to me, sensed her warmth against my leg. Gazing slyly down at her, I gave that bewitching young girl my best seductive smile, one I’d used many’s the time on potential bedmates. It was time to strip away any pretence of flirtation, to let Lisa know how much I wanted her for my lover.

The boy’s song was over and he was extending both arms, basking in applause. Vanessa rose from where she lay and into a sitting position, nonchalantly stretching. Her eyes met mine for an instant, and I readied myself, certain that she was about to make her move.

Sure enough, soon as the commercial break began, Vanessa whirled around and lunged for Lisa, yelling “Now!”

Every atom of me was alive with excitement as I seized Lisa’s leg with the right hand, my left arm snaking around her waist to make her my captive. She shrieked and made to pull her free leg away from Vanessa’s grasp, but was too late — my daughter had her foot in both hands. And now, Lisa’s thighs were spread wide apart…

“Ha-ha-ha-HAHH!” Vanessa cackled, her grin positively demonic. “We’ve got you in our power, little girl…”

“Hey, no fair, no fair!” Lisa protested. You got your mom helping you!” She was struggling — but only enough to seem convincing without breaking loose.

Beneath the quilt, I’d let my thigh-holding hand slide upwards to claim the prize of her sex, warm and damp through the cover of Lisa’s panties. It felt like coming home.

I was quivering inside, astonished at my boldness — and the game had just begun. How much further was I going to go with it?

Vanessa seemed to love being in control. She clutched Lisa’s squirming foot, carefully studying it, like a doctor about to make that first incision. “Hmmm, now how should I do this…?” Raising her face to gaze deep into her friend’s eyes, she carefully, gently touched a finger to Lisa’s instep.

Immediately Lisa squealed, a ribbon of laughter cascading from her lips. She tugged against Nessa’s hold on her and nearly broke free, but my daughter’s grip held fast.

“Oho,” I intoned, attempting a masculine voice, “our prisoner wants to escape! Hang onto her as tightly as you can, sir!” My hand was creeping into Lisa’s panties. I felt her hips lift, welcoming my lustful invasion. She was panting, then gave a tiny moan as I penetrated her. God, her cunt was like a sauna.

“Silly fool!” Vanessa growled, easily falling into character — something pirate-like. “There is no escape for bad girls like you. We have to teach you a lesson!” Raising her hand in a dramatic gesture, she swept her fingertips across Lisa’s toes.

The toes curled, and Lisa jerked, letting out a wail. “NnnooOOHHH!” And I had my finger buried to the hilt in her vagina. She was so warm, so wet…

Nessa giggled, but remained in her role. “So… you won’t stop fightin’ back, huh? We’ll show you!” With that, she leaned in and gave Lisa’s toe a big lick.

Lisa was instantly convulsed with panicked laughter, though I felt certain that as least some of it was only for show. Seizing the moment, I began to slide my finger in and out of her pussy. Vanessa paused to savor the havoc she’d caused, then leaned in again. This time she shocked me, taking Lisa’s toe into her mouth!

Oh my God, this was making me hotter than a furnace! The temptation was there to whip away the quilt, let Nessa get a good look at what I was doing to her friend, then tear off what little I was wearing and start a lesbian orgy on the spot. But I still had just enough self-control to keep me from scaring the life out of my daughter, so instead I found Lisa’s clitoris with my thumb and began to work it in tiny circles. My finger was still busy inside her vagina.

Lisa writhed beneath us, making something akin to wild animal sounds as my daughter and I had our way with her. The girl’s face was red, eyes squeezed tightly shut, her breath hoarse and ragged. She was having a lovely time — maybe a little too much for the present company. Try as she might to hide it, Lisa was clearly on the edge of a massive orgasm, and I didn’t want Vanessa to figure that out.

I told Vanessa, who was now sucking at Lisa’s toes, “Try tickling her and doing that at the same time!”

So she gleefully did exactly that — and Nessa’s timing couldn’t have been better. Seconds later, Lisa came like a wildcat, bucking and howling.

I think Vanessa got a little scared at that, and she eased off, placing Lisa’s bare foot in her lap. But Lisa’s ecstasy had crested by then, and she was drifting back into the here and now.

I carefully eased my hand from Lisa’s panties, making sure that my daughter didn’t notice the wetness on my fingers.

I needn’t have bothered — Nessa’s attention was centered on Lisa. “Boyyyyy…” she murmured, staring at her victim in awe, “you sure went crazy!”

“Well,” Lisa murmured, “my toesies are very sensitive…”

“I guess so…”

“I gotta go to the bathroom.” Lisa surreptitiously stroked my thigh under the quilt, then bounced to her feet.

Vanessa watched as her friend scooted out of the room, shaking her head. “Wow, I’ve never seen anyone be that ticklish…”

“Some people are just like that, sweetie,” I said, pushing the quilt to one side. My heart was still racing from the thrill of what I’d just done. “I’m going to get myself a refill,” I added, reaching for my glass.

“Okay,” Nessa absently replied, still looking at the door through which Lisa had gone.

I made my way into the kitchen, then slipped my index finger into my mouth, purring happily as I got my second-ever sample of Lisa’s honey, already anticipating what it would be like to taste it from the source.

It was going to happen, I was certain of that. Maybe not that evening, maybe not for weeks — but at some point in the future, I was going to be lying between Lisa’s thin thighs, licking her pussy.

I shook my head, marveling at the brazen woman that I’d become. How crazy is that… masturbating an underage girl in front of Vanessa? For that matter, what about indulging in sexual fantasies about my own daughter? No doubt about it, Lisa had put me through some very big changes.

I’d only just refreshed my club soda and returned to the living room when the doorbell rang. Nessa was on her feet immediately, shouting “PIZZA!”

The thumpthumpthump of Lisa’s bare feet grew louder from the hallway as she raced back to join us. Her cheeks were still a very fetching hue of pink. “PIZZA!” she echoed.

“Dinner is served,” I said, quickly slipping into a pair of sweatpants I kept handy before reaching for my purse.

The driver sent off with thanks and a generous tip, we grabbed plates, flipped open the two pizza boxes and tucked in.

After dinner, there were bowls of ice cream, then I asked, “What do you guys want to do now? Something else on TV?”

The girls glanced at one another, shook their heads and bellowed “Noooo!” as if they’d been choreographed. So cute… I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I know — let’s play Twister!” Nessa said, her eyes lighting up.

“Yeah, let’s!” Lisa chimed in.

So Vanessa raced to the closet and burrowed around inside until she emerged, triumphant, with the Twister game. We cleared a sizable space for play, then laid out the plastic sheet.

The girls pleaded with me to join in, but I elected to be the referee and wheel-spinner. Truth be told, I simply didn’t trust my very aroused self to behave in such a physical game.

So I got comfy on the sofa, the wheel in my lap, and we began to play. Needless to say, It was unbearably stimulating to watch those nubile young girls twist, turn, arch and spread themselves.

We were only three spins into the game when Lisa, with barely a glance at me, shucked her t-shirt. “It gets in my face when I bend down!” she complained, carelessly tossing it aside.

Nessa nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, it’s totally in the way,” she said, then reached down to tug her own top up and off.

And just like that, both girls were adorably topless. Their chests both had a rosy flush, and I saw Vanessa stealing the odd glance at Lisa’s prominently erect nipples. I didn’t blame her — they were fascinating. What excited me even more, though, was seeing Nessa’s smaller, lighter nipples stiffen visibly as she stared at Lisa’s.

Hmm. I was beginning to wonder if Vanessa might have a bit of a crush on her best friend. Like mother, like daughter, I thought, smiling wryly.

As for my own nipples… well, I only had to look down to see them quite clearly outlined through the faded old ZZ Top shirt I wore. My pussy was getting increasingly moist, and I knew that at some point, I’d need to hasten to the bathroom and put my panties back on.

Breathing deeply in a useless attempt to calm my raging arousal, I spun the wheel. “Vanessa… right foot, red!”

A frustrated squeal. “But… that’s all the way over there!”

“Tough,” Lisa said. “If you knock me over, I win.” She was propping herself up by one arm with her left foot extended outward, giving me a lovely view of the crotch of her panties, which were stretched tautly enough to reveal the outline of her slit. Between that and her bare chest, my eyes couldn’t decide where to look.

“Fine, fine,” Nessa grumbled. Cautiously sliding a foot across the plastic sheet, she tried to work herself into what promised to be a very inelegant position. She wobbled a bit, but somehow managed to get onto the red circle without falling.

“Ummmmm… made it!” she crowed. Now Vanessa’s yellow-pantied bottom was just inches from Lisa’s nose.

“Hey! Get your butt outta my face!” Lisa protested.

“That’s your problem, goofball,” Vanessa smugly said. “If you don’t like it, get your face away from my butt!” She looked back over her shoulder. “It’s Lisa’s turn, Mom… make her move now!”

Tearing my eyes away from the delicious sight of my half-naked girls, I bent to give the wheel a spin, but before I could call out the result…

A shriek! Vanessa popped up, then whirled around to face Lisa, both hands on her bottom, her face a mask of outrage. “You… you bit me!”

Still in position, Lisa smiled mischievously. “You had your butt in my face! I couldn’t breathe.”

“I wasn’t even touching you!” Vanessa pouted, rubbed her behind.

Lisa stood. “You almost were.” She took a step towards Vanessa. “I didn’t do it that hard, did I?” She gave me a sheepish glance.

I stood. “Do you want me to look at it, honey?”

Vanessa shook her head, blushing. “No.” She looked back at herself briefly. “It doesn’t hurt that much, I guess.” She glared again at Lisa, who stood with hands clasped in front of her. “It surprised me, though.” She couldn’t help but smile a little. “You bit my butt, you… you cow!”

Lisa grinned, shrugged. “Sorry ‘bout that.” She turned and stuck out her own pretty little butt. “Wanna bite me back?”

Vanessa’s eyes narrowed. “No… but I might smack you!” She darted toward Lisa, but before she could lay a hand on her friend’s rump, the girl shrieked and fled. Vanessa followed in hot pursuit.

God, my pussy was on fire! Well, Lisa or no, I needed to retrieve those discarded panties from the bathroom if I planned to spend any more time with the girls. There was already a hint of dampness on the back of my t-shirt, and I didn’t want it to become a huge wet spot. That would leave me with some explaining to do.

So as the girls took their chase scene thumping up the stairs, I slipped into the bathroom, got my undies from the hamper and slipped them on. Pausing in front of the full-length door mirror, I lifted my t-shirt up to the chin and studied my body, dreaming of Lisa staring at it, finding me sexy. Then I thought of Nessa, looking at me and feeling the same way.

Almost by reflex, I thrust my hips forward and placed a hand between my legs, stroking myself through the thin material.

…Mmmmohhhhyes — damn it, no! Stop this right now or you’re going to be a big, hot sticky mess! I held up my wicked hand and gave it a sharp smack.

But I’m so horny! My libido replied. Why won’t you let me have any fun…?

With a sigh, I let my shirt drop. Turning the faucet, I splashed my face with some icy water, then headed back to the living room. I could hear their voices from there… what were those girls up to now?

Continue on to Chapter 5

Loving Lisa, Chapter 3

  • Posted on December 28, 2016 at 5:15 pm

By JetBoy

A week on from that incredible night by the lake, I was still getting myself off regularly to dirty fantasies of Lisa, and my conscience wasn’t nearly as bothered by it as before. By then, the lust I felt for her seemed as familiar as a comfy pair of sneakers. Of course, the fact that she’d invited me to fondle her to orgasm didn’t hurt.

What did disturb me was the thoughts I’d been having about my daughter Vanessa after seeing her in the nude.

Despite my best efforts, she’d been elbowing her way into my sexual reveries, her face — and that lovely bare bottom of hers — turning up when it shouldn’t. Like when I was stretched out naked on my bed, giving my cunt a vigorous workout and daydreaming.

At first, it was only images of Nessa’s naked body, thoughts of how desirable it was. That, I told myself, wasn’t such a big deal — like appreciating a beautiful flower, or an exquisite piece of art. It was the best excuse I could come up with.

But then Vanessa began to assume a more active role in my perverted imagination, and that was much more difficult to explain away.

It began one afternoon while I was taking a break from chopping vegetables, fingering myself on the living room sofa. I’d allowed my thoughts to stray away from Lisa for a moment to picture my daughter as she’d been when I spied on her — stark naked, shaking her pretty butt to the stereo.

Then my fictional Nessa turned around, met my gaze, and smiled. Hey, Mom, she said, casually teasing one of her nipples with the tip of a finger, take off your clothes and come dance with me!

That was when I came — slammed by an orgasm that ripped through my body like a tornado, tossing bits and pieces of me this way and that. I rode that storm as high as the sky, then slowly drifted back to myself in a tangle of damp sheets.

“Oh, hell,” I whispered, feeling the color drain from my face. Not good, I chided myself. Not good at all.

The very sight of my daughter had begun to affect me in unsettling ways. It didn’t help that Vanessa had always been casual about what she wore around the house, especially since my divorce. She never went completely nude in my presence, but her favorite nighttime wear was a t-shirt and panties, which she often displayed to stunning effect — sprawled on the floor, stretched out on the sofa, or padding through a room with that gazelle-like stride of hers. My eyes were drawn over and over again to Nessa’s pert little ass, and down the front of her t-shirt when she bent over.

Making the situation even more difficult, Vanessa had grown more physical in her affection toward me, far freer with her hugs and kisses. She’d taken to coming up from behind and wrapping both arms around my waist, purring happily as she nestled her slender frame against mine. As a mother, I loved it; as a woman with a newly-realized craving for underage girls, it had my nerves jangling.

Then there was one night after dinner when Nessa and I were watching some silly sitcom on TV. We’d just finished dessert — slices of apple pie — and she offered to take our plates and forks back to the kitchen and put them in the sink. I gratefully handed her my plate, then shifted my attention back to the show.

Moments later she sauntered back into the living room, came over to where I sat on the sofa, and casually climbed into my lap, twining her silken arms around my neck.

At first, I was surprised and pleased at such a loving display from my child. Nessa hadn’t sat in my lap for at least three years or so.

“Hmmm… what’s this all about, hon?” I asked Vanessa, cradling her to me.

I felt her shrug. “I miss sittin’ in your lap, Mom,” she insisted. “You’re all warm and snuggly.”

It was a lovely moment between us. But we’d already changed into our nightwear, and her presence in my arms, clad in nothing more than an anime t-shirt and panties, had that unwelcome demon Lust paying me a visit again.

Lifting her face, Nessa gave me a wry smile. “Hey… I’m not too heavy for ya, am I?” She punctuated her words with a few experimental bounces.

Putting on a slight grimace and rolling my eyes heavenward, I spoke in a strained voice, “T-too heavy? Oh, no, honeybunch! You’re — ooooff! — light as a feather.”

“Mo-om!” she protested, then giggled. “Don’t be a jerk.” With a contented sigh she cuddled closer, resting her head against my breasts. “I still love you… even if you think I’m a big ol’ fat hippo.”

I had to laugh. “Oh, Nessa, you know I’m only kidding. You’re nothing like a hippopotamus. Well, you did used to play around in the mud quite a bit, as I recall…”

“Yeah, back when I was just a kid,” she retorted. She gave my chin a clumsy kiss, then relaxed once more.

We quietly watched the rest of the TV show, but my mind was on other things — mostly, how wonderful it felt to hold my little girl this way. The softness of her thigh against my wrist, the delicate thrum of Nessa’s heartbeat, the mysteriously spicy aroma of her, that lingering image of my daughter’s nakedness… these things and more had my body pulsing with a deep, urgent need to love and be loved.

It would be so easy, I thought. First, put a hand on her knee. Gradually begin to stroke those amazingly soft thighs. Slip a hand beneath that t-shirt and rub her tummy, inching my way higher with each caress. Tease her nipple with a fingertip. Bend down and place a warm, lingering kiss on her neck…

It was too much, damn it. These twisted longings were doing my head in.

The credits were starting to roll, but Vanessa showed no inclination to get up. Finally, I gently patted her leg. “Hon, I need to visit the ladies’ room.”

“Mmm. Okay,” she replied, and slowly rose from my lap.

I got up and made my way toward the hall. Glancing back over my shoulder, I said “Be right back.”

“See ya!” chirped Nessa, stretching herself out on the couch. Her t-shirt was hiked up, revealing every inch of those long, beautiful bare legs. Another prickle of sexual heat unfolded between my thighs.

Seconds later I was in the bathroom, the door locked. Reaching beneath my nightie, I tugged a sodden pair of panties down and off, then lay down on the plush bath mat. There I masturbated, hard and fast.

This time the fantasies were only of my daughter, and I didn’t even try to distract myself with thoughts of Lisa. I was whispering, “Oh, Nessa baby, Mommy loves you, you’re so beautiful. Kiss me, sweetheart. Do you like this, Nessa, like the way Mommy is touching you…?” I was ranting, immersed in images of incest with my eleven-year-old child, rubbing my cunt until I went off in a convulsive orgasm.

Exhausted, both in body and mind, I lay on the floor of the downstairs bathroom, my stomach clenched in a cold knot of fear. My God, I told myself, I’m going crazy.

Desperately needing to feel like I was still a half-decent person, I fumbled once again for ways to excuse these feelings for my daughter. The best I could come up with went something like this: it’s just a fantasy, forbidden things are what fantasies are made for, it wasn’t like I’d ever try to seduce Nessa, eventually I’d get over it.

As arguments go, it wasn’t too bad. Only one problem: these were more or less the same alibis I’d made for myself when dealing with my lust for Lisa. And look how that worked out, my conscience said.

*****

It was about three weeks into July when I finally got to see Lisa again.

Vanessa had spent a few days with Bob — her father, my ex. I’d made plans for a barbecue with family and friends, and invited Bob to join the party when he drove Nessa back.

Our divorce, thankfully, had been an amicable one, and the two of us managed to emerge from the split as friends. Bob was a good man, but something of a straight-arrow type, and in the end, my bisexuality was simply too much for him.

I did enjoy having him visit — especially when I was hosting a cookout, because he could grill like nobody’s business. He’d designed and built the brick barbecue pit next to the patio, and his 80 Horsepower marinade was famous throughout our neighborhood. I’d already made him promise to mix up a few gallons of the stuff for the occasion.

I chatted with Vanessa the day before Bob brought her home, and she wanted to invite Lisa over to spend the night. They hadn’t seen each other for a couple of weeks, and Nessa missed her best friend.

Of course, I said yes.

*****

I was coming out of the kitchen and onto the patio with a gallon of marinade when Lisa made her entrance. Nessa raced over to her, shrieking, “Hey, LISA!” and they did a little dancing embrace.

Oh, God, she was as cute and desirable as ever. But most of our guests had already arrived, and I was busy being hostess and playing assistant chef to Bob as he worked the barbecue pit. So I had to satisfy myself with glimpses of Lisa — splashing in the pool, cavorting on the lawn, traipsing through the kitchen — doing my best all the while to make sure the party was running smoothly.

And the little imp knew I was thinking about her. Whenever I had the luxury of taking a quick glance Lisa’s way, I’d catch her eyes on me. She was good at it, too — her looks seemed just as casual and innocent as I hoped mine did. But in those brief exchanges, it was crystal clear to us both what we wanted. Somehow, I knew that if we stole enough time together, just the two of us, we would be making love.

By then I was on fire with excitement, almost certain that something thrilling was going to happen between us. But when Lisa made her big move, it caught me completely by surprise.

Whenever there is a decent-sized gathering at our place, I always get everyone together for a group photo by the pool. Having set up my automatic camera on its tripod, I herded the pack of friends and relations in front of the sliding glass doors that lead into the living room, then got them to pose as I readied the shot.

I hadn’t noticed that Lisa was missing from the group, but it certainly captured my attention when I saw her standing behind the glass doors, facing me and no one else. She’d changed out of her bathing suit by then, and was wearing a white top with a navy blue skirt.

I was just about to call her out to join us, but the words died on my lips when Lisa hoisted up her skirt to reveal that she was completely bare underneath — no panties, no anything.

Somehow I summoned up the presence of mind to hide my astonishment, fiddling with the camera while drinking in the sight of this young girl’s nudity. Lisa just stood there, stroking her tummy, her pretty pussy on display for me.

I wanted a good long look, but had to take the picture before anyone turned around and caught her. Taking a quick breath, I called out, “Okay, that’s good. Now, don’t anyone move! Big smiles…”

And another quick glance through the glass showed me that Lisa had turned around with her skirt still lifted, treating to a full-on view of her tight little ass.

Somehow I managed to set the camera’s timer and dash over to my place in the shot, heart throbbing like a jackhammer. Whirrrr, click — and I immediately stole a glance over my shoulder and into the house, relieved to see that Lisa had left the room.

The rest of that afternoon found me in a daze, doing my best to give a convincing portrayal of The Perfect Hostess. I mostly pulled it off, though Bob did jokingly ask if I’d had a few too many glasses of Cabernet. “You’re looking kinda flushed, babe,” he murmured with a wink.

Lisa kept her distance for awhile. Perhaps she thought I was upset, that her little indecent exposure stunt was going too far. But I suspected that it was part and parcel of her game of seduction. Because she was definitely seducing me, I knew that for certain… and with a level of skill that seemed impossible in a girl of eleven.

So the million-dollar question was: What would I do when she made her big play for me?

*****

I finally saw Lisa that evening, after the last of the guests had departed. Bob, bless him, stayed the latest, helping me clean up the party wreckage. We put the leftovers in the fridge, piled all the dishes and cutlery in the sink to soak, then exchanged a brief hug before he left, tooting a goodbye on the horn of his Lexus.

Making my way upstairs, I stripped and took a quick shower, where I thought about masturbating beneath the flowing water, finally deciding not to. If anything was to happen with Lisa that night, I wanted my desire to be razor-sharp.

I spent some time choosing my sleepwear for the night, but finally decided to go with the same t-shirt and panties combination that the girls favored. Just one of the gang, I thought, appraising myself in the mirror.

Settling myself in the living room with a tall, cool club soda, I waited for the girls to show, Sure enough, they came thumping down the stairs moments later.

“Heyyyy, Mom!” sang Vanessa as she entered the room.

“Hey, Ms. Johnson,” Lisa chimed in. She was all perfect innocence — a far cry from the bold nymphet who had flashed me not two hours earlier.

“Girls,” I replied with a nod. They’d changed into their nightwear, too. T-shirts and panties, what else? “Okay, I ordered the pizza — should be here in about an hour. You two want to watch a little TV with me?”

Their reply was overwhelmingly affirmative. Of course, they had to make a run to the kitchen for beverages first, but five minutes later, with me on the couch and the girls on the floor, we were settled in and watching an old Honeymooners episode.

I was hardly able me to take in anything on the screen, as I was too wrapped up in the sight of those two perky little bottoms, barely hidden beneath cute underpants. Nessa’s were yellow, Lisa’s pink.

Before long I was so filled with sexual tension that I went to the bathroom, closed the door, pulled down my panties and leaned back against the counter top. I was so hot and bothered that I was able to bring myself to a pleasantly shuddering orgasm within seconds.

After cleaning myself up, I decided, on the spur of the moment, to leave off my panties. The t-shirt went down to mid-thigh, so what the hell. Besides, the very idea of going commando in Lisa’s presence thrilled me to pieces.

It turned out to be an excellent idea on my part… for as I emerged from the bathroom, who should be in the kitchen but Lisa. She was reaching up to a cabinet on tiptoe, her pink knickers peeking out from underneath. Be still, my beating heart.

I drew closer, trying to sound completely relaxed. “What’re you looking for, hon?”

Lisa grinned back at me, eyes dancing. She knew exactly where my eyes had been. “I wanted a 7-Up.”

“Oh, I’ve got cold ones in the fridge.” I opened the refrigerator, and then a very wicked idea hit me.

Turning my head, I called to my daughter in the other room. “Nessa? Do you want anything else from the kitchen?”

A disinterested, “No, thanks,” drifted in from the other room. Good. She wouldn’t be coming in for the next few seconds, at least. Time enough to show Lisa that I could tease, too.

Hunkering down in front of the open refrigerator, I sensed Lisa backing away a step as I hiked my t-shirt up to my hips, fully exposing my bare ass to her. She gave an almost inaudible gasp.

The show didn’t end there, though. Reaching to the back of the bottom shelf where the chilled cans of soda were, I shamelessly thrust my butt up and out, knees planted far enough apart that Lisa was getting an excellent view of my cunt as well.

So there I was, brazenly flaunting my naughty bits to a girl of eleven, letting my sweet Lisa see it all. I felt the cool air caress my skin as I squatted there for a long moment, then slowly, casually stood. My shirt fell back down to mid-thigh, and I turned to Lisa, offering her the 7-Up she’d asked for with a knowing smile.

Lisa’s mouth was slack, her pretty flushed a rosy pink as she stared up at me.

I reached out, touched her cheek with my hand. “Gotcha back.”

She swallowed and her head moved slightly, turning my touch into a caress. A slow grin, teeth catching her lower lip, her eyes burning into mine, the passion in her gaze obvious as an apple. She nodded, whispering, “Yeah. You got me…” Then she turned and padded back into the living room as if she was sleepwalking.

My knees were literally trembling, I was so shaken by our little kitchen one-act. Had I really just done that, deliberately exposed myself to an underage girl?

I was frantically nervous, yet aroused. What am I becoming? Why am I doing these perverse things? Will I take this even further tonight? God, I so want to. I want to!

Instead of rejoining the girls, I lingered in the kitchen, struggling to decompress. My cunt was on fire, aching to be touched… and I’d just masturbated not ten minutes ago!

Okay, Roxanne, time to calm yourself. Think about something, anything else. Think…

Well, okay, there’s the heliotrope that I need to pick up for the garden, Laura said that it really flourishes in August. I need to decide which wallpaper pattern I want for redoing the study, too. Let’s see, what else — oh, hell, I forgot to reserve tickets for the theatre next week! And once that’s taken care of, I’ve still got to get an evening dress to wear for it. I’ll go to Errol’s at the mall to look for something. Maybe the girls would like to come along. Wonder if I could buy something cute for Lisa? I’d slip into the changing room, help her try some things, help her undress, kiss her delicious little bottom —

STOP.

I sighed. This was stupid… and pointless! All the mental distractions in the world weren’t going to keep me from thinking about what I wanted. What I needed.

I’d had a taste of sex with a girl, and now I was hopelessly addicted. No twelve-step programs out there for the likes of you, I told my reflection in the kettle. Might as well indulge yourself.

I took a deep, deep breath and walked back into the living room, back to the girls.

Continue on to Chapter 4

Merry Christmas, Girls

  • Posted on December 25, 2016 at 10:30 am

By JetBoy

A humble Christmas card in erotic story form, offered with affection from me to you.
May your holiday be a delightful and satisfying one. – JetBoy


“Wake up, kiddo,” Amber said to her younger sister, giving the fifteen-year-old a good shake. “It’s Christmas morning. Time to get up.”

“What time is it?” Becky yawned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“It’s almost nine,” Amber said as her sister threw the covers back. “Mom must’ve let us sleep in.”

Becky quickly leapt to her feet, the excitement of the day finally sinking in. “Whooo-hooo! Merry Christmas!”

Although they weren’t dirt poor, a lavish, expensive holiday was beyond their modest means. But their mother Debra had always tried to make Christmas special for the family. She was a single mother who had always worked hard to provide for her girls, doing her best to make them happy. Becky and Amber adored their mother, and tried to help her out as much as they could.

“I love Christmas,” Becky sighed, slipping on a robe for warmth. Both girls usually slept in long t-shirts and not much else.

Scampering into the living room, the girls found it dominated by a large cardboard box.

“What the heck is that?” exclaimed Amber. “God, it’s huge!”

“Look!” replied Becky, pointing at the side, where a small envelope was taped.

Amber pulled the white square off with a quick tug, studied it. “Hmmm… it’s for both of us,” she murmured. Tearing the envelope open, she fished out a piece of paper, then unfolded it.

“What’s it say, what’s it say?” Becky squealed, craning her neck for a peek at the words.

“Gimme a chance!” scowled Amber. Becky quieted herself, and the older girl read the message out loud.

Girls,
I’m away, but will be with you very soon. Don’t wait for me. Go ahead and open this big box, it’s a special Christmas gift for the two of you. I hope you like it, because I think it’s what you both really want.
Love, Mom

“Do you think we should?” Becky asked, running a fingertip over the edge of the box. “Seems like we oughta wait for her.”

“Mom’s note says it’s okay,” Amber said, wondering what could be inside a package so big. “Hmm… it’s not even all the way shut.”

Exchanging a quick glance, the two girls grasped the flaps on the top of the box and pulled together.

“Merry Christmas!” their mother shouted, jumping up from inside.

Both girls staggered backwards in surprise — not only from their mother’s sudden appearance, but because, except for a red stick-on bow covering each nipple, and another placed over her neatly trimmed vulva, she was completely naked.

Amber was the first one to speak. “Wh-what on earth is this, Mom?”

“I’m sorry if I startled you girls,” Debra said, climbing out of the box as gracefully as she could, but still giving her daughters a very good view of her bare body. “But I just couldn’t resist.”

“Mom!” Becky gasped, unable to tear her eyes away from Debra’s nakedness. She figured her mother had to be cold, because her nipples were visibly erect. “You’re not, um, wearing any clothes.”

“How nice of you to notice, dear,” the woman replied, reaching out to stroke her younger daughter’s face.

“W-what gives?” Amber stammered, struggling not to stare.

“I’ve been trying to figure out what to get you two for Christmas,” Debra said, reaching out to take the girls’ hands. “I know that you both tried to only put things on your list that we could afford, but I really wanted to make this holiday extra special. Well… over the last year I sort of accidentally found both of your diaries, while I was cleaning… and, I’m sorry, girls, but I read them.”

Both girls gasped.

“At first I was shocked, and then I was flattered,” Debra continued, pulling her girls closer. “It seems that both of you are… well, I found out that you both are into girls, instead of boys, and then I discovered that you also want to have sex with me.” She paused, letting the words sink in. “So… after a lot of soul-searching, I decided to give you girls — both of you — what you said you wanted.” She gazed at her daughters in turn, then extended her arms. “A gift of love, from your mother.”

The girls glanced at each other, eyes wide in total shock. Their mother had discovered, then revealed their deepest, darkest secrets. Each had no idea that the other was gay — much less that they both lusted after their thirty-six-year-old mother!

Now both girls were being hugged by the nude object of their desires, who was offering them the chance to live out their forbidden fantasies.

“So what do you think?” Debra asked, her eyes going from one girl to the other, praying her instincts had been correct.

“Um, ah…” Becky stammered, blushing furiously, not at all sure how to respond to her mother’s bold offer.

Amber, on the other hand, knew exactly what to say — nothing. Instead, she leaned in to plant a none too subtle kiss on her mother’s full, pouting lips. She made the kiss a passionate one, thrusting her tongue into Debra’s mouth.

As she kissed her mother, the older girl remembered the comment she’d made in her diary, written months ago when she was feeling lonely. I don’t know why guys aren’t flocking around Mom. She is so hot. I know if I ever got her naked, I’d rock her world. God, just the thought of it makes my pussy wet.

Now she’d been given the opportunity of a lifetime, and wasn’t about to pass it up.

As Amber’s tongue tangled with hers, Debra wondered what her other daughter was thinking. She suddenly got her answer when she felt a bow being removed from her nipple and replaced by a warm, wet mouth.

Debra moaned into Amber’s kiss as Becky nursed at her breast, just the way she had as an infant. Now, though, the touch of her daughter’s mouth against her nipple meant something new and wonderful. She felt Becky’s hand slip between her legs — and spread them slightly, allowing the girl easy access to her pussy. She purred with pleasure as her youngest child gently probed her sex with an exploring finger — then with two.

As Becky suckled her mother’s breast and fondled her cunt, she recalled what she’d written in her diary a few weeks back. I saw Mom naked when she was getting out of the shower today. Damn, is she hot. I don’t know why she doesn’t have a boyfriend… or even a girlfriend. Hmmm… I wonder if she’s ever been with a woman before. I know she’s my own mother and all that, but I have to admit that she’s really sexy. Wonder what it would be like if I ever had the chance to fuck her… wow, what a hot idea!

While she’d been unsure at first how to respond to her mother’s incredible gift, the sight of Amber kissing Mom’s mouth like a lover was enough to make up Becky’s mind for her. Yeah, totally — let’s do this!

Amber continued to French kiss her mother, loving the softness of her mouth. Wanting more, she began to caress the breast that wasn’t being suckled by her sister, knocking the bow off in the process. She sighed into their kiss as Debra’s nipple grew even firmer to her touch. Now frantic with desire, she then trailed her other hand down her mother’s back to her well-rounded bottom, then delved between her cheeks, slowly sliding her fingers into the dark cleft.

Debra gasped when she felt Amber caress her puckered rosebud. “Oh yes, baby,” she gasped, breaking away from her daughter’s lip lock. “That f-feels lovely.”

Smiling wickedly, Amber wriggled a finger into her mother’s anus. This caused Debra to slump forward, driving Becky’s fingers even deeper into her cunt.

“Oh, God, girls…” Debra moaned, only to be silenced by her younger daughter’s mouth covering hers.

It was Becky’s turn to kiss her mother, and her style was a bit different from her older sister’s — softer and more sensual, the teen’s tongue flickering in Debra’s mouth like a flame.

Amber continued to probe her mom’s rectum, carefully adding a second finger. She grinned with delight as the tight channel grew hot, moist and slippery.

“My God!” Debra gasped, when Becky gently broke their kiss, bending down to suckle her breast again. “You girls are going to drive me crazy. I don’t think my legs can support me for much longer.”

“Oh, we’ll keep you up, Mom. Won’t we, Becks?” Amber said, pushing her two fingers even further into her mother’s clutching rectum. She immediately dipped her head to lick Debra’s breast, then sucked the erect tip into her mouth, her head next to Becky’s.

“Oh, yeah,” Becky murmured around the nipple she was working on, pumping two fingers in and out of her mother’s dripping cunt. “I don’t think you could fall down even if you wanted to.”

Debra moaned as her hips rocked to and fro, impaling her even more deeply on the girls’ fingers. The anal probing she was getting from Amber was making her tummy feel warm, a heat that was spreading, joining with the throbbing of her cunt to push her toward the heights of rapture.

“I wish I had a cock right now,” Amber gasped, letting her mother’s nipple drop from her mouth. “I want to bend you over and fuck you wild, Mom…”

“Look — look in t-the box!” Debra stammered.

With a giggle of excited anticipation, Amber yanked her fingers out of her mother’s bottom — causing the woman to whimper at their sudden absence — and raced over to the box. She rummaged through the paper that was inside, and came up with a pair of strap-on dildos and a tube of K-Y jelly.

“Looks like we hit the jackpot, sis,” Amber said, holding up the loot. “C’mon… let’s both fuck her!”

Debra gasped, almost collapsing to the floor when Becky withdrew from her pussy to take one of the latex cocks from her sister. The panting mother could feel both her orifices pulsating, moist and ready for more. Lying down on the spot, she stretched herself out on the carpet, eagerly awaiting what was to come.

She watched as her daughters quickly shed their robes, then t-shirts and panties, amazed at the beautiful young women her girls had ripened into. She was the curviest of the three, Amber and Becky weren’t far behind.

Debra did not suffer from false modesty. She knew she still had a body that enticed men, but had chosen to put her emotional needs behind those of her daughters, giving them first place in her life. After reading her girls’ diaries, she realized that she was attractive to them as well. She’d been bisexual ever since her teenage years, but there had been few chances to share pleasure with a woman since then.

Once recovered from the shock she felt at the discovery of her daughters’ incestuous longings, she began to reflect on what a sweet and loving thing it could be if she gave Becky and Amber what they claimed to want — how it might bring them together in a new and beautiful way.

Now they were making love for real, and it was the best sex she’d ever had. Who cared what society said, what they deemed a sin? This felt good, felt right.

As they fastened the latex cocks around their waists, Debra stared at the girls — amazed and delighted at the transformation taking place before her eyes. Her sweet, affectionate kids had just been transformed into her wanton lesbian lovers, ready to ravish their own mother in every opening. Her cunt was dripping.

“How are we going to do this?” Becky asked Amber, playfully stroking the eight inches of her cock.

“Wanna fuck her from the top… or the bottom?” Amber asked, with a wicked smile.

“Let Mom get on top of me,” Becky giggled. “I wanna play with her tits.”

“Okay, then — I get her ass,” Amber murmured, taking Debra’s hand and pulling her to the side, pausing to kick the empty box out of their way. “Get down on the floor, Becks.”

Becky took a couple of throw pillows from the couch and did as her older sister had instructed. Amber then positioned their mother on her knees, straddling Becky’s hips.

Debra moaned as she slowly impaled herself on her daughter’s prick.

Amber gently pushed her mother forward, until Debra was lying on top of her younger daughter. This gave Becky easy access to her mother’s generous breasts, and she immediately began to fondle the soft orbs.

Amber grabbed the tube of lubricant and used her hand to apply a generous amount to the length of her cock, making it as slippery as she could, then dabbed some between Debra’s buttocks.

“Okay, Mom,” Amber said, positioning herself behind her mother’s well-rounded ass. “Don’t worry, I’ve done this before… and it’ll feel a whole lot better if you relax.”

“I’ll try, dear,” Debra mumbled, as she felt her daughter pressing the bulbous head against her anus. God, it had been so long since she’d had her ass fucked…

Soon Amber had her latex cock buried to the hilt in her mother’s rectum. By this time, Debra was panting like a racehorse in the final stretch, trembling from head to toe. Amber gave her mother a few seconds to adjust before she slowly withdrew halfway, then pushed back in. Back and forth she moved, picking up speed until her hips were moving in a steady tempo.

“Oh. My. God…!” Debra gasped as her oldest daughter plowed her ass.

Underneath, Becky was working her own cock around inside Debra’s vagina as best she could. Pinned to the floor, her movements were somewhat limited, so she let her mother do most of the work. The girl groped the woman’s breasts, rolling and pinching her hard nipples as she rocked her hips up and down in time with her older sister, falling easily into Amber’s rhythm.

“Ohhhh!” Debra screamed. Her body began to shudder as an orgasm of biblical proportions shook her to the core. “I’m coming!”

Amber and Becky continued to work her holes, keeping Debra’s pleasure going and going. It was the first time she’d ever had multiple orgasms. When they finally stopped, Debra slumped down on top of Becky, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.

Debra groaned when Amber drew away, slowly extracting that slippery prick from her anus. The girl moved back and sat down heavily, winded from the hard fucking she’d just given her mom.

On the floor, Becky soothingly stroked her mother’s back as the woman recovered from her mind-numbing climax. Becky’s dildo was still buried deep in Debra’s pussy. She could feel thick, warm fluids running out of Mom’s cunt and down the length of the latex cock to drip on her own skin.

“I think it’s time for Mom to do some work now,” Amber said, giving her mother’s generous ass a light slap.

“What’d you have in mind?” Becky asked from underneath Debra, lazily rolling her mother’s nipple between thumb and index finger.

“Well,” Amber said, perching on the arm of the couch. “She came, but what about you and me? I mean, she is a gift to us, right?”

“Good point,” Becky said, letting go of one of her mother’s nipples so she could give her mother’s ass a slap as well. “What about us, Mom?”

“Wh-what would you like me to do, girls?” Debra murmured, lifting her head from Becky’s shoulder, a well-satisfied smile on her flushed face.

“Why don’t you come over here, Mommy dearest,” Amber said, beckoning the woman with her finger, “and show me what you can do with that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Yes, honey,” Debra replied, still smiling.

Raising up onto her knees, she slowly lifted herself from the impaling dildo with a wet sound and a happy sigh. She crawled over to where her older daughter sat waiting, drawn in by the sight of Amber’s shaved vulva.

Once she was between the teen’s thighs, she gazed in awe at her daughter’s pussy. While her own sex had a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair that pointed like an arrow to her hidden treasures, Amber’s was completely bare.

Licking her lips, Debra leaned forward, savoring the moment. It had been a long time since she had gone down on a woman. With two fingers of her right hand, she spread Amber’s delicate labia, taking her first taste of the girl’s pussy. She loved it.

“Oh, shit!” Amber exclaimed as her mother’s tongue began to probe her moist center. “You… you’ve done this before, huh, Mom?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Debra mumbled, without taking her mouth from her daughter’s delicious cunt.

“Oh, God, yes,” Amber wailed, reaching down, grasping her mother’s head with both hands. “Yeah, right there, Mom. Right there! Eat me!”

Amber’s body began to convulse as she came on her mother’s tongue, her body bucking furiously. After a while, it became more than she could stand, so she lurched upright, grabbed her mother’s face and pulled her close, passionately kissing Debra’s pussy-coated lips.

“That was… amazing!” Amber panted when their mouths broke apart.

“Thank you, dear,” Debra sighed, nibbling at her daughter’s lips. “I love you, baby.”

“Now me, Mom!” Becky piped up from the floor behind Debra. The girl was spread out and waiting, eyes wide, eagerly anticipating the touch of her mother’s mouth.

Debra smiled as she crawled between her younger daughter’s legs. She discovered that Becky was not completely shaved like her big sister was. And instead of a neatly trimmed bush like she had, the girl’s pubes were done in a closely cropped quarter-inch wide strip that ran up her belly about two inches above her labia.

Like she’d done with Amber, Debra gently opened Becky’s cunt, using the tip of a finger from her other hand to stroke the teen’s clit. The effect was immediate and positive. Becky moaned, arching her back as Mom’s fingernail grazed the tiny nubbin, warm shocks of pleasure surging through her body.

Dipping her face between Becky’s legs, Debra flicked at the teenager’s clit with the tip of her tongue, then sucked it into her mouth.

The effect was electric. The girl cried out, clutching at the carpet with her fingers. “Oh, Mom,” Becky cried, “GOD that feels so fucking good! OHHHH!”

As Debra went down on her youngest daughter, Amber sat on the couch stroking her pussy, drinking in the amazingly sexy scene before her. While she’d long known that she was gay, the fact that her sister was inclined in that direction as well had come as a complete surprise. If I’d known, she reflected, I’d probably have tried to seduce the little minx myself a long time ago.

“I’m coming, yeah. OH! Oh yes, FUCK!” Becky screamed, throwing her head back. Her body went rigid, trembling helplessly as she climaxed, finally coming down with a loud exhalation.

“Damn, that was hot,” Amber said, coming down to join her mother and baby sister on the floor.

“I love you, Mom,” Becky whispered as she snuggled up to the older woman, burying her face in the hollow of Debra’s neck, her lips brushing the soft skin.

Debra wrapped her arms around her two daughters, basking in an inner warmth that she’d never known before. She and the girls had always been close, but there was no doubt that they were even closer now. My children… now my lovers. “Oh, my sweet girls. I adore you both,” she sighed contentedly.

“So… what happens next?” Becky asked, after several minutes of snuggling. “Where do we go from here?”

“That’s easy,” Amber replied, lazily trailing a finger up and down her mother’s belly, occasionally dipping it into her navel. “We move this into Mom’s bed and have some more fun.”

“Sounds good,” Debra sighed happily. She glanced at her younger daughter. “As I recall from your diary, there’s something else you’d like to try, Becky.”

“Oh, yeah?” Amber piped, one eyebrow raised. “What’s that, Becks?”

Blushing slightly, Becky sat up, reaching for her sister’s hand. “Well… I want to make love to you too, Amber. I’ve been thinking about it, oh, almost as long as I’ve wanted to be with Mom.”

“Wow,” Amber breathed, slowly rising to her feet. “Well, yeah. Sure you can. Wow, I’ve been thinking for a long time about what a little sexpot you are.” She giggled. “I guess we’ve become a hot little lesbian family, huh?”

“Mmmm…” Debra purred. “I do like the sound of that.”

“This is the best Christmas ever!” cried Becky, wrapping an arm around her mother’s waist as they marched toward the bedroom.

The End

Loving Lisa, Chapter 2

  • Posted on December 20, 2016 at 4:52 pm

By JetBoy

A month or so passed. Lisa came to visit regularly — sometimes alone, usually with more of Vanessa’s friends. I found myself masturbating more than I had in years, with Lisa the star of my fantasies more often than not.

I liked it best in the morning, all cozy beneath the sheets, replaying Lisa’s sex show before the mirror in my head. Sometimes if I was feeling especially daring, I’d imagine it was me making her come.

I’d be sitting behind the girl, both of us naked. I was kissing her neck, my fingers toying with her smooth slit while she leaned back against my breasts. She’d gasp and shiver and cry out and go limp in my arms, then I’d kiss her quivering mouth.

It was a fantasy that never failed to make me come like gangbusters. And afterwards, lying quietly on my damp bed, I felt contented… but also troubled. I was a grown woman, damn it, lusting for a girl of eleven — the same age as my own daughter!

It was unnerving, yes. But not enough, not nearly enough to make those feelings go away.

I kept telling myself, Okay, I’ve got this… thing, this lust for a preteen girl. Yeah, it’s kind of sick, but that’s how I feel… so I might as well just ride it out. It’ll just fade away, I’ll get to know her better, and she’ll just be like another one of my daughter’s friends. And I’ll be over my desires, all cured, and no one will ever be the wiser.

Sounds good in theory, anyhow. Problem was, Lisa had other ideas.

*****

Fourth of July. It had always been a big deal in our household. Since we were the ones with the swimming pool, our home had evolved into the place for any and all summertime family get-togethers. (For Christmas and Thanksgiving, the go-to place was my brother Ernie’s suburban palace in Florida.)

I’d had to get the house ready for the inflow of relatives that came down for the occasion, which gave me a lot less time for scary fantasies about a certain underage girl. Lisa herself had been out of town for a couple of weeks with her family event of her own, and her absence seemed to ease the frantic lust I’d been feeling for her. I found myself thinking, Good, I’m getting over this whole crazy obsession with my daughter’s best friend. Soon, I’ll be my old, slightly boring, motherly self again.

One of our family rituals for the Fourth was to put together a huge picnic feast and take it to Bishop Lake, where our town always gathered for a day of fun and relaxation, capped by a spectacular fireworks show that took place after nightfall.

The day beforehand, Vanessa had asked me if Lisa could come along with us. I said “Sure,” confident that I could handle being around her without acting the lust-struck fool. Anyhow, I had my brothers, my sister and all their kids to distract me… and what with the crowds, commotion and non-stop fun and games, I doubted I’d even see much of Lisa.

Our picnic baskets packed to bursting, we all piled into our various minivans and SUVs and set out for the lake. My vivacious sister-in-law Carla rode with us, and she commanded so much of my attention with her hilarious family stories that I didn’t get the chance to do much more than exchange a quick hello with Lisa, who spent the ride doing giggly girl stuff in the back with Nessa.

Soon we arrived at the lake, where everyone spread out their blankets on the shore, then we laid out our feast and tucked in. Like I’d predicted, I was so busy moving around — socializing with family, friends and neighbors, sampling fried chicken, barbecued ribs, potato salad, cole slaw and every kind of cake and pie imaginable — that I’d barely gotten more than a glance at Lisa.

By sunset, things had calmed down somewhat. It had grown cool enough to be a little nippy, so I sat on our blanket with one of Great-Aunt Claudie’s quilts draped over my legs. I was enjoying a moment of calm before the fireworks show, watching the horizon slowly devour the sun while being serenaded by the whooping and romping of nearby kids.

Then, just before the night fully descended, who should appear at my side but a slightly out-of-breath Lisa.

For the first time that day, I took a good, long look at her. She was barefoot, wearing a very cute white and blue striped knit dress that came to about mid-thigh. Her hair was enchantingly tousled, eyes bright.

Oh, my stars… I could feel my body throb from head to toe, my self-control out the window and over the fence in an instant.

“Hi, Ms. Johnson!” she chirped.

“Um, hi, yourself,” I replied, fighting to sound much calmer than I was. “Where’s Vanessa?”

Lisa pointed towards the lake. “She’s down by the water, playin’ freeze tag. I was gonna play, too… but I wanted to be with you instead!” She glanced down at the quilt that was draped over my lower half. “That looks nice. Uh… can I sit under there, too? My legs are gettin’ cold!” She broke into a brisk shivery-dance for a few seconds.

I knew it was a very bad idea… but right then, nothing in the world could have stopped me from responding as I did. “Sure, no problem,” I smiled, lifting the edge of the blanket. “Come on, get under with me.”

And before I knew it, Lisa had positioned herself between my legs and sat. I’d really meant for her to sit next to me, but well, there we were.

Fighting to calm my galloping pulse, I settled the quilt over us so that only our heads could be seen. Lisa leaned back against me, all but purring with contentment. She looked back and up at me, her smile making me light-headed. “I like this,” she said.

She smelled like baked apples. I felt her settle herself against me, felt her bottom wiggling between my thighs. My hands under the quilt hung over my spread legs, just above hers. Suddenly her warm calves were against my palms. She’d raised them, and my hands seemed to naturally rest on her legs. Unable to stop myself, I began to gently stroke them.

Lisa looked up at me again, lips parted slightly. “Mmmmmm, that feels really good.”

“You like that?”

“Mmm-hmm…” I couldn’t resist. My hands began to inch their way higher, ever so slowly sliding up Lisa’s legs.

A loud crack, a flare in the sky above. A spray of color and light. The fireworks had begun. Everyone oohed and ahhed.

I began to stroke her thighs. Both hands, both legs, my soul drinking in the moment. The unimaginable softness of Lisa’s skin. The spicy scent of her. The warmth of her slim body against mine. I was smitten, completely in love.

I barely heard but felt her happy sigh — and then her legs began to slowly move apart for me. Welcoming my touch. Nestled against my sex, Lisa’s bottom seemed to pulse with pleasure at each soft downstroke of my fingers.

I realized that the angle of Lisa’s legs had to be high enough to fully expose her panties, if one was able to peek beneath the blanket we shared. I wondered what color they were — knowing that was a place my dirty imagination had best avoid, going there anyhow.

Lisa enjoyed my feather-light caresses for a couple of minutes while we watched the fireworks, the show now fully underway. The sky seemed ablaze in vivid reds, greens and blues, underscored by the whistling of ascending rockets and the sharp report of their colorful detonations.

Detecting movement, I glanced down to see Lisa, tilting her head back to look at me. Her eyes were alight with mischief.

“Wanna know a secret?” she murmured. I nodded. She leaned up to whisper directly into my ear, and even then softly: “Sometimes I touch my legs the way you’re touchin’ ‘em…”

“You do?” I said softly, my head spinning with desire for this bewitching creature.

“Uh-huh,” she whispered, her warm breath caressing my ear. “but y’know what I really like, the best of all? It’s to do that in the middle of my legs!”

A pause, one in which my heart seemed to have ceased beating. “In between,” she added, giving me a most significant look. As if I’d somehow failed to understand exactly what she meant.

My heart pounded in my ears. “You — you do?”

“Uh-huh… and it feels really, really, really nice!” We stared at one another for a few heartbeats while the fireworks whizzed and popped above us. Then she put her lips to my ear again. “You do that to me, okay?” then back to gaze at me, her eyes warm with hope.

I stared at Lisa with my mouth open, still absently fondling her thighs.

Then I decided, and leaned down to whisper, “You can never, ever tell anyone about this. All right?”

She pulled away again to look up at me, a big smile on her face, and nodded.

“I mean it. Not anyone.”

Her lips brushed my ear again. “I know. Never. Cross my heart an’ hope to die.” She leaned back even further into me. I felt her legs open even wider, if that was possible.

Summoning up my courage, I allowed my hands to slide slowly, lightly up Lisa’s legs. I felt the wondrous softness of her inner thighs, converging toward her sweet center.

Then, before I was even prepared for it to happen, my fingers touched cloth. I had come to a dangerous place: Lisa’s panties.

This was it. I was on the verge of committing an act that had the potential to wreck my life for good. But somehow, my life didn’t seem to matter so much, right then. All that counted was this instant. Me and this heartbreakingly beautiful little girl, nestled together beneath a blanket.

I let my right hand take the lead, the index finger toying with the leg band of Lisa’s underpants, all the while steeling myself to take that first big step, the one that would take this from innocent snuggling to actual sex with a girl of eleven. Lisa took a shaky breath, her bottom shifting restlessly against my crotch.

I casually looked around, making certain that everyone in the vicinity was enthralled by the firework display, then slid my hand the rest of the way between Lisa’s legs, cupping the front of her panties.

And even though I was fully aware of how excited Lisa was, the warmth of her sex startled me. She was hot and moist through the soft cotton, ready for me. I trailed a finger down the crease of her slit.

“Oh, yesss!” Lisa hissed, her eyes briefly rolling upward, a visible shiver racing through her frame..

Alarmed, I leaned in and murmured, “You have got to look like you’re watching the fireworks, honey!”

So she gasped and said, “Oh, wow,” to the sky.

Reassured, I continued to explore my little preteen treasure. My heart pounded like a mad thing as I slipped a hand into her panties, my fingers searching for the delights hidden inside.

A tiny, choked cry escaped her parted lips when I touched her bare pussy for the first time. Lisa was wide open for me, dripping with excitement. And oh, my God, I was so hot, my body glazed in sweat in spite of the night’s coolness. Lisa was hot too, her cunt like a juicy furnace.

She was greedy, eager for more, much more of what I was giving her. That much was obvious when she seized my wrist, gripping it as if she was afraid of me taking my hand away. Fat chance.

I glanced down at her, and a dizzying surge of lust pounded through me when I fell into those deep green eyes and saw the fierce, pure need in them, begging me to make her come. And at that point, I didn’t need much in the way of persuasion.

I began to masturbate her, exploring every inch of Lisa’s vulva. And she was just loving the fireworks! She oohed and aahed and gasped and squealed and cried out with each new burst of color as it exploded in the sky above. If anyone had looked our way — thankfully, no one did — they’d have thought that this particular girl liked fireworks a bit too much.

Unable to resist, I stole another glance at Lisa. And what a vision of young sexuality she was! Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, her mouth slack, lips wet, cheeks flushed. Her gaze shifted to meet mine, and she spoke in a strained whisper, stammering, “M-Ms. Johnson?”

“What, honey?” That was when I eased a finger into Lisa’s tight, slippery vagina, surprised to find myself penetrating her right up to the third knuckle. She had no hymen, apparently she’d already seen to that.

A soft moan escaped Lisa’s lips, her eyes rolling back and drifting shut. Then they flickered open again, and she drew a long, deep breath before whispering, “I love you…”

I wanted so desperately to kiss her right then — to slide my tongue inside her pretty, willing mouth, to taste those soft lips. Of course, I couldn’t do any such thing. Instead, I murmured, “I love you too, Lisa.”

I was teasing her pussy, just the way I liked to when masturbating myself, or fingering a female partner — taking her to the very edge of release, then easing up enough to keep her from coming, then approaching the precipice once more. Lather, rinse, repeat. It was a very effective technique for driving a lover wild.

But it quickly struck me that I might have gotten carried away in the heat of the moment. Lisa was starting to lose control of herself, reacting to even the gentlest touch. Every colorful burst in the sky elicited a moan from her. And having seen Lisa come once before, I quickly calculated that we would need the grand finale to drown out the sounds of her sexual rapture. Anything less might draw the attention of onlookers to the two us, fireworks or no fireworks.

Just as this notion occurred to me, the finale began — so I centered my attention on the firm nubbin of my little lover’s clitoris, manipulating it between two fingers. And as the biggest and loudest of the fireworks went off, so did Lisa.

It was spectacular, with rocket after rocket whistling into the night sky, coming apart with great thunderous bangs and dazzling flashes of light in all the hues of the rainbow. Everyone clapped and cheered and made such a lively ruckus that Lisa’s long awaited orgasm passed unnoticed. A good thing, too… because when she came, it was a grand finale in itself.

When that blessed release first hit, she let out a wail of relief at first, then a long drawn-out cry that started softly, then began to rise in volume and pitch. I felt her body moving frantically against mine, hips thrusting against my busy fingers, her left hand gripping my leg so tightly that it left a bruise I had to hide for days.

It was so thrilling to hear Lisa try to maintain her pretence of watching the fireworks as she came, babbling crazily while I masturbated her. “Ohhh, look, ohhhhh wow, yeah… mmMMMMMMMmm ohhh, it’s… that’s so — OoooOOOOOOHhhh it’s so b-beautiful! OH! Mmmm, oh yes, Ms J-Johnson, I… AAAHhh! Oh no, no, I can’t… I c-c-can’t…!”

And with those final deep, thundering booms from above that we felt as much as heard, Lisa reached the apex of her pleasure — legs quivering, buttocks clenched tightly, eyes squeezed shut and her mouth hanging open. I had her pulsing cunt cupped in my right hand while the left was underneath, supporting her bottom — one finger inside the crack and lightly resting against her rosebud.

Finally, with a huge release of breath, Lisa went limp in my arms. Her cheeks were flushed pink, and a patina of sweat glazed her forehead.

Peering about to make sure no one was paying attention to us, I carefully removed my hand from Lisa’s panties and tugged that short skirt down. Then I tenderly eased her back until she was lying beside we, wrapping her up in the quilt.

When Vanessa came around a few minutes later to look for her friend, I said, “Lisa watched the fireworks with me, sweetheart… then she fell asleep.” And it was the truth. Part of the truth, anyhow.

*****

Before that incredible evening by the lake I’d had a serious crush on Lisa, a secret longing that would never be anything more than that. After that night, my feelings for that amazing girl had become an obsession — a crazy, forbidden lust that had me in a grip of steel. By then, I was bringing myself off at least three times a day, sometimes more.

Those moments of guilt had grown fewer and farther between, too — especially now that I knew Lisa was at least open to the idea of exploring sex with me. Eleven years old or not, I dreamed of having this girl in my bed, outdoors, in my car, a bathtub — anywhere!

I’d honestly believed that I had this little crush of mine under control until that Fourth of July night. I found myself assailed with memories of it in the days that followed — her hungry little twisting body against mine, those passionate moans, the smell, the taste of her! Seconds after I’d brought Lisa to orgasm, I removed my hand from her panties and licked my fingers, savoring the rich, sharp flavor of her cunt.

After that, it was all I could do to restrain myself from inviting Lisa to sleep over that very night. I imagined myself spiriting her out of Vanessa’s room in the middle of the night and into my bed, where I would make love to every inch of her body and to hell with the consequences.

Needless to say, it didn’t play out that way. Instead, Vanessa sat down and snuggled with me while we let Lisa snooze. Soon her parents came looking for her. We chatted for a moment, then I gently awakened the girl and turned her over to them with a pat on the back.

As they wandered away into the night, Lisa turned to give me a sleepy smile that only added fuel to the fire that seethed and snarled beneath my belly.

Packing up our stuff, I got Vanessa, my various family members and myself back to the house as hastily as I could without arousing anyone’s suspicions. Excusing myself for the night on grounds of unexpected sleepiness, I made my way upstairs to the guest bedroom (my brother Jim, his wife and their two-year-old were installed in my room that evening), stripped, brushed my teeth and crawled into bed, where I fingered myself to orgasm at least four times.

*****

My whole world had been turned upside down. Where before I’d mostly been attracted to beautiful women and the occasional male, now I was endlessly distracted by the sexuality of young girls. Wherever I went, whenever I turned on the television or picked up a magazine, my attention was captured and held by the sight of undeveloped female bodies.

My fingers still held the memory of Lisa’s bare slit — its warmth and smoothness, how juicy it grew to the touch. I wondered what it might be like to explore more of her. She barely had breasts to speak of — would it be difficult to suck her nipples, or would I have to content myself with teasing those tiny buds erect with my tongue? If I went down on Lisa, would it be like kissing a mouth? What might it feel like to have those angel-soft thighs against my face as I licked her? How would she react if I parted the cheeks of her flawless buttocks and explored her rosebud with my tongue?

And once I’d had these thoughts about Lisa, it was all too easy for me to transfer them to other young girls. She still held the leading role in my sex fantasies, but no longer held exclusive rights.

In my day-to-day routine, enticing little nymphets regularly crossed my path. The two cuties in school uniforms who passed by me in the mall… a tomboy in flannel shirt and cut-off denim shorts, sailing down the sidewalk on her skateboard… even a bare-legged blonde girl I saw at a neighborhood pizzeria who couldn’t have been more than nine. And when I took Vanessa to see the latest Harry Potter movie, I was blindsided by a wave of helpless lust for Emma Watson that left me with restless hands and damp panties.

I was coming to the realization that I might be a lesbian pedophile. These feelings should have left me appalled, even horrified … but somehow, they didn’t, not exactly.

That said, I experienced a hell of a shock one afternoon when a glance at my own daughter Vanessa had me seeing her in a very different, very unexpected way.

It happened so suddenly. I’d walked upstairs to ask Nessa if she wanted to go shopping with me, not realizing that she’d just come from the pool and was getting changed.

There was my daughter, completely naked. The stereo was on, so she didn’t hear me approach her open door. She’d just taken off her suit and had her back to me, moving to the music as she rummaged through her underwear drawer.

I was somewhat astonished at the first thought to pop into my mind, which was, well, how absolutely scrumptious she was.

To which my common sense primly replied: Oh please… she’s your daughter! You’ve seen her naked a million times!

Well, okay, sure — but not for at least three years or so. And daughter or not, she was stunning, even lovelier than Lisa. Good grief, what a perfect bottom she had!

I knew if she saw me there she’d play the Daughter Intruded Upon, but for the moment I just couldn’t turn away. Shaking that flawless bare butt to Katy Perry, she was, I blush to admit it, getting me hot.

Drawing a deep, steadying breath, I turned away and moved slowly down the hall on autopilot, all thoughts of shopping gone. Instead I went to my room, closed and locked the door, and took off all my clothes.

My body was tingling all over as I stood before the big mirror in front of the bed, the same one I’d watched Lisa masturbate in a few weeks ago. I caressed my breasts, teasing the nipples, loving how they swelled to the touch. They were erect, throbbing, hungry to be loved, and won’t someone suck them for me, pretty please…?

I fell back on the bed, spreading my legs wide apart and slipping a hand down, down to palm my vulva, groping it roughly for a few exquisite seconds before my fingers got to work. No need for a subtle buildup here, just zero in on my eager clit with the right hand, while driving two fingers hard and deep into my dripping cunt with the left. I was wide open, fucking myself like a woman possessed.

I see Vanessa, that yummy bottom of hers — ohhh, no, I can’t, I can’t. Lisa, oh my sweet Lisa, kiss me, little girl, my precious little lover. Let me touch you, caress you, show you how good it is to be loved by a woman. Oh yes, Lisa, you’re coming now — come for me honey, oh YESSS, what a good girl, Oooohhh now I’m coming, my God oh my God…!

That was when the queen mother of all orgasms hit, enveloping me in its crushing embrace. I nearly bit through my lower lip in my struggle not to scream. God only knows what Vanessa would have thought if she’d seen me… or if she knew that my glimpse of her in the nude was what drove me to maul my body like this in the first place.

I lay quietly, the staccato thudding of my heart ringing in my ears. Good grief… what the hell happened just then?

Just when I was resigning myself to this screwy infatuation with underage girls, my own daughter had managed to complicate things even more.

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