Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Note from JetBoy: This story is adapted from a what I recall as a completely heterosexual novel with one lesbian chapter. I plucked it from the original and, over what has to have been a decade or more, rewrote the whole thing from top to bottom, adding extra wickedness wherever I could. Don’t look for deep meaning here, friends — it’s sex, sex and more sex. May you derive some serious wrist action from the final result. 

By JetBoy

It all began one day when I came home from work early. They had to shut down the computer system for some massive reboot management was doing, so they gave us the rest of the day off.

Our garage opens up into the house, so after parking the car, I grabbed my bag and headed for the kitchen, as usual. Upon entering, I went to the fridge to get a bottle of mineral water and drank it down, just like I do every day.

As I put the empty in the recycle bin, I heard something that stopped me in mid-step. There were odd sounds coming from the family room. Hints of girlish giggles.

Curious, I decided to investigate. Our kitchen adjoins the family room, and right above the kitchen sink is one of those little sliding wooden doors so you can speak to someone in the next room. Carefully inching that wooden door open, I peeked through.

What I saw nearly floored me. My daughter Becky and another girl I’d never seen before were totally naked, making out on the couch!

I’d just downed a bottle of water, but my mouth suddenly felt as if I’d taken a big gulp of baking powder. My heart was pounding frantically. I knew I should barge in there and break up this little scene, but I couldn’t move. My feet were rooted to the spot.

Who was this girl? I had to admit, she really was beautiful. About my daughter’s size, she was blonde and had an attitude to her that practically oozed sex. And in spite of myself, my own pussy throbbed just from watching her make out with my Becky.

I’ve been bisexual for years, and since my divorce I was mostly involved with women, though I kept my sex life private, even from Becky. So I was experienced enough to recognize that my daughter was no novice at lesbian love.

Watching these two beautiful naked girls share a sizzling French kiss was one of the most erotic things I’d ever witnessed. The fact that one of these girls was my own daughter didn’t even bother me. Instead, it sent twinges of excitement through my body.

Oh, I’d masturbated a time or two while indulging in fantasies about having sex with Becky, but come on, that’s what having a dirty imagination is for — exploring the realm of the forbidden, am I right? I’d certainly never had any intention of making a move on my own daughter!

The blonde was seated on the couch with Becky wedged between her legs, almost on top of her. The other girl was fondling my daughter’s ass, which I had to admit was absolutely flawless. I couldn’t see their kiss, but the liquid sound of lips and tongues mingling made it quite clear what they were up to. By that point, my panties were thoroughly soaked.

Becky cupped the blonde’s breasts, then bent down to nuzzle them. I thought that watching them kiss was erotic enough, but when my daughter took this girl’s nipple into her mouth, I nearly lost it. Becky sucked the tip, then moved to the other breast. The blonde dipped two fingers between Becky’s cheeks, lightly grazing her anus.

That was when another girl came into view from the side. It was Ginger, one of Becky’s best friends since kindergarten. I didn’t recognize her at first, dressed as she was in a cute little flowery dress and sandals. That caught me by surprise, because Ginger always preferred to go casual, favoring jeans and t-shirts. Her red hair was done up in a ponytail. With her sweet freckle-covered face and little-girl outfit, Ginger could have passed for much younger than her sixteen years. I’d indulged in the occasional fantasy of sex with her, too.

She paused in front of Becky and the blonde, taking a moment to watch them kiss and fondle each other.

“Can I play too?” Ginger asked eagerly, in a childish voice that matched her outfit. She was shyly clutching the hem of her dress with both hands. Again, I was thrown off. Why was she pretending to be a little girl?

Scooting to the edge of the couch, Becky opened her arms. “Sure… c’mere.”

Ginger knelt between my daughter’s spread thighs and wrapped both arms around her bare shoulders. Becky embraced the girl, claiming her mouth in a kiss that quickly grew hot.

The blonde also scooted forward to join them in a three-way kiss. I could see their tongues flickering back and forth.

I found myself toying with my painfully erect nipples as I watched the three girls make out. Somehow my blouse had come nearly all the way unbuttoned, so I had easy access to my breasts.

The blonde slipped a hand under Ginger’s skirt to fondle her ass, while Becky did the same from the front, touching between her best friend’s thighs.

That made me feel funny all over, watching my own daughter fingering another girl, but for the life of me, I couldn’t tear myself away. In fact, it just made me wetter.

The blonde stopped playing with Ginger’s ass long enough to tug the girl’s dress up and off, leaving her naked. She and my daughter leaned in to lick her nipples. Their hands roamed all over the girl’s body, especially between her legs. Ginger squirmed with pleasure while the other two groped and mouthed her.

Stepping out of her sandals, Ginger climbed onto the couch, draping herself across the other girls’ laps. My daughter french-kissed the blonde while she stroked Ginger’s ass. Then Becky shifted her position so she could nuzzle the insides of her friend’s thighs. She tugged the smaller girl’s panties down and off, licked her lips, then buried her mouth in Ginger’s pubic thatch and began feasting on her cunt.

The sight sent shock waves surging through my body. Thrusting a hand under my skirt, I fingered myself while watching my daughter eat pussy.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I’d never thought of myself as especially perverted before, but there I was, watching my daughter have sex with other girls — and masturbating to it!

Then another girl I’d never seen before entered from the side.

This girl, like Ginger, was a redhead. She had her hair done up the same way so they almost looked like sisters — except this girl was big and beautiful. She was a magnificent specimen of young womanhood, tall and Amazonian without an ounce of fat on her. She wore a string bikini top and a micro-mini skirt, and had clearly gone without panties, because that skirt was so tiny that it showed the lower portion of her cunt and the cleft of her ass.

She stood before the other girls, arms folded, then cleared her throat.

The other three girls abruptly stopped their sex play to look up at the new arrival. “Mommy?” said a wide-eyed Ginger. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought you might be up to something,” the tall girl said. “What have I told you about playing naughty games, young lady?”

“I-I-I-I’m so sorry, Mommy, but when I saw what Becky and Lisa were doing, it looked like so much fun,” Ginger squeaked. “I just wanted to j-join in.”

“You wicked child,” the big girl said, clucking her tongue. “I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.” She sat down on the couch next to the blonde — who I now knew was named Lisa. The view up “Mommy’s” skirt as she sat down was absolutely pornographic, nothing left to the imagination. She had a beautiful shaved cunt that made my mouth water.

“Come here, young lady!” she motioned to Ginger, her mouth set in a firm line.

Obviously this girl was too young to be Ginger’s mother, so I figured the two of them had to be engaging in some sort of role-playing game, and my daughter and her friend were going along with it. I was entranced, though also a bit uneasy. It was one thing for Becky to be fooling around with another girl. Hell, I’d done much the same at her age. But what I was watching now was very different from the kisses and shy caresses I’d exchanged with a couple of willing friends. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to break up this little get-together… or even tear myself away.

Ginger got up and stood between “Mommy’s” spread legs while my daughter and Lisa looked on, idly fingering each other. The big girl patted her thighs. “Lie down on my lap.”

Ginger readily obeyed. “I’m so sorry, Mommy. I didn’t mean to do anything wrong. Honest.” She stretched her body across the big girl’s ample lap, her ass up in the air as if offered as homage to her so-called mother. She rested her head on Lisa’s upper thighs.

The big girl began to spank Ginger’s bare bottom. She didn’t hit very hard — just enough for the smack of  hand against skin to ring out across the room. With each swing of her arm, the big girl’s tits jiggled till I was sure they were going to pop right out of that skimpy bikini top.

Each slap made Ginger’s face slide back and forth across Lisa’s lap. Lisa shifted positions so she could sit sideways on the couch facing the two, which brought her mons within reach of Ginger’s mouth. I saw my daughter’s friend move closer to give Lisa’s pussy a long lick… and the young blonde moaned.

My daughter wrapped both legs around Lisa, arching her hips so her slit was snug up against the blonde’s ass. Becky began to grind against Lisa reaching around to fondle her tits while they watched Ginger’s “mommy” spanking the little redhead’s jiggling butt.

Ginger was eating Lisa’s cunt in a frenzy now, obviously turned on by the spanking she was getting. She let the rocking motions of her body move her head back and forth, her tongue swiping Lisa’s clit.

“Oh, God,” Lisa groaned, groping her breasts along with my daughter.

“Are you going to be a good girl now?” the big girl said, pausing when Ginger’s buttocks were bright pink.

“Y-y-y-yes, Mommy,” Ginger raised her face from Lisa’s cunt long enough to stammer.

“From now on you’re not going to run off and play wicked games without telling me first, right?” The big girl gave her rear a couple more slaps.

“No, Mommy.”

“Good.” The big girl began to massage Ginger’s bottom. “Mommy didn’t mean to hurt you, my sweet little girl. I’m just teaching you not to play sexy games with little girls. Not without asking permission first.”

“M-m-m-mommy?”

“Yes, dear?”

“My bottom stings.”

“Oh, sweetie. Here, Mommy will kiss it better.” The big girl bent down and started to kiss Ginger’s irritated cheeks, her hands still busy massaging the redhead’s hips and upper thighs. My heart began to throb even harder when she slipped a hand between Ginger’s legs to touch her “daughter’s” cunt. Then she carefully spread the girl’s buttocks apart with her free hand, then dipped down to trail her tongue through the crack of Ginger’s ass.

“Ohhhhh, Mommy. That feels SO nice.” Ginger started squirming about in the big girl’s lap.

“You’re Mommy’s good little girl… aren’t you?” The big girl said, raising her face from Ginger’s bottom.

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Then show me how good you are.”

“Yeah, Ginger,” Lisa said. “Show her.”

Twisting around so she was now seated on her pretend mother’s lap, Ginger threw both arms around the big girl’s neck. “Oh, Mommy!” she cried, then kissed her. I saw their tongues meet and mingle.

The big girl continued to fondle Ginger’s ass, humming with pleasure as she tasted Lisa’s cunt on her pretend daughter’s lips. “Mmm, yes, sweetie,” she gasped between kisses.

“That’s it,” Becky said. “Kiss your mother. Make love to her.”

A shiver raced through me when I heard the desire in my daughter’s tone when she spoke those words, as if they carried some deeper meaning I was afraid to let myself think about.

You really shouldn’t be spying, I told myself. But my treacherous body wouldn’t move, not even one step.

Getting to her feet, Lisa padded around the sofa, where she undid the big girl’s bikini top. Ginger was quick to respond, kissing and licking her way down the big girl’s neck until her face was buried between her breasts, then took a swollen nipple into her mouth.

“Oh, yeah,” Becky said. “Suck Mommy’s nipples. Make her feel good.”

Hearing my own daughter talk like that was less of a surprise this time, but it still sent ripples of electricity  through my body. I fingered my clit as Ginger made love to the big girl, but kept stealing glances at Becky. It was the first good look I had of her since stumbling upon this lewd display. In fact, it was the first time I’d seen my daughter bare naked in at least six or seven years, and I couldn’t help but notice how beautifully she’d ripened since then.

Ginger worked her way down the big girl’s body until she was kneeling on the floor, face between her thighs, licking and kissing them. Pushing her pretend mother’s skirt up, she fastened her mouth to that gorgeous shaved cunt.

“Yes, Ginger, yes!” my daughter said, sounding more excited than ever. “Eat your mommy’s pussy.”

True, I was stunned by her words. But I also loved them. I still wasn’t quite sure what Becky was thinking, but imagining it just made me rub myself all the harder. I could feel hot juices oozing down my thighs.

Turning back to Becky, Lisa pushed my daughter back onto the couch, got down between her legs and got to work licking her. I saw Becky look dreamily at the ceiling, brushing a nipple with her fingertips. Her eyes closed, her lips parted, and I clearly saw my child whisper, “Oh, Mom.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I was going to explode. Before I spun into complete insanity, tearing my remaining clothes off and rushing to join the orgy — I stumbled on wobbly legs into my bedroom, where I locked the door, ripped off my blouse, stripped out of my mini skirt and sodden panties, then frantically pawed through my dresser drawer until I found my vibrator.

Collapsing onto the bed, I fucked myself until I came, but that one climax barely drained a drop from the river of lust that rolled and raged inside me. Only after three more orgasms did I feel like my jangled nerves had settled enough for me to face the outside world. I took a shower, then changed into jeans and a t-shirt.

Approaching the bedroom door, I tentatively eased it open. How long had I been hidden away with my sex toy? Maybe an hour, or two. Everything seemed quiet.

In the aftermath of my masturbatory frenzy, I felt ashamed for having watched my daughter have sex, then for masturbating while thinking about it. Some of the thoughts I’d allowed myself to have about Becky…

No one was in the family room. In fact, there was not a hint of what had been going on in there. One part of me wondered if I hadn’t simply hallucinated the whole thing.

The aroma of cooking pot roast wafted to me when I entered the kitchen. I made my way into the dining section, still half afraid of meeting one of those girls face to face… those wild, luscious girls my daughter had been coupling with. I cautiously opened the door, only to feel a surge of relief when I saw Becky standing alone at the sink. Her lovers, apparently, had departed.

I sat down at the table. Becky was at the sink chopping vegetables. her back to me.

“Hi, Mom,” she said in her melodious voice. “How was your day?”

“Huh? Oh, I guess it was okay.” I looked my daughter over, still incapable of believing what I’d just witnessed. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of grey gym shorts so small that I could see a hint of her buttocks peeking out. “What are you doing, hon?”

“Oh, I just thought I’d fix us dinner.”

And my heart just melted. The sweet way she said that seemed to ease my troubled soul. Even though she had been doing those dirty things just a while ago, she was still my sweet girl.

“I reheated the pot roast from last night. Figured I’d give you a break,” she said.

“That’s so nice of you, hon. Thanks!”

“We can start with this vegetable tray.” She turned around then to carry the tray towards me.

And then I froze, rooted to the spot.

I clearly saw her nipples through the thin material of her snug t-shirt. Her grey gym shorts were so skimpy that the cleft of her cunt could be seen. She looked incredibly slutty, utterly sexy, and ready to fuck.

My head pounded. My cheeks burned. I wanted to tell Becky to march right up to her room and change into something decent, but my throat was too dry, my resolve too weak.

Her eyes locked with mine as she moved towards me in those skimpy clothes that revealed just about everything she had. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a stitch underneath. But her face looked so sweet and angelic — and she’d just made dinner for me.

What’s a mother to do? I asked myself.

She sat the tray down before me. “I missed you today, Mom.”

My heart jumped into my throat. Her voice was soft, sweet… and sultry.

Becky put an arm around my shoulder. Her other hand touched my cheek, then turned my face towards hers.

The smell of cunt perfumed my daughter’s face. I felt myself getting wet again.

My daughter kissed me lightly on the cheek. Her mouth drifted across my face until she found my lips. She kissed me again, letting it linger until I tasted pussy. Her tongue brushed across my lower lip, sending chills all through my body.

Without a second thought, I parted my lips. She entered. My pussy throbbed.

Before losing control – and believe me, I was right on the verge of doing just that – I broke away, my head spinning like a whirligig. Trying to make myself look busy, I plucked a carrot from the tray, willing my hand to refrain from shaking as I nibbled it. “T-thank you for fixing dinner tonight, dear.”

“Aw, that’s okay, Mom.” She patted me on the shoulder. “It’s just ‘cause I love you so much.”

“I… I love you too, sweetie.”

Becky sat down opposite me. We talked about her day and my work while we ate. I was glad she didn’t make any more advances towards me. I didn’t think I could handle it. My head was swimming as it was – not to mention my pussy. To think of how close I’d been to giving in…

Then as she began to gather up the dishes and take them to the sink, Becky hit me with another surprise. “Hey, Mom? Could we host a… a lingerie party for some of my friends this weekend?”

“A… lingerie party? You mean one of those, those get-togethers where models pose in fancy underwear, and you’re able to place orders for whatever they’re wearing?”

Becky was already shaking her head. “No, no, Mom – nothing like that. It’s just a bunch of us girls hanging out, but we’re all dressed in our sexiest undies. Like a slumber party, only without the sleeping part.”

I was flabbergasted. I could only imagine what kind of a party that would turn out to be, if what I’d seen earlier meant anything.

“It’ll be lots of fun. No boys, of course. We’re going to have a dancer, too.”

“A dancer?” I couldn’t hide my interest.

“Yeah, there’s this girl at school. Alex is her name. She’s really good — has a scholarship to study dance at the U next year.” She smiled at me. “You’re invited too, y’know.”

“To your party? Are you sure you want your mother hanging around?” I said weakly. “Wouldn’t that spoil the fun? I mean, I could, um go to a movie or something.”

“No way, Mom! You’d be the life of the party. And you still look great in sexy undies. Please?” She hugged me from behind, resting her chin on my shoulder. “It would mean a lot to me, having you there.”

“Well, I guess it’s okay,” I said, telling myself that, after all, it couldn’t turn into a big lesbian orgy if I was there… could it?

***

On the big night, I was in a state of frantic arousal that frequent masturbation failed to satisfy. I was nervous; completely on edge. Part of me was terrified of what might happen at this party, and a very perverted part of me was afraid it would be nothing more than an innocent evening of appraising fancy underthings. I was an emotional mess, no doubt about it.

Becky came into my bedroom as I was getting dressed. She was in heels, hose, and a red t-shirt mini so short it barely concealed her black panties, even when she was standing still. I shivered, imagining what it would look like when she bent over. Her nipples clearly stood out beneath the taut material. She looked like a pin-up from a men’s magazine.

I wasn’t ready to dress like that myself. I had no illusions that my thirty-eight-year old body could compete with the youthful frames of Becky’s schoolgirl friends. It was shallow of me, but I found myself hoping there would be a few plain girls there, so I wouldn’t come off like a middle-aged frump.

Dressed in a bra and panties, I entered my walk-in closet to select a dress. Becky watched me move, an approving look on her face, then followed me inside.

I reached for a blue dress that I hadn’t worn in a while, but still fit me. Then I felt Becky move behind me, pressing her body against mine. Her nipples brushed my bare back. She grasped my wrist as it touched the dress.

“No, Mom. You’ve got to live it up tonight… and dress sexy, like the rest of us.”

“What, this isn’t sexy?” I protested. I certainly thought it was.

She giggled. “Sure… but not as much as it could be. I want to show you off, let everyone know what a smokin’ hot mom I’ve got.” She paused, thoughtfully stroking her chin, then she grinned hugely, adding, “Hold on a sec! I’ll lend you something of mine.” And off she scampered.

I was at the full-length mirror putting on the final touches of makeup when Becky returned with another t-shirt mini similar to hers, only this one was done in an emerald green.

“Here, try this. The color matches your eyes.” She helped me slip the garment over my head, then helped smooth it down my body. I couldn’t help but notice that her hands lingered on my breasts a bit longer than they needed to. As she felt along the hem of the skirt, the backs of her fingers grazed ever so lightly across my ass – even, for a heartbeat, over the crotch of my now damp panties.

Her touches made me feel tingly all over, like a shy schoolgirl on her first date. The scent of Becky was enchanting, a heady blend of the gardenia perfume she favored, a hint of toothpaste and, well, her. I breathed it in, briefly letting myself be transported, then took a good long look in the mirror.

I was shocked, but also thrilled. “A-a-are you sure this skirt isn’t too, um, too daring?” I said. Just like with Becky’s outfit, hints of my panties were exposed. I had to admit it, though – the effect was seriously impressive. Honestly, I’d not known I still had what it took to carry off something as daring as this.

“Nonsense, Mom. Just look how sexy you are.” She turned me back to the mirror. “Your tits are still as firm as mine, and even bigger.” She illustrated her point by touching them briefly — and I nearly moaned out loud. “And your legs? Damn, they’re awesome.” She ran a hand around my upper thighs.

God, those little touches were driving me crazy! Becky was practically feeling me up. By then, I was growing increasingly convinced that my daughter wanted to make love to me… but I didn’t have the nerve to respond in the way I was tempted to.

Looking in the mirror once more, I had to admit to being pleased with what I saw. Dressed as we were, Becky and I made quite the provocative pair. We could almost pass for sisters, but for a hint of crow’s feet around my eyes.

“You’ll be the belle of the ball.” Becky murmured.

She kissed me on the cheek just as the doorbell rang, and I felt a sudden twinge of excitement, knowing the festivities were about to commence.

“It’s showtime, Mom,” my daughter said. Reaching for my hand, she gave it a squeeze, then we made our way downstairs together. The butterflies in my tummy were running riot, but I was determined to remain cool and collected, no matter what was to come.

It was Ginger at the door. It helped me to relax a bit, our first arrival being someone I was at ease with, enough to greet with a hug and kiss on the cheek. Still, I was all too conscious of having seen her naked in our family room just a few days earlier.

“Hello there,” Ginger said, her arms wrapped around me, then she took a step back. “Oh, wow. You look like a million bucks, Ms. Hayward!”

I felt myself blush. “Thanks. So do you.” It didn’t escape my notice that, once again, Ginger had chosen not to go with her usual attire of jeans and a t-shirt, though at least she hadn’t gone for the Lolita effect she’d sported the last time I saw her. This time she was quite fetching in a lemon-yellow dress. I couldn’t stop myself from wondering what she wore underneath.

The doorbell rang again while I was greeting Ginger, announcing the arrival of two more girls I had yet to meet, and just like that, my daughter’s party was underway.

As I expected, the other two participants in Becky’s little sex party were among the guests, but several others showed up as well, making me suspect that maybe Becky and the others intended to behave themselves that evening. Just as well – then I wouldn’t be faced with the possibility of crossing a line I wasn’t sure I was ready to step over.

Becky introduced me to Heather and Sally. Suzie, whom I knew as a childhood friend of Becky’s, had the big girl with her… and I felt a touch of nerves jumbled with arousal when I saw them enter.

The big girl’s name, I soon discovered, was Veronica. Becky gave each of them a big hug before passing them to me. I settled for a handshake from each one, except for Suzie and Ginger, with whom I exchanged hugs because I’d known them for years.

Last to arrive was Lisa, the blonde with the incredibly sexual air about her — the girl I remembered so well from watching her go down on my daughter. After giving her a peck on the cheek, Becky introduced her to me.

Lisa smiled and took my hand. “So glad to meet you, Mrs. Hayward.”

I’d gone all trembly inside, but did my best to conceal it. “And I’m glad to meet you, Lisa,” I told her, then glanced around at the other guests, speaking up to say, “Please, all of you – call me Kathy, so I won’t feel like the old lady here.”

Everyone laughed politely, but Lisa just smiled, her eyes burning into mine. “Oh, you definitely aren’t old, Kathy.” She was still holding my hand. Then she stroked her middle finger along my palm, and I nearly gasped out loud. Lowering her voice to a whisper, she added, “In fact, I think you’re downright luscious.”

My cunt began to throb in my panties. Actually, I was already pulsing down there, but this teen cutie shifted me into a higher gear. All too soon, she released my hand.

We gathered in the family room. Becky and I served up drinks for everyone, then we spent a few minutes getting to know one another, enjoying the various nibbles I’d prepared beforehand. The mood was relaxed and friendly, and I soon managed to relax, wondering if I’d overreacted about the nature of this little get-together.

Then Becky stood, clapping her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, ladies.. It’s time to strut your stuff!”

One at a time, the girls began to model for the rest of us, parading back and forth while we cheered and applauded. Skirts were lifted to show glimpses of panties, then cast aside, and the girl would go into a provocative dance before taking her seat. Then the next girl would get up to take her place. I couldn’t help but get caught up in the excitement, though I was still a bit on edge about removing my own skirt.

Some of the girls were bold enough to slide their hands up and down the stockinged legs of their friends. There was something intensely erotic about watching them do that, but I didn’t feel comfortable enough to follow their lead.

That is, until Veronica began to display herself.

She was stunning, with a tight body that curved in all the right places, her breasts nicely set off by an extremely low-cut halter top that left her belly exposed. Below that she sported a micro-mini like the one I’d seen her in the other day, along with a pair of sheer blue stockings. But this time she wore bright orange panties that peeked out both in front and back. Very, very sexy. My daughter was seated next to me, and she didn’t hesitate to stroke Veronica’s legs.

Once my daughter had finished caressing her friend — and lover, I reminded myself — Veronica drew closer to me. I instinctively parted my thighs, allowing her to move between them until she was only a couple of inches from the front of my very damp panties. She loomed over me like an Amazon goddess, a smile on her lips.

With this big, beautiful girl standing up so close to me like that, I could see up her skimpy skirt. As my daughter fondled her very long legs, I thought I spied a glimpse of dampness on the front of Veronica’s panties.

“Mom,” Becky said. “You’ve got to feel Veronica’s stockings. Go on, touch them.”

At that point, I found myself unable to resist temptation… and at any rate, I didn’t want to hurt Veronica’s feelings. So I ran my hands up and down her silky right leg like my daughter was doing with the left. I really got into it, my hands gliding down to Veronica’s ankles, then back to the tops of her thighs, briefly letting my thumbs tease the bare skin at the top of her stocking.

I glanced at Becky, who was still fondling Veronica’s other leg. Her eyes met mine, I gave her a shy smile… then she licked her lips.

My cheeks flushed again, but I teasingly flicked my tongue at her. It felt like I’d been drinking, even though I’d only had a club soda. Becky giggled and playfully nudged my shoulder with hers.

Turning back to Veronica, I had to stifle a cry of surprise when she hoisted her mini-skirt with one hand, groping her breasts with the other. My excitement spiked when, sure enough, I saw a generous patch of wetness on the front of those bright orange panties. She deftly unfastened her skirt, then flung it away with a flick of the wrist.

In spite of my best intentions, Veronica’s lewd performance was turning me on in a big way. This shapely teen hottie was obviously loving what my daughter and I were doing to her legs, and she wanted us to know it.

Seated to my right, Lisa spoke up. “Okay, you two… fun’s fun, but let’s put this on pause. We don’t want you to come just yet, Veronica – not before the dancer gets here!”

Everyone laughed as if that was genuinely funny, and I laughed right along… but the delicious twinge of warmth that rolled through my body told me Lisa might not be joking.

While I mulled over Lisa’s remark and what it might mean, the tall brunette Heather spoke up. “It’s time for Becky and Kathy to model for us.”

“Both of them, modeling together?” said Sally, the girl with the large breasts. “Oh, yeah. Great idea!”

“The mob has spoken,” Lisa announced, then patted my thigh. “C’mon, guys – shake it!”

All but leaping to her feet, Becky seized my hands, pulling me up to join her. Veronica sauntered over to plunk herself down on the couch my daughter and I had just vacated. She casually hooked a leg over Lisa’s, putting her sodden panties on full display.

Becky and I strutted around the group twice, then Lisa and Veronica began to fondle our legs. Before I knew it, the other girls were touching us in the same way.

Oh, my God, what an erotic treat that was. My daughter and I were standing there with our arms around each other’s waists while a half-dozen pair of hands showered us with affection, their touches planting lustful cravings in my already oversexed mind.

Much as I enjoyed being caressed, I felt a bit embarrassed because by then my panties were very wet, maybe even more so than Veronica’s, and the short skirt my daughter had loaned me surely made that obvious to anyone who looked.

Lisa was seated directly in front of us, and she was running one hand up and down my inner thigh while doing the same to my daughter. And all the time she was fondling our legs, she was gazing at me. Her eyes, her crystal blue eyes, bored right into my soul and seemed to say, I want to fuck you.

Those maddeningly bold hands of hers slipped up past the top of my nylons, fingers gliding along the bare skin there, lingering tantalizingly close to the front of my panties… and when I failed to protest, or show any sign of reluctance, she slid her hand between my daughter’s and my legs at the same time, cupping our mounds. I was startled – but it also felt so good that I wanted to scream.

Just when I thought I might come on the spot, the doorbell rang.

“That must be the dancer,” Becky said. “Lisa, why don’t you let Alex in, while the rest of us try to, um, cool down a bit.”

By the time Lisa sat back down on my left, Becky had passed chilled bottles of water around for everyone. That was a welcome relief to my very dry mouth. I was also feeling a bit relieved that I hadn’t had to strip down to my underwear… not yet, at least.

My daughter put a record on, then took the seat to my right.

The music began, and I immediately recognized the song – “It’s Your Thing,” by the Isley Brothers, an old favorite. In fact, the LP was mine, one I’d liberated from my father’s collection when I left for college. A driving bass line kicked the song off, then as the vocals began, a young girl strutted into the room, moving to the percolating beat.

At first glance, I thought Alex wasn’t a day over thirteen. The girl was slender, almost boyish with an adorable pixie haircut, dressed in a ripped t-shirt and skimpy shorts. She was utterly exquisite, a younger version of the kind of woman that appealed to me most.

During my college days, I had a whirlwind fling with a ballet major named Wren, the most passionate and intense sex I’d ever enjoyed at the time. She had close-cropped hair, slight breasts, a strong, slender frame, and was a tigress in bed. Alex looked very much like a younger equivalent of Wren, and the sight of her working it to The Isleys’ funky groove had my lust soaring. That track faded, Becky put on Sly and the Family Stone’s “Sing a Simple Song,” and Alex began to dance again.

By the third track she was down to a thong, and I was a hot mess, my panties so wet I could’ve wrung them out like a washcloth. God, I wanted to go down in front of Alex, draw that skimpy undergarment down to her ankles and take her cunt into my mouth.

Not good. Definitely not good. Far from keeping a lid on my forbidden longings, I now found myself on the cusp of behaving like a shameless slut in front of my daughter and her friends.

I was desperate to see Alex lose the thong and bare her body completely, but after the third number she bowed and made an exit. We all applauded and cheered, and I took a deep, calming breath. I couldn’t help but detect a hint of arousal in the air, and the scent had me high as a kite.

Becky put on a Stevie Wonder album, the one that opened with “Superstition,” then cranked the volume a few notches. “C’mon, everybody up!” she called. ”Let’s keep the party going while Alex takes a break.” She rushed over, seized my hands and pulled me to my feet. Becky began to dance, and I joined in without a second thought.

It was fun, shaking my body to the music. More than that, it was a chance to work off some of the erotic tension I’d built up during Alex’s performance. After a couple of minutes, I felt better, relaxed enough to dance for the sheer joy of it. It was like being a teenage girl again, laughing and giggling with my friends, cavorting in our pajamas to the music of those much-loved forty-fives.

This time, though, the dance began to turn sensual. I noticed some of the girls lightly touching each other as they moved. I wasn’t especially shocked – at that point, it seemed completely natural. So it didn’t startle me as much as it might have done when Becky placed a hand on my shoulder… then as her body floated round mine, trailed her fingers downward to brush my left breast for an exquisite second, just subtly enough that I couldn’t be sure she’d done it on purpose.

Becky ended her turn facing me, both hands now resting on my hips. Not knowing how else to respond, I wrapped both arms around her waist, conscious of an all too familiar heat that began to flare up all over again, making me want things I shouldn’t. My daughter’s face was so close that I felt her sweet breath caress my skin. Becky’s nipples, clearly visible through her T-shirt, gently brushed against my tits.

I could see some of the other girls kissing as they danced. So beautiful, I thought. And so fucking erotic.

And there was my daughter, the prettiest girl there, holding me close. Am I supposed to kiss her? I asked myself. Is that what she wants?

Taking the initiative, Becky kissed me instead, gently touching her lips to mine like she’d done the other day in the kitchen. I recalled that kiss, and the taste of pussy on her lips. The aroma of it had been strong and heady, not so different from what my nose detected now. Was I smelling myself, my daughter, or the mingled scents of a roomful of aroused girls?

“You’re the best, Mom,” my sweet daughter whispered into my mouth.

Then, rubbing her nipples back and forth against my breasts, she gave me a taste of her tongue. A surge of sexual electricity shot through my body, homing right in on my throbbing cunt. It hit like a bolt of lightning, as close as I’ve ever been to an orgasm without actually coming. Sweet aftershocks flickered outward from my center, lifting me to new heights of giddiness.

Becky was openly seducing me – in the presence of witnesses, no less! – and I wasn’t even making a show of resistance. How could I allow this to happen? The whole situation was crazy.

Crazy, yeah, but I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to, and guess what: I damn well didn’t. My own tongue came to life, shyly toying with hers.

Just before I could take the bull by the horns and really kiss Becky like a lover, she broke away and nimbly danced her way around me. Her soft arms around my waist, she pressed her body into mine. Our bodies swayed in time to the music. Her erect nipples teased my back. She was working her pelvis against my ass, and I swore I could feel the heat of my daughter’s pussy right through my skirt.

She reached up to cup my tits, her tongue dancing ever so lightly on my earlobe.

Lisa saw what was happening, and deftly maneuvered her partner Sally over to us. Lisa backed into me, pressing her ass into my crotch. Instinctively, I twined both arms around her. No point pretending we aren’t doing this, I decided, and placed my hands on those beautiful braless tits of Lisa’s, feeling her up like a horny high school boy. The way Lisa ground her ass against my mons told me she was enjoying it, too.

Sally backed into Lisa so Lisa could fondle her tits too. Then Heather backed into Sally, and Suzie backed into Heather. Ginger hooked up with Suzie, and Veronica brought up the end of the queue, backing into Ginger. We all danced tightly like that, hugging and fondling each other in a kinky conga line.

Suddenly Ginger ripped her top off and hurled it across the room, then pressed her bare breasts against Veronica’s back. Throwing both arms around the big girl’s hips to lift up the front of Veronica’s skimpy skirt, she thrust a hand into her pretend mommy’s panties.

I recognized the exact moment Ginger slid her finger into Veronica’s cunt, because the big girl let out a gasp, throwing her head back. She was groping her own breasts through a skimpy Pokemon shirt – that is, until Veronica followed Ginger’s lead – yanking her top off and tossing it aside to bare her upper half.

There we were, all eight of us fitted snugly together, lewdly grinding into each other’s bottoms, sharing caresses and getting high on the thick aroma of female desire that perfumed the air, growing more acute by the minute.

Alex padded back into the room, still nude but for her thong. When she saw us in our snake-like formation, she danced her way up to Veronica, about to join the chain.

But Becky spoke up first. “Hey, Alex, I’ve got a cool idea. Why don’t you dance the limbo through our legs?”

Breaking into a grin, Alex took a moment to study our positions, then nodded. “Sure, I’m up for it!”

“Cool!” Becky exclaimed. C’mon, girls — let’s give Alex room, see if she can make it all the way through!”

Our bodies still pressed tightly together, the eight of us spread our legs farther apart. I noticed Sally taking her top off, leaving her bare-breasted. I was feeling a strong impulse to do the same.

Alex went into the limbo, bending her body backwards in order to passbeneath Veronica’s crotch. Tall as she was, Alex had no trouble getting through. As her head passed underneath, l was shocked to see Alex trail her tongue over Veronica’s panty-covered mound. When she danced beneath Ginger, the lithe teen had to bend her body back further. She made it, though, giving her a lick along the way.

Alex paused for just a second with each girl she danced through — just long enough to lick the fronts of their panties before moving on. That is, until she came to me. Instead of proceeding on to my daughter like I thought she would, Alex knelt before me and planted her mouth on my cunt.

At that point Alex gave up all pretense of dancing; just got on her knees and mouthed me through a drenched pair of panties. Reaching under the tiny skirt I wore, she grasped the waistband and tugged my underwear down, then took my sex into her very hot mouth.

My daughter fondled my tits, all the while rubbing herself against my ass. “What an awesome sight, Mom. Watching Alex eat your pussy makes me so fucking hot.” She traced my ear with her tongue.

Breaking our human chain, the other girls gathered around to watch the dancer service me. Ginger began to masturbate, and soon they all were fingering themselves.

I should have been ashamed, standing there with my panties down around my ankles, allowing a young girl to eat my pussy. And sure, some pitiful remnant of my conscience was demanding I push Alex away and flee the room; shut myself away for the rest of the evening. The rest of me wasn’t interested, though, and I was damn well done with being the Responsible Mom. Just seeing Becky’s friends get themselves off while they watched me get fucked by a teenage girl was enough to drown out what traces of guilt I had left. And I had to admit it – my daughter’s flirting was driving me crazy with desire.

As if Becky could read my thoughts, she began to nuzzle my neck, purring, “Mmmm, Mom… Alex’s mouth feels good, huh?” She gave me a quick, playful bite, and I gasped. “She’s licked me that way before, you know. I’ve done it to her, too.”

Hearing those words from my daughter gave me a delicious shiver. It wasn’t how I’d expected Becky to come out… then again, wasn’t I admitting my own sexuality right then allowing Alex to have her way with me? She was amazingly good at giving oral, by the way, keeping me on a constant simmer without boiling over. By then I was carrying on like a bitch in heat, bucking my hips and fucking her face.

Lisa was suddenly standing next to me, frantically masturbating, her eyes radiating lust. Withdrawing her hand from a sodden pair of panties, she offered her glistening fingers to me. Unable to even consider refusing, I took them into my mouth.

It was all too much. Alex’s lips and tongue, working wonders on my throbbing cunt… my daughter pressed into me from behind, nibbling my ear while she touched me all over… the taste of Lisa’s pussy, her eyes smoldering with desire… I came harder than I could even imagine coming, ever.

I screamed. My knees buckled. The world exploded into incandescent shards of crystal, blinding me to everything but pleasure… the pure, purer, purest ecstasy that sizzled and burned through every inch of me. Luckily my daughter and some of the other girls held me up as I shuddered through my climax, or I might have keeled over on the spot.

The girls helped me over to a nearby couch and sat me down. I was totally spent, limp as a wet dishrag.

Becky sat next to me and put her arms around my trembling body. “Mom, that was amazing.” She gave me an affectionate kiss on the mouth.

“God,” I gasped, “I… I can’t believe I just did that.”

“Oh, Mom, you loved it. I could tell.”

“Well, yeah,” I laughed shakily, slowly sitting up. “I do have to admit, it was pretty amazing. And I really loved the way you were touching me. And watching your friends touch themselves, that was nice.”

“Girls are a lot more fun than guys, Mom.” She held my face in her hands and turned me towards her. “But I guess you knew that already, huh?” She closed her eyes and kissed me tenderly, her mouth lingering against mine.

My hands wound their way around Becky’s shoulders to embrace her.

As Becky’s tongue darted around my lips. I responded with a little tongue play of my own. To be honest, I was so worked up from the evening’s activities that I could already feel the stirrings of renewed passion. As we kissed with a mounting fervor, I felt her hands trailing upward to fondle my breasts again.

In the corner of my eye, I noticed the other girls getting hot and heavy with each other. Most of them had shed their tops, and Suzie was completely naked. Ginger was in Veronica’s lap, feeling her lover up while they exchanged juicy kisses. Veronica was rubbing the front of Ginger’s panties.

I couldn’t help but remember the mother-daughter roleplay those two were indulging in the other day — and how turned on my daughter and Lisa had been watching them – and me too, of course. I thought, Why not? Here’s my genuine daughter, practically making love to me. Surely she’d want me to return the favor…

Trembling inside, I placed both hands on Becky’s breasts.

“Yessssss, Mom…. oh please, yes…” she whimpered into my mouth.

I cupped those soft, supple globes, testing their weight, their fullness. This was wrong of me, no doubt, but I simply didn’t care anymore. Becky wanted me, I wanted her, and that was enough. I brushed my thumbs along her erect nipples, then began to roll them between my fingers.

My daughter squirmed and moaned against me. “Yes, Mom, yesssss. That’s so good.”

Lisa stopped making out with Suzie and Heather and scooted over to snuggle up next to me. She put her arm around my shoulder, and her other hand on my thigh, then pressed her warm lips to my neck while I made out with my daughter.

“Mmmm, Becky,” she purred. “Such a bad girl, making out with your own mother.”

“I like being bad,” Becky said, then looked at me. “Mom?”

“Yes, my love?”

“I want to see you kiss Lisa. Will you do that for me?”

“My pleasure,” I murmured, gave my daughter a brief parting kiss before I turned towards Lisa, who gazed deep into my eyes, plainly telegraphing her wanton desires. Then she crushed her mouth to mine, her tongue demanding entry. I didn’t resist.

As if on automatic pilot, I reached for Lisa’s tits and began to grope them. My God, they were lovely. I couldn’t get enough of those large nipples, so firm between my fingers.

Lisa slipped a hand between my thighs. I spread them for her. She found my point of entry, then eased a finger inside.

My daughter’s lips grazed my ear when she whispered, “That’s it, Mom… play with Lisa.”

Becky’s hands were still busy, both girls kissing and fondling me all over. And the raging cauldron of my cunt was on the verge boiling over once more.

I still couldn’t quite comprehend what I’d gotten myself into — a lesbian orgy with a bunch of teenage girls, one of them my own daughter! But I couldn’t make myself care. I was having the hottest, wildest, nastiest sex I’d ever indulged in — and I wasn’t even naked yet!

As if reading my mind, Becky unfastened my skirt and let it drop to the floor. Then Lisa undid my bra and tossed it aside. I hadn’t bothered putting my sodden panties back on after Alex brought me off, so now I was completely nude.

Both girls bent to nuzzle my breasts, each taking a nipple into her mouth. I threw my head back, a wild cry escaping my lips. I thrust a hand between my thighs, slipping a finger into the steaming cauldron of my vagina.

Just when I was on the verge of coming again, Becky raised her head from my breast. “Mom?” she asked in her sweetest voice.

“Yes, my love,” I panted.

“Alex made you come a few minutes ago. Don’t you think you ought to return the favor to her?”

I glanced behind my daughter and saw the androgynous young dancer smiling shyly at me. The thong she’d worn was now gone, and this sweet nymph was completely naked.

By this time I was so immersed in my own depravity that I couldn’t even imagine refusing. Seating myself on the sofa, I murmured, “Come here, sweetheart,” extending my arms out to the young girl. Alex came to me, climbing into my lap. I kissed her, and she was quick to respond. I sucked on her tongue, savoring the taste of my pussy that lingered there.

Alex nestled into me, and I cuddled her like a child. She took my nipple between her lips and sucked the tip like a nursing baby. I was stunned by how much that turned me on.

Eager to touch that lovely shaved slit, I slid a hand up between Alex’s legs. She whimpered in delight when I stroked her there.

“Hey, you guys,” Becky said, touching my shoulder. “Come with me. I’ve got an idea.”

Gently depositing Alex on her feet, I stood, then let Becky lead us to the large dining table on the opposite side of the family room, the one we moved to when hosting dinners for our extended family. It hadn’t seen much use since I split with my husband.

My daughter patted the two-inch-thick slab of oak. “Alex, stand on this.”

With a giggle, Alex jumped onto the table, then turned to face us.

“Enjoy, Mom.” My daughter placed a hand on my back, nudging me towards the nude teen.

Not that I needed any encouragement. Her baby-smooth sex was utterly inviting – and I was aching for a taste.

Alex’s groin was exactly at my face level. First I trailed a fingertip through her wet slit, looking up into the girl’s hazel eyes while I touched her.

“Ohhhhhh,” she moaned, toying with her nipples.

I reached around Alex’s thin form to fondle that pert little bottom while drawing closer to her cunt. I’d never gone down on a young girl before. I was trembling all over, nostrils flaring as I breathed in her musky, mouth-watering scent.

There was no turning back now. I was far too lost in helpless desire. I had to do this.

I touched my lips to Alex’s slit. She quivered. I kissed the rosy flesh, sampling her flavor. Mmm, yummy.

I began to lick her. The pungent taste of her was intoxicating. I’d never gone down on a young girl before, and now I was wondering why I’d waited so long to try it.

Spreading Alex’s cunt open with my thumbs, I let my tongue enter, then began to thrust it in and out. She was moving her hips against my face, as if demanding more. I gave it to her.

“Yessssss,” she said, resting her hands on my head. “D-don’t stop… oh, don’t stop!”

Pressing herself against my back, Becky reached around to play with my nipples, scissoring them between her fingers.

I felt warm hands touch my body, the hands of several other girls. Soft lips kissing my skin. I continued to pleasure Alex, trailing my tongue through her moist labia. Her honey coated my lips, oozed down to drip from my chin.

My heart skipped a beat when I felt Becky’s hand glide down my belly until she could fondle my pussy. By then, I was fully aware that my daughter wanted sex with me, but when she penetrated my vagina with her fingers, the truth of it hit me like a lightning bolt. More than that, I was rocked to my fundament by the realization that, morals be damned, I intended to let Becky realize her desire. And I would respond with joy in my heart, eager to love my child in the same way.

In the meantime, I had to focus on pleasing Alex. It wasn’t easy, especially with Becky and her friends showering affection on me. One of the girls had knelt behind me and was licking my pussy, occasionally flicking her hot tongue into the crack of my ass. Christ almighty, that felt good.

Hands and mouths were all over my body, but mattered most right then was Alex’s luscious cunt. I sought out the pearl of her clitoris with a finger, then gave it a little flick.

A shudder ran through her body. “Oh!” she cried.

She whimpered and thrashed. I held on for dear life, manipulating her clit as best I could. Down below, whoever was eating me pushed a finger deep into my ass with one firm stroke.

Alex and I both came at the same time. Somehow, I managed to keep licking her until she begged me to quit. Then I stumbled over to a chair and collapsed into it, dazed and out of breath.

Once I’d recovered, everyone was dancing again. Becky had put on an Al Green CD to set the mood. By this time everyone had undressed or been stripped down to stockings or socks – that is, except for Alex and Suzie, who were completely naked, and my daughter who, for some reason, was still in t-shirt and panties. I saw Veronica attempt to take off Becky’s top, but she shook her head. Why didn’t she want to finish undressing?

We started out dancing in pairs, then converged into a mass of bare bodies, swaying to the music with arms around each other. Everyone was hugging and kissing and rubbing their bodies together. Mouths and tongues joined in sweet loveplay. Hands cupped breasts, fingers brushed nipples, cunts pressed against asses and thighs.

We soon started breaking off into pairs, and I found myself dancing with Lisa. We held each other close, swaying to the music.

Her hands moved down to cradle my ass, and I returned the favor, fondling her luscious bottom, letting my fingers stray between the cheeks to tease her rosebud.

Closing her eyes, Lisa found my mouth with hers, and we shared a hungry kiss. I tasted cunt on her lips, and it occurred to me that I had no idea which girl it came from. For some reason, that really turned me on.

Suddenly breaking away, Lisa knelt before me, clutching my hips. She moved in to give my pussy a playful lick, then took my clit into her mouth. I moaned, swaying to and fro while the girl sucked me into delirium.

I got so weak in the knees I couldn’t remain standing, so I got down on the floor with Lisa and crushed my face to hers, plunging my tongue into her mouth.

The lust I felt turned me into a crazed animal, desperate to fuck. I pushed Lisa down on her back and sucked at her nipples — those pert pink nipples that had been driving me crazy ever since I first saw my daughter sucking on them. I teased them with my tongue. I flicked them lovingly. I bit them.

I was having my way with her, but Lisa must have wanted to take control. She abruptly rolled me over and sat up, our legs spread apart so she was grinding her pussy into mine. As we began to scissor, she flashed me a smile that was positively feral.

Lisa was clearly an athletic girl, her arms and legs toned and strong. Propping herself up, she fucked me girl-style, generating a glorious friction of cunt against cunt.

I stared into her sex-drenched face as she pushed herself hard against me. Such a nasty girl – but oh, so beautiful. She seemed to gaze into my soul with those crystal clear eyes of hers and, as our bodies pumped together like components in a fine-tuned engine, she moaned, “I’m fucking you, Kathy, oh God I’m fucking you…”

Meanwhile, all the other girls had stopped dancing and were having sex in various combinations.

My hands were grasping Lisa’s ass as she thrust her pussy against mine. Our clits met.

“Nggggggggfuck YEAH,” she moaned. Her motions became increasingly frantic, the breath hissing through gritted teeth. Then her body gave a hard jerk, and she came.

After two orgasms of my own, I wasn’t quite ready to get off again, but let Lisa ride me through what looked like one hell of a climax. Then she froze in mid-thrust, a whimper escaped her lips, and she slowly went limp in my arms. I cuddled her, tenderly stroking my young lover while watching the others enjoy themselves.

Heather and Suzie were nuzzling Veronica’s tits. Ginger was on her back, Heather riding her face. Ginger had her legs spread, the girl’s auburn pussy begging to be licked. Sally was leaning back against a wall, cupping her breasts while she got done by a kneeling Alex, who was driving two fingers in and out of her vagina.

My daughter, still in t-shirt and panties, was lying between Veronica’s thighs, nibbling at her cunt.

Poor Becky, I thought. Everyone else has come at least once except her. Such a good hostess, always giving, never taking.

My heart went out to her… and then I knew what I wanted to do. What I had to do.

I gave Lisa a parting kiss, then got up to move towards Becky.

My daughter sensed my approach. She raised her face from Veronica’s pussy, then rose to meet me.

We embraced. She trembled in my arms. I tasted her lips, wondering how many different pussies had anointed them that evening.

Hungry for more, I kissed my daughter like a lover, plunging my tongue into her eager mouth. She sucked at it for a moment, then her own tongue joined mine in a heated dance that lasted for a long, delirious while.

When we broke for air, she whispered, her forehead resting against mine, “Mom, please make love to me… no one’s made me come yet tonight, because I wanted my first to be with you.” She kissed me gently. “I’ve wanted this to happen for so long, ever since I knew I liked girls.”

“Relax, angel,” I said, “I’ll take care of you.” We kissed again, and I placed a hand on the rise of her vulva, applying a hint of pressure through her soaked panties.

“Ohhhhh!” Becky cried, “Yes, Mom. Touch me! I — I love you…”

“Love you too,” I said, my fingers sliding through the crease of her sex.

Wrapping both arms around me, Becky rested her chin on my shoulder, her body swaying in time with my strokes.

It felt lovely to pleasure my daughter this way, but I was ready to take this all the way. I guess Becky was, too, because she reached down to seize my hand, then stuffed it inside her panties. I paused, then she blurted, “K-keep going!”

Now I was stroking my baby girl’s hot, juicy cunt, and it thrilled me almost as much as the ecstatic moan she gave when I entered her with my index finger. I was cautious at first, but it was immediately clear that her hymen was gone, so I added a second finger, picking up the pace.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!” Becky wailed. “Fuck me, Mom, g-get me off!”

I could have given her that, fucked Becky until she exploded… but I wanted to make my daughter come with my mouth.

She mewled in protest when I withdrew my hand, but it tapered off into a blissful sigh as I buried my face in Becky’s chest, nuzzling her stiffened nipples through the t-shirt.

When I dropped to my knees, trailing my hands down to her hips, she knew where I was headed. “Yeah, Mom,” Becky panted, “lick my pussy, do it to me…”

“I’d love to, sweetie,” I told her, “but first, let’s get you naked.”

As Becky struggled out of her t-shirt, I grasped the waistband of her panties and tugged them down to the carpet, tossing them aside when she stepped out. I laid my now naked daughter down in the thick shag and knelt before her, my face only inches from the prize.

I drank in the thick, earthy aroma of my daughter’s cunt, letting it drive my lust higher. I was about to immerse myself in the forbidden act of incest… and right then, I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything. My mouth watered for Becky.

I lightly grazed her juicy slit with my lips.

She quivered. “Yes, Mom… yesssss.”

I kissed her pouting labia, then traced the opening with my tongue.

“UmmmmmmMMMMMmmm, oh Mom!”

I touched my tongue to the very tip of her clitoris.

“Oh, God, oh, God, oh GOD–”

I brushed it with my tongue.

“Nggggggggggggod, fuck, yessssss.” Becky was shivering all over, desperate for me to get down to some serious oral action. It was so much fun to tease her, though!

I slowly, slowly entered her, easing my tongue inside a millimeter at a time.

“Please, Mom. Oh my God, please…!”

It was time. I abruptly covered her cunt with my mouth, licking her wildly, my tongue flashing to life.

She bucked violently, her hoarse scream filling the room. Snatching at my head, fingernails biting into my scalp, Becky thrust back at me, fucking my face.

I went down on my daughter with everything I had, then buried two fingers in her. Taking her clit between my lips, I sucked at it. Her head was thrown back, mouth open in a soundless scream.

She came in my face, her entire body seizing up in spasms of helpless rapture. Her hands twitched in my hair as she held me to her cunt. I continued to go down on her, taking my daughter through several wrenching orgasms until she pushed my head away. Becky’s body went limp, her head hitting the rug with a light thud.

I stretched out alongside her. Becky clumsily twined both arms around my damp back.

We lay quietly together, gently kissing and sharing caresses.

The sounds of girls making love all around us was like sweet music… relaxing at first, then stimulating, making our own bodies stir with renewed heat. Becky was growing restless in my arms, her desire grown sharp again as our kisses grew hotter, hungrier.

Twisting my body around on top of hers, I burrowed between her thighs again and kissed Becky’s slit. She was dripping with renewed desire.

She started kissing my thighs, then took my flower into her eager mouth.

We licked and sucked each other in a frenzy, our bodies squirming together.

Some of the other girls came over to fondle and kiss us all over as Becky and I made love, mother and daughter lost in an ocean of otherworldly pleasure and erotic wonder.

When my baby and I came together, it was the most beautiful moment of my life. I doubt any mother had ever bonded with her daughter in a more perfect way. And when we kissed afterward, I knew I was in love with her.

Becky and I are now a couple. We sleep in the same bed, and make love nearly every night. We are both blissfully happy.

The End