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By patty parker_65 (buxom_lesbian_slutmom)

At the end of CHAPTER 4:

Shelly grasps Eileen’s hips and levers her monster dingus the rest of the way into her busty mom’s wrecked butt-hole. The whimpering mother’s rectum finally stretches enough to accommodate the full length and girth of the invading latex wang, and her sigh of relief is half sob, half sigh. After the briefest of pauses, Shelly starts to pump her slim hips slowly and deliberately, her pace steady for the first two dozen or so thrusts. A warm glow begins to spread through-out her wide-open rear hole, and despite herself she is soon rocking-backward to meet the speeded-up, the machine-like thrusts of her teen daughter; Where in the world had Shelly learned to fuck a woman this way? Eileen wonders absently, deep in the back of her over-heated mind.

Without missing a stroke, Shelly reaches underneath her panting, wriggling mom, to squeeze and maul Eileen’s heavy, dangling tits, eliciting additional squeals of delight from her dildo-impaled slave/mother. Each hard, deep thrust brings a fresh groan or whimper from Eileen. The giant prick is now sliding easily in the huge-titted rape victim’s dilated, distended anal chute, and the sounds she is making are combinations of pleasure and pain, instead of just pain…

Shelly’s thighs are contacting her mother’s lush, round butt-cheeks hard with each pounding thrust, making them shake and wobble like big bowls of pale white jello. Almost at the same instant, the climax that has been building in both women culminates in a simultaneous, ear-splitting wail of joy as they both explode in a mind- shattering orgasm that leaves the incestuous pair breathless and almost too stunned to move.

Eileen collapses onto her front, and Shelly, her cock still buried in her mother’s ass, lies atop her sweaty back. The two women lay there, too drained to do anymore then try to catch their breath…


Life in the Warren house goes on as usual; Jack Warren, a successful lawyer of 50, is blissfully unaware of the new relationship that now exists between Eileen and their daughter. 98% of the time, he is focused on his lobbying activities for local coal plants, as well as expanding the family’s personal net worth. In his way, he loves his family, however he sees them more as expenses on a balance sheet than as people who need his love and attention. He still finds the time to couple with Eileen at least once per week, when he is home; when he’s away, he finds solace in $5000/night call girls and the companionship of his wealthy cronies. His business trips now average two per week, which results in his spending less and less time at home.

Eileen’s loneliness and isolation is even more crushing now then it ever was. She drops Jack off at the airport at 700 am this morning, and though she aches to confide in someone, ANYONE, he quickly and with finality shoots-down her timid inquiry about her possibly seeking a psychiatrist’s help. Having built her life around her family and their needs, she never made any close friends, and if Jack ever sensed her getting close to someone, he made sure to quash the budding friendship in the bud: ‘ ” You don’t have time or need for friends, Hon: you have quite enough on your plate seeing to your family’s needs” ‘ … In his world only weaklings need to pour out their hearts and money to “voodoo scientists”; a strong will and drive to succeed are all one needs to achieve personal and public greatness (he, whose wealthy and powerful father greased his way into the most prestigious pre-schools and then into Yale, and whose law firm he now heads, has nothing but contempt for the poor and disenfranchised..) When they first began dating, it was Jack who decided when and where they spent their time; HE decided that nursing school would demand too much time and effort and that Eileen would be better suited for a History or Home Economics discipline:

(“After all, babe, I’ll be the primary bread-winner when we get married; and, let’s face it, nursing’s probably a little high for you to reach, don’t you think?”)

Not exactly stating outright that he didn’t think she had the intelligence to master a more demanding curriculum, but saying it none the less, so that Eileen got the message, loud and clear. Her father, dead now, had belittled and dominated her mother in much the same fashion, so that by the time she and Jack got together, she is mentally conditioned to relinquish all control to the those who “knew best”. Her dad and Jack had been fast friends; their world view is so similar that it was no wonder that John Sr, her father had begun pushing the 19 year old Eileen to set a wedding date less than a month after meeting the tall and handsome tennis letterman.

During a fitting for her wedding gown, Eileen had confided to her mother that she wasn’t sure that she even loved Jack. Her mom, so sweet and in her typical non-confrontational fashion, had simply said, “Your dad and Jack know best, dear. Best to leave such decisions to them”.

Her responses to what her thoughts were on where to eat, what movie to see, or any other issue were, as now, “Yes, Jack”, “As you say Jack”; “No, of course we can see that action movie instead of ‘When Harry Met Sally’; I don’t mind”…from the beginning Jack decided when they ate, where, which family they would spend holidays with, all the MAN decisions, as he put it. HE’D decided that one child was all that the two of them needed, though Eileen had always dreamed of a large brood. He chose their first house, their vehicles, what television shows they watched, their cellular provider, even lingerie (he favors suspender belts and stockings, in red or black, that’s a good girl…)

Shelly is her father’s daughter. No doubt shecarefully studies the way her Dad runs their home, controlling nearly every aspect of their lives, and her Mother’s complete quiescence to him.

Her daughter has made it very clear that there should be no hint of their secret relationship; in public, or when Jack or other family members are about, they are to act like a typical mother and daughter. Once they are alone, Shelly assumes the dominant role and Eileen is forced to submit to the perverted young woman’s every sexual whim.

10am, in Eileen’s bedroom

After arriving home from the airport, Eileen is ordered to her bedroom. There, Shelly instructs her to put-on the bra, garter-belt, stockings, and heels ensemble she chose while her mother was away. Eileen strips and dresses in the purple underwear as instructed, then lays on her bed, face down, her hands behind her, spreading the luscious cheeks of her buttocks so that Shelly can drag her tongue up, down, and around the deep crack, occasionally dipping lower to strum against the lush-bodied mother’s erecting clitty. Eventually, as always, Shelly’s lips browse upwards to suckle and nibble at Eileen’s now veteran anus. She spends some time feasting on that delectable morsel, until both she and her mother are freely dribbling female cuntal fluids from each of their shaven, pink clams.

Finally, Shelly can wait no longer. Her lips remain clamped to her mother’s delectable brownie even as her hands, resting on Eileen’s flanks, guide the voluptuous mother up from her prone position onto all fours. After a last, lingering lick, the horny young offspring straightens her back and Rosie who is kneeling nearby, grasps her jutting ding-dong with a KY-slickened hand and guides it to the opening of her mother’s sweet pussy. Slowly and deliberately, the horny young female stud slides deep into her mom, not stopping until her groin is resting tightly against the older woman’s sweet round bum. Shelly’s hands rest lightly on her mother’s soft, fleshy hips as her own hips begin to pump slowly, rhythmically Her face wet with tears and her whole body trembling, Eileen is aware of a warm, undeniable sensation of pleasure beginning to stir in the juncture of her loins as she is expertly fucked by her own offspring. As she leisurely slides in and out of Eileen’s wet, clutching fanny, she rubs her thumb over the nub of her mom’s clitoris, forcing it into stiff erection, pushing and pulling it back and forth, teasing it, until she moans as the fire between her legs grows hotter and hotter. Eileen is dizzy with lust; the initial shame of cheating on her husband with their own daughter is swept away by the gnawing hunger that is avalanching through her loins, in her belly, her breasts.

As her daughter starts to fuck her more vigorously, Eileen swings her hips skillfully as Shelly drives back and forth in her, the strokes are faster and harder, plunging mightily in and out of her sopping gash. Eileen’s full, heavy bounce and jiggle in their lace bar cups with each deep stroke of Shelly’s big cock.

“I’m cumming… cumming; oh my darling!”, the voluptuous mother breathes heavily. “That’s it, do it to me I’m cumming!”

Shelly rides her hard until her orgasm crests, then, even as Eileen is still wriggling in the throes of that explosion, Shelly withdraws her cunt-juice and KY-slick ding-dong and centers the tip of it on her mom’s brownish-pink pucker. Eileen tenses; she takes a deep breath and holds it as her daughter’s slim hips push the long, fat wanger into the expanding sphincter, while Eileen moans and groans. She keeps as still as possible, letting Shelly have her way. At last, the big mushroom cap is completely swallowed by the tight anal mouth. Once she is half-way in, Shelly braces herself and pushes harder; after that, the journey into Eileen’s soft, pliant rectum is a piece of cake. She doesn’t stop until she is completely buried in her mom’s delightful bottom. Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of the older woman’s buttocks, charging into her with new fury, plunging into her throbbing, damp passage easily now that it is sufficiently loose enough to accommodate all 12″ of the monster dick. The pain has dulled to an uncomfortable, though pleasurable fullness, and Eileen begins moving her buttocks in a slow, circular pattern, while her daughter’s ensconced cock, a prisoner inside her, obediently follows. Shelly, from time to time, alters the speed and depth of her thrusting, but her movements are cease-less, like the ocean tides. Now that she herself can sense the beginning of a coming explosion, Shelly’s pistoning thrusts increase until her slim young hips are a blur as they crash into Eileen’s pillowy buttocks powerfully and deeply. To Eileen, it feels like the cock pile driving her ass goes deeper and deeper with each forceful thrust.

Her bladder feels like it is being poked with each plunge and the urge to piss rocks her body, along with the burning pain of having such a thick obstacle rooting inside her ass. The pleasure that Eileen knows is coming finally crashes through her body as Shelly literally fucks the breath right out of her.

Just as Eileen opens her mouth to scream, her sweaty back tenses and she begins to shudder all over; at that moment Shelly applies a wrenching, milking squeeze to her “balls”, and jet-like spurts of cum are released into Eileen’s sizzling bowels. The big sac of “balls” holds a lot of “jizz”, it floods Eileen’s lower intestine as her own muffled cry marks the sparking to life her own orgasm. Shelly’s own orgasm rushes over her and she yells-out her passion as her thrusts become erratic, then slow to a stop.


Author’s note:

This story is co-written with another author called LL. It’s based on Gilmore girls and is a sequel to Rory’s 18 Birthday Wishes. All characters are over 18 and it’s a Rory/Lorelai pairing so if you don’t like mother/daughter stories you should read no further.


The electronic display of the alarm flashed six; it remained silent – surprising Rory for a second before she remembered it was a Saturday and there was no need to get up. Normally Rory would have immediately closed her eyes and returned to sleep, perhaps inwardly cursing her faulty internal clock. Indeed she almost did return to her slumbers before she remembered it wasn’t a normal Saturday, but her Mom’s thirty-fifth birthday.

All birthday’s were special of course, but this one was more special than most. It marked half-way through Lorelai’s thirties and the slow count-down to forty. But more importantly it was the Milf’s first birthday since she and Rory had become lovers on the teen’s eighteenth birthday a few months before. Smiling Rory looked down at her love. Snuggled under the covers with her hair splayed out like a firestorm she looked so beautiful and for about the thousandth time since they had got together Rory thought about how lucky she was to have her.

As if she realised she was being ogled at by her daughter Lorelai turned onto her back. It had been a warm night and the quilt was only up to just above the Milf’s belly-button giving Rory an unimpeded view of her Mom’s lovely round titties. She licked her lips as Lorelai opened her eyes. The Milf smiled, “Morning Rory. Still here?”

“I thought I might stay the night and make sure you didn’t get up to any naughtiness when I was gone,” grinned Rory back. More and more she had found that she was spending the night in her Mom’s room – in theory they still had separate bedrooms, in reality Rory was only in hers to pick up clean clothes.

“Naughtiness? I can’t think of anything naughty I would do?” Lorelai looked as innocent as Guy Fawkes with a lit match.

“Really?” laughed Rory, “It must have been a different Lorelai Gilmore bouncing around in here last night.”

“It may have been,” Lorelai wasn’t admitting to anything.

“Happy Birthday,” Rory leant down and tenderly kissed her Mom’s lips. She was up again before her Mom had a chance to respond. Not because Rory didn’t enjoy early morning heavy make out sessions, but because today was likely to be exhausting and Rory knew she had to keep her energy, “Now for your presents….”

“Oh, you’ve bought me a puppy,” squeaked Lorelai in fake excitement.

Ignoring the interruption, Rory continued, “Thirty-five years means thirty-five wishes. Same rules as my birthday, except there’s more of them. If it’s in my power I’ve got to grant them and before you ask, no I don’t have the power to make Motley Crue play a personal gig in Stars Hollow… So any questions?”

As she was expecting Lorelai stuck up her hand in the manner of a studious schoolgirl. Rory gave an exaggerated sigh, “Yes, Ms Gilmore.”

“So if I wish for you to read the complete works of L Ron Hubbard speaking like Donald Duck you’d do it?”

“Yes. Or Mickey Mouse or Minnie. Is that wish one?” Rory added mischievously.

There was a sound mid-way between a tut of disapproval and a snort of derision, “Don’t be silly Rory, I only watched Battlefield Earth because it had John Travolta in it. I certainly wouldn’t want to have to listen to Donald reading it.”

“Good, now we’ve got that sorted do you have any wishes or shall I just start making quacking noises whilst reading pulp science fiction.”

Lorelai grinned, “Wish one…”

Wish 1

“I wish to be spoilt,” said the Milf. She grinned and placed her hands behind her head lying back on the bed.

“That’s the point of today,” Rory grinned back, “Now do you have any ways you want to be spoilt?”

“Let me think…” Lorelai said, pretending to think deeply for a few moments before grinning.

Wish 2

“I wish for breakfast in bed, with lots of coffee.” Lorelai said.

Rory frowned, “That’s it?”

“Well… yeah.” Lorelai confirmed, a smile crossing her face, “You’re expecting something a little more kinky? Because you used like half your wishes to ask me questions about my sex life. Questions I would have probably told you anyway, especially after a couple of glasses of wine.”

“Hey, that was all part of a sneaky seduction plan. A pretty successful sneaky seduction plan.” Rory pointed out.

“It was pretty sneaky, I’ll give you that.” Lorelai grinned, “And pretty successful.”

“My point is, if you want to waste your wishes…” Rory began before she was interrupted.

“Hey, I’m not wasting my wishes.” Lorelai protested.

“You asked to be spoilt. Breakfast in bed is spoiling, so you don’t need to waste a wish on it.” Rory pointed out.

“Erm, excuse me, but by that logic I’d only need one wish the entire day because just about anything from you singing Sinatra to fucking me in every room in the house could be considered spoiling.” Lorelai argued.

“So. Let it.” Rory said, almost getting within kissing distance, “I wanna spoil you. I wanna spoil your ass off. So why don’t you just have as many wishes as you want. No limits.”

Lorelai smiled softly, “That’s sweet. And believe me, very tempting. But we already discussed this, I like having a set amount of wishes. It’s like a game. And it reminds me of how we got together.”

Rory smiled back equally as softly and then after a pause said, “You could at least change your first wish.”

“Why?” Lorelai frowned.

“Because it’s stupid.” Rory said, quickly clarifying, “I’d do anything to spoil you. You don’t need to wish for it.”

“Yeah well, I figured I should start off with a wish as stupid as your first one.” Lorelai said, also quickly clarifying, “Because I’m always going to love you Rory, no matter what, and you really shouldn’t ever think I won’t, because I will. I’ll always love you.”

The Gilmore girls smiled gently at each other, softly kissed and then Rory got out of the bed.

“Erm, where do you think you’re going?” Lorelai asked with a frown.

“To grant your second wish.” Rory said simply.

“Ah yes, but you haven’t heard my third wish yet…” Lorelai grinned.

Wish 3

“Before you go downstairs and make my breakfast I wish to be woken properly with a nice long pussy licking.”

As she spoke Lorelai tossed the big covers to one side to reveal her naked body, making it something of a toss up whether the happy look on her daughter’s face was because of her nudity or her latest wish.

In reality it was a mixture of both, Rory wasting little time before getting back into bed and eagerly kissing her Mom, Lorelai returning the affection with an equal amount of eagerness. However despite the eagerness the kiss was pretty short, at least by their standards. Lorelai barely had any time to shove her tongue down her daughter’s throat before Rory was kissing her way down her neck, then her chest and then up the soft slope of her right breast to take her nipple into her mouth.

Lorelai moaned softly as Rory gently sucked on her right nipple before moving to her left, spreading kisses all over the soft flesh of her well rounded tits as she gently suckled at the same teats which had given her nourishment as a child.

That thought never ceased to cause a shiver of perverted lust to slide through the Gilmore girls’ spines, both of them remembering recent evenings in which Mommy Lorelai would feed her baby girl Rory all the nourishment she needed, their dirty talk even more perverted the usual, however as enjoyable as the memory was Lorelai just couldn’t be that patient right now. She needed to feel her daughter’s soft little tongue inside her, and she needed it now.

“I don’t remember wishing for foreplay…” Lorelai sighed softly, hoping Rory would get the hint.

The little grin that crossed Rory’s face told Lorelai had indeed got the hint, the fact Rory immediately diving down between her legs making Lorelai very grateful that she was blessed with giving birth to such a smart little girl.

A long drawnout moan of joy and frustration fell from Lorelai’s lips as her other pair of lips were lightly caressed with a gentle lick, quickly to be followed by another, and then another, and then another, and so on, the soft pussy licking that Rory began to give her Mom both wonderful and torturous to both of the brunettes.

It was wonderful because they both loved the soft teasing as while it was pleasurable in itself it also built the anticipation for what was to come, however at the same time Rory already wanted to tongue fuck her Mom hard, and Lorelai already wanted to be tongue fucked hard by her daughter.

Lorelai held off for as long as she could, which was only about a couple of minutes, but by her standards that was incredible restraint, before she softly cried out, “Please Rory, give me more. Tongue fuck me. Tongue fuck Mommy.”

Rory hesitated. She could rarely refrain from granting any request made by her mother, especially when she referred to herself as ‘Mommy’, but her Mom always came extra hard when she teased her first, and Rory wanted to make sure her Mommy came as hard as possible on her special day.

Then Lorelai presented an argument which Rory really couldn’t argue with, “Please Rory. It’s my birthday.”

Lorelai was about to use one of her wishes to get what she wanted but as she opened her mouth to do so that wish just became a loud cry of pleasure as her daughter’s tongue roughly entered her welcoming cunt, her inner walls eagerly clamping down on the soft intruder and trying to pull it deeper into her hole.

Rory responded by beginning to thrust her tongue in and out of her Mom at a pace which quickly increase the speed while not forgetting to move in certain angles on the in and out thrusts that ensured her tongue would hit all of her mother’s most sensitive of spots.

It wasn’t long before Rory was pounding her Mom’s pussy with her tongue, only stopping to wrap her lips around the hole tightly and greedily suck as many of her mother’s juices into her mouth as possible before swallowing them and beginning the tongue fucking all over again. Rory would always restart the tongue fucking off softly but each time she stopped to suck her mother’s pussy she would quicken the pace sooner than the last time until she was slamming her tongue in and out of her Mom’s cunt as hard as she could milliseconds after re-entering it.

If Rory had been deaf she would have been able to tell her Mom was about to cum from the way her body was gently shaking and her pussy was running like a river. Of course she wasn’t deaf so Lorelai’s words were kind of a dead giveaway of what was about to happen, “Oh Rory, oh yeeeesssss, oooohhhhhh, I’m, I’m going to cum. Please, mmmmmmm, please make me cum. Be a good little girl and make Mommy cum. Oooooo, please Rory, it’s Mommy’s birthday. Give Mommy a treat on her special day. Mmmmmm, spoil her like you promised you would.”

As Rory’s favourite thing to do in the world was to make love to her mother, and going down on her was one of her favourite acts of her most favourite thing, actually ending things so quickly was a little difficult for Rory to do. Of course, she knew she would. After all, she could never deny her Mom/lover anything even on days that weren’t her birthday… and she knew how much her mother hated having to wait to cum first thing in the morning.

Lorelai felt her eyes roll in the back of her head as that soft little tongue somehow began to fuck her harder, Lorelai once again marvelling at just how good her daughter/lover was at eating pussy. She had been incredibly good for a beginner on their first night, now she was just flat out incredible. Lorelai constantly teased her about either having other female lovers before or after they had gotten together, or even both, and while the idea made Lorelai feel jealous it had also made her feel hot, and had opened up a series of thought in her mind which she didn’t want to dwell on now.

Instead Lorelai concentrated on the little brunette head between her thighs, the fact that her own daughter was the one giving her such tremendous sexual pleasure still amazing her even after months of having Rory in between her thighs, along with other places.

Reaching down Lorelai stroked her daughter’s hair lovingly, Rory looking up at her with those big blue eyes and clearly grinning into her pussy as she continued fucking her to climax.

Turned on even more by the sight Lorelai cooed, “That’s it Rory, mmmmmmm, just like that. Fuck Mommy just like that. Fuck me with your tongue. Oooooooohhhhhhh Rory, look at me. Look up at me with those big baby blues while you’re fucking me. Look at your Mommy while you’re fucking her. MMMMMMmmmmmm, you always seemed like such a sweet girl, now you’re fucking me, your own mother, with your tongue you naughty little girl. Ooooooooh myyyyyyy Gooooodddddd, I have no idea that I raised such a eager little rug muncher, but I’m glad you showed me. I’m glad you showed me what kind of girl you really are. I’m glad, ohhhhhh, I’m glad that you’re going to make me cum. Ohhhhhhhhh, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum in my daughter’s naughty little mouth. My daughter is going to suck the cum out of my pussy like the good little Mommy’s girl she is. Oh, she’s, oooooohhhhh, oooooooohhhhhh, ooooohhhhhh, yeeeeeeesssss!”

Lorelai’s dirty talk gave way to mindless, perhaps even hysterical murmurings, mutterings and screams as her brain was fried with pleasure and her cum poured into her daughter’s mouth, Rory eagerly swallowing as much as she could while allowing plenty of it to joined the pussy juice soaking her face.

For a few moments the two women lay there sated, before Lorelai nudged Rory, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“I am?” Rory looked quizzically at her Mom.

“Breakfast in bed,” Lorelai leant over and nuzzled at Rory’s cheek, sticking out her tongue to lick away some of the girl cum covering her daughter’s beautiful features.

“Mmmnnn, yes,” replied Rory. Her Mom squashed into her, lapping away at the juice. Rory let her finish, her Mom might have made a wish, but as she’d already interrupted it she obviously wasn’t too hungry – for food at least. Lorelai’s tongue continued to roll over Rory, like Cat preening it’s kitten, or perhaps a cougar would be a better metaphor, Rory decided. Eventually the only liquid on Rory’s face was her Mom’s saliva.

“Breakfast now. Me hungry,” Lorelai grinned and rubbed her stomach in an over-exaggerated gesture in her best Captain Caveman impression.

“Okay, okay,” laughed Rory as she swung her legs out of bed, “I’m going.”

She got as far as the door and putting on her robe before Lorelai interrupted her, “Rory… Rory… Rory,” she called looking plaintive and lost.

“What?” giggled Rory. She pulled the robe tight and tied the belt, though from the looks of it she might have to pull it open again for the next wish.

Wish 4

“I wish that you don’t give me anything, which is remotely healthy,” grinned Lorelai, sitting up and bouncing her tits.

“So no bran flakes,” Rory said, smiling.


“Orange juice?”

“Bleuch, double bleuch.”

“Lettuce and tomato?”

“For breakfast?” Lorelai looked at her daughter as if she had grown a second head, but then just to make sure she had got the point she added, “Bluech and bleuch again.”

“Okay, a greasy fry-up it is,” laughed Rory. She knelt on the bed and tenderly kissed her Mom’s lips, “With coffee.”

She got up and headed downstairs

“Make sure it’s not decaffeinated,” called Lorelai behind her.


A short while later Rory returned carrying a breakfast tray, two steaming and large mugs of coffee as well as lashings of beans, sausage and egg (fried and scrambled). There was a tomato as well, but it had been soaked so thoroughly in oil and then friend until it was almost black so that any nutritional value had been well diluted. However, that wasn’t what took Lorelai’s interest – Rory was still wearing the dressing gown, but she hadn’t tied it well. It was semi-open, half-revealing her daughter’s shapely body as the young teen walked towards the bed. Rory naked wasn’t a mystery to Lorelai, it hadn’t been a mystery to Lorelai even before they were banging, but there was something alluring about the way the gown hid flesh, before showing small snatches of it and covering it again as the gown slammed shut. It made the Milf’s libido, never quiet for long, shoot up. She licked her lips, and it wasn’t the smell of bacon that was making her salivate.

Though Lorelai had planned what she was going to ask with some of her wishes, she had also kept a number free to use as and when. Looking at Rory with the breakfast had given Lorelai an idea for one of those wishes. Rory had put the tray down and was sliding out of the dressing gown prior to hopping back into bed. Lorelai held up her hand to stop Rory as her daughter approached, “Not so fast. Now for my next wish…”

Wish 5

“I wish to eat my breakfast off your naked body,” grinned the Milf.

For a moment Rory stood still, before her lips rose to match her Mom’s smile; “Now that’s a wish I wasn’t expecting.”

“Life is full of surprises,” said Lorelai gravely, before smiling again, “Lie on the bed and I’ll serve.”

Rory did as she was told, lying down as her Mom drank at her coffee. Lorelai wasn’t in a hurry. She was starting to feel caffeine deprived so she took the chance to drain the mug and also to let the food cool enough that it wouldn’t scald – eating off her daughter’s naked body would be kinky enough without giving her first-degree burns. It also gave her a chance to take a good look at Rory’s slender teen frame, the flawless skin, the flesh untouched by excess fat, the smooth slit, with its touch of pink and the firm, but malleable titties. The sight made her hungry, inside her stomach it seemed gremlins growled lustfully – thumping against the wall and demanding their fill of teen pussy.

“Okay,” Lorelai smiled, “Let’s see what shall I have for breakfast?”

The fried egg split as Lorelai deposited it just above Rory’s belly button, the yoke running down her tummy to slide over the cunt. Rory started to reached for a tissue, but Lorelai stopped her, “Hey, I think my wish was to eat breakfast off you, not eat breakfast apart from my egg.”

“Sure, Mom,” Rory nodded dutifully, “It’s just a bit sticky down there.”

“Really?” asked Lorelai, smiling. She picked up the sausage and bit lightly into it, so that it was held between her teeth, but not enough that it was split in half. She lowered her head and rubbed it through the yoke, covering the meat in the yellow liquid. Once it was well coated she lifted her head and reversed the sausage so that the yokey side was in her mouth. She bit down, sharp enough to break the sausage in half. She quickly chewed and swallowed. She took the remaining half of the sausage between her fingers and ran it through the yoke. Rory giggled as the warm sausage was dipped down into her pussy to pick up some of the yoke there. Lorelai brought it up to her mouth and sensually ate it, egg, sausage with just a touch of girl cum.

“Yummy,” the Milf licked her lips and looked down at Rory, “You’ve still got some yoke on you,” she said smiling.

Before Rory had worked out what to say in reply Lorelai had bent over her again and was licking away the yoke. The Milf’s tongue slowly, lovingly, teasingly ran over Rory’s flesh cleaning away the egg. When it got to the pussy Lorelai pushed her tongue in. Rory gasped and straightened up as Lorelai’s tongue swished round and round her hole, lapping up not just egg yoke, but pussy juice as well. As she was licking Lorelai looked up at her daughter, it was obvious that she knew full well that washing yoke from Rory’s clit was doing other things to the teen as well. But Lorelai had other plans for her daughter, so a tease was enough. She withdrew her head and smiled, “Tasty…”

“Glad you like it,” said Rory in response.

“Scrambled egg next,” said Lorelai. She picked up the plate and pushed the egg into a pile on Rory’s stomach. She picked up a fork and began to eat, sometimes accidentally pronging Rory just sharply enough to make the teen give little squeaks and for her to bounce on the bed. Lorelai had to admit that Rory was a dab hand at cooking and she wondered if she should get Rory to do it more often, especially if she could talk her delicious daughter to act as a plate at the same time. Scooping up the last of the scrambled egg, Lorelai patted her mouth with a serviette, “MMnnn, lovely. Now for the beans…”

Rory gave a squeal as her Mom poured the warm beans over her pert teen tits. The beans dripped down into her cleavage and down her chest. Lorelai grinned and began to scoop them up with her fork, sliding the metal seductively over Rory’s flesh as she did so. The teen shivered and giggled at the touch, whilst it wasn’t the normal way to eat breakfast in bed there was something sexy about allowing her Mom to eat off her, a bit domineering, a bit kinky, all in all a bit Gilmory…

Soon there was only one bean left, Lorelai chased it all the way down Rory’s stomach, unable to get it on the fork. It was only when it slid past her waist and banged into her daughter’s pussy lips was Lorelai able to get any traction and spear it with her fork. She lifted it to her mouth and gave a smile, “Delicious…”

“Glad you liked, I want to spoil you,” Rory sat up on her elbows.

“Have I mentioned how much I like tomato ketchup,” said Lorelai as she leaned forward. Her tongue pushed down onto her daughter’s flesh and she began to lick. Like the yoke, the ketchup was washed away by the Milf”s lappings and like with the yoke the tongue also had a positive effect on Rory. The teen fell back and groaned, enjoying the touch of her Mom’s tongue, on her belly, her waist, her tits. In slid between her cleavage, down into her belly button and teased at her pussy lips with mere dabs.

“Oh…oh… oh…” Rory giggled as her Mom licked and washed every inch of her tits, wiping them so clean that if they hadn’t already been used for a meal you could have eaten of them.

Lorelai raised her head and smiled, “The scrambled egg was a little peppery…”

“If I’d known where you were planning to put it I’d have just left it runny,” giggled Rory, “and made you lick it all up.”

“Maybe next time.” Lorelai said as she rolled onto her side so she was lying next to her daughter, “Hm, I know it’s my birthday and all, but being the fabulous and gracious mother that I am I’ll let you go first seeing as you’re all sticky.”

“You’re… you’re not going to join me?” Rory blinked.

Shared showers had become something of a tradition in the Gilmore household, the only exceptions being when one of them was running late, and even then tidiness was the preferred option over skipping some quality mother-daughter shower time.

“Nope.” Lorelai shrugged.

“But… why?” Rory asked, lost for words.

“Because if I do… I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.” Lorelai said softly.

“And since when was that a bad thing?” Rory argued.

“Well, that really depends on your philosophy… definitely a few years ago, but it’s not a philosophical thing or not wanting to thing or anything like that, I just want you to save your energy for later, and that’s not going to happen if I take a shower with you.” Lorelai explained, “Hell, I can barely keep my hands off you when you’re not all naked and wet.”

Rory smiled, kissed her Mom softly and got out of bed, “Fine, but I am so getting you back for this on my next birthday.”

Lorelai recognised the teasing tone in her daughter’s voice and returned it in kind when she fired back with, “Oh yeah, well we’ve got Mother’s Day before that, and then my birthday again shortly after yours so I’d be careful about threatening me if I were you.”

Ignoring her mother Rory marched out of the room to the bathroom, Lorelai following her the whole way.

“And let’s not forget that there’s all kinds of things I could make you do today.” Lorelai continued, stopping only to open her mouth and let out a sharp cry of pretend annoyance as Rory turned around just long enough to stick out her tongue at her before slamming the bathroom door shut, “Oh you little… you know what, no masturbating in there. And I’m going to stand here talking about your grandmother just to make sure you don’t try anything.”

“Do what you have too.” Rory said dismissively as she took her shower. The conversation she had with her Mom not enough to make her any less horny after being Lorelai’s breakfast plate, but like the good little Mommy’s girl she was Rory kept her hands to herself, while hoping she wouldn’t have to for very long.


“Awww, sweetie.” A freshly showered and dressed Lorelai beamed at the sight that greeted her as she entered the kitchen, “You shouldn’t have.”

“Well if you don’t want it…” Rory began.

“Are you kidding? It’s my birthday, I’m just being polite. Give me, give me, give me.” Lorelai said, sitting down next to Rory and grabbing the precious, precious coffee, sniffing it like her mother did a fine wine, before gently slipping it.

“You know I make coffee for you all the time, right?” Rory pouted.

“That’s why I have a kid. Well, that and other things.” Lorelai grinned.

“Yeah, well, my point is this isn’t exactly spoiling you and I’d like to rectify that…” Rory began.

“Are you sure you just don’t want an excuse to cum after I left you with blue balls this morning?” Lorelai interrupted.

“I don’t have balls, blue or otherwise.” Rory pointed out, continuing before Lorelai had the chance to further the silliness, “But no, I just… wanna spoil my lover on her birthday. Is that so much to ask?”

“No.” Lorelai said, the tone of the room getting serious, “But that’s something I wanted to talk to you about…”

Wish 6

“I wish you’d tell me how you feel about our relationship.” Lorelai said softly.

Rory frowned, “What do you mean?”

“Well… how do you feel, about us.” Lorelai tried to clarify, “I mean, it’s been a few months now, and it’s been great, but we haven’t really had the relationship talk, and I thought we could you know, have it.”

“Oh, well… I…” Rory stammered, not totally sure what to say, “I love you. And not just your my Mom love you. I’m in love with you. I’ve always been in love with you. The last few months, it’s been heaven, and I know that without moving somewhere completely different I can’t just hold your hand in public, but I want too. I… I want it all with you… if, if you do.”

Lorelai couldn’t help but smile softly as Rory looked at her hopefully.

This was far from the first time Rory had declared her undying love, in fact it was a pretty regular occurrence, but Lorelai never tired of hearing it. Of course, while Lorelai wanted to return the declaration there were still some questions that needed to be asked first. So…

Wish 7

“I wish you’d tell me whether you still think about being with a boy.” Lorelai said, after taking a deep breath.

“What?” Rory exclaimed.

“Don’t get mad sweetie, I just…” Lorelai stammered, “I just want to cover all the base’s before we rush into anything.”

“Who’s rushing into anything? I never said anything about rushing into anything. We don’t have to rush. We don’t have to rush at all.” Rory said at lightning speed, suddenly worried that maybe her Mom was having second thoughts about their situation, “Is it because I called you my lover? Because I can take that back and we can just be unlabelled again.”

“Rory, Rory, stop.” Lorelai said softly, calming her daughter down, “I liked you calling me that.”

“Really?” Rory beamed.

“Really.” Lorelai confirmed, “But honey, I need you to answer the question.”

Rory looked thoughtful and then replied, “I… no. I mean, I hadn’t really thought about the fact that I hadn’t thought about it until now, but I haven’t.”

“Now that you’re thinking about it, would you want to be with a boy again?” Lorelai asked.

“Over you? Never.” Rory replied quickly.

“If I wasn’t in the picture.” Lorelai said, and then when she saw the panicked look on her daughter’s face quickly added, “I’m not saying I’m not, or I’m not going to be, just please, for me, really try and picture it.”

There was a pause, Rory really trying to picture herself with a guy. First it was some faceless man, then it was one of her ex-boyfriends, and then finally male celebrities which before she could remember having at least a passing interest in, all with the same result.

“No.” Rory said like it was a revelation, and it actually was, “After being with you I couldn’t go back to guys. Not ever.”

“So…” Lorelai began.

“Am I a lesbian?” Rory finished for her, “Yes… yes, I guess I am.” Rory then grinned, “You made me a lesbian. My Mommy made me a lesbian.”

She wasn’t expecting the cushion to be swung at her. The teen gave a shriek of surprise and then fled round the sofa, being chased by her Mom swinging. Lorelai managed a few light blows, but mainly Rory kept out of reach, making sure there was always some furniture between the two of them. The two of them were laughing and squealing, like small children as Rory hopped out of the way of another swing. But this time instead of racing round behind the couch she dropped onto it, Lorelai dropped beside her, still laughing. She slid her arm round Rory’s shoulder and hugged her close.

Wish 8

“I wish to know if you still think about being with another girl, you know, apart from me,” Lorelai asked. She stroked Rory’s hair as she waited for an answer.

Rory was quiet for a moment, she fidgetted uncomfortably, but Lorelai’s arm was firm round her. Anyway it was a wish and rules said she should answer. However, before she could speak Lorelai sensing there was some discomfort spoke gently, “Rory, I asked the question, so if it’s an answer I don’t want I’ve only myself to blame. Whatever you say I’ll always love you.”

“So no pressure,” Rory tried to force a smile.

“No pressure.”

“Sometimes, when we’re watching threesome porn or after we’ve fu… had sex and you’re asleep I do fantasise. Not really about me being on my own with another girl, but about having sex with one in front of you and making you hot, so you do me so hard afterwards. And sometimes you and this other girl take me together, sandwiching me as you use both my holes. But I also fantasise about me and someone else sharing you, you’re lying under me as I ram you and this other girl is taking your other hole. You asked…” Rory went deep red.

Lorelai frowned and then laughed, “Rory, is that what you’re worried about? That sometimes you have sexual fantasies? We all have them and I bet mine are weirder than yours – did I mention the one I had about Sookie and Mrs Lane… now that was freaky. And I’m glad you’ve thought about sharing me with someone else…”

“You are?” asked Rory in a little girl voice. She brightened as her Mom smiled at her.

“I am and…”

Wish 9

“…I wish to make your fantasies a reality” grinned Lorelai.

Rory’s mouth opened and closed in a passable imitation of a goldfish. It took a few moments for her to get her voice back, “You do?”

It came out as a bit of a squeak. Lorelai smiled again and leaning over Rory tenderly tapped her lips with hers. She drew back slightly, so that she filled Rory’s vision whilst at the same time had air to speak, “They’re my fantasises as well, Rory.”

“They are?” Rory smiled a little more confidently now it seemed her fantasy wasn’t as horrible and relationship ruining as she feared.

“Oh yes,” Lorelai nodded, “I love having sex with you and just you, but sometimes I want a little spice as well my sugar. I’ve got this vision of getting fucked by you and… a friend. Both of you stuffing my holes full of dildo until I’m screaming and squirting your girl juices all over me. Does that sound hot?”

“It does,” agreed Rory and bit her lip nervously. She paused for a moment and suddenly smiled, “Okay as its your birthday wish, let’s go for it. What do we do – hire an escort? If so you’ll have to pay unless she’s around a dollar fifty and that would be way too cheap for you.”

“Don’t worry,” laughed Lorelai, “I have a plan.”

Wish 10

“I wish you’d ring up Lane and invite her over.” Lorelai said after a brief pause. Seeing the expression on her daughter’s face she smiled coyly and added, “Don’t worry, she’s expecting your call.”

If anything this only served to make Rory look more bewildered. If the expression hadn’t been so adorable Lorelai would have explained herself further, and in truth planned to after Rory flipped out.

Going against what her mother was expecting Rory didn’t flip, or flop, or anything except reach for the phone and quickly hitting speed dial.

There was a barely a second ring before Rory heard a familiar voice say, “Hello…”

“Lane… hi…” Rory said softly.

There was silence, then Lane said, “It’s weird. Too weird. Right?”

“I…” Rory barely got out.

“I mean it’s not that weird for me. Well it is weird, the whole situation is weird, but it’s not too weird for me, you know?” Lane barely paused for breath.

“I guess…” Rory said.

“But if it’s too weird for you we can just forget it. I mean, your Mom is so sure you’d be okay with this, but if you’re not I’ll understand.” Lane finally finished clarifying herself.

“No, it’s fine. I’m fine. Everything is fine. Or, okay, or whatever. Just… come over.” Rory stammered.

“No problem.” Lane said, “I’m half way to your house anyway… actually I’ve been going back and forth to your place because I didn’t know when you’d call, or even if you’d call, and I changed like half a dozen times because your Mom said dress sexy but I’m not even sure how to be straight sexy so I have no clue about lesbian sexy, I mean is it any different from… I’m rambling. I’m rambling aren’t I? Rambling isn’t sexy. Okay, forget this part of the call. Okay? Erm… bye.”

With that the line went dead and Rory was left staring at her Mom who was looking at her nervously.

Wish 11

“I wish you to be happy.” Lorelai said, before clarifying, “I want you to be happy. So if at any point today you feel uncomfortable tell me and we’ll stop.”

“You don’t need to use up a wish for that.” Rory assured, “I’m fine.”

“But if you’re not I want you to be honest and tell me, okay?” Lorelai pressed.

“Okay.” Rory shrugged.

“Okay.” Lorelai nodded, “The wish stands.”

“Fine. It’s your day, use your wishes however you want, and I’ll do them.” Rory said, quickly adding before Lorelai got the chance, “Unless I’m not okay with them.”

Even if Rory wasn’t okay with them she would try to push through it because she desperately wanted to make her Mom happy on her special day, but despite the initial shock a threesome with her best friend didn’t exactly sound entirely unappealing. A little weird, and potentially very awkward, but also potentially very fun.

A slightly uncomfortable silence fell between the Gilmore girls which was almost unprecedented as they were both rarely silent for long and almost never felt uncomfortable around each other.

“I thought it would be better to have a threesome with someone you knew instead of a total stranger.” Lorelai said quickly in an attempt to end the uncomfortable silence. She at least succeeded in lessening the uncomfortableness as Rory smiled softly at her, prompting Lorelai to continue, “Besides I thought it would be nice to throw poor Lane a bone given her massive crush on you.”

“What!?” Rory exclaimed, “No, Lane doesn’t have a crush on me.”

“Awww, sweetie.” Lorelai said softly in the same tone she used when someone she liked said something stupid or whenever Kirk… well, talked, “How can you be born so smart and yet have no gaydar whatsoever.”

“Hey, I… I have gaydar.” Rory said unconvincingly.

“Really…” Lorelai said, stretching out the word, “Well then, who’s gay for you?”

“What?” Rory stammered.

“Who… is a girl… and wants to screw your brains out.” Lorelai said slowly.

“I… erm… you.” Rory said.

Lorelai rolled her eyes, “And you didn’t know I was into girls until you heard me calling out your name, even though I had some of them over?”

“Hey, I was too young to even remember most of them, and you don’t have sex with every girl who comes over, oh and don’t even pretend that you do, and just because you call out one name in the shower one time doesn’t mean you’re really into them, which is why you should stop taunting me about that one time, and… Lane has a crush on me?” Rory said the last part in disbelief.

Lorelai nodded, “Almost as big as the one you have on Paris.”

Rory’s eyes bulged, “I do not…”

Just then the doorbell rang.

“That’s Lane at the door,” said Lorelai, without even bothering to look out the window to check. She smiled at Rory, “Are you going to let her in or do I need to use another wish?”

Rory hadn’t bothered to get fully dressed after her shower, the only thing she was wearing as she opened the door was a very thin robe, which wasn’t properly tied. Admittedly Lorelai wasn’t wearing much more, indeed the only extra thing she was wearing was a pair of socks, but suddenly Rory realised that whilst Lorelai had seen it all before… well Lane was going to get an eyeful. By the time this thought entered Rory’s mind, typically, it was too late and the door was swinging open.

“Hi Lane,” Rory tried to put a nonchalant tone in her voice, as if she always opened the door with her pussy on wanton display and most of her tits hanging out off her robe.

“H… hey Rory,” squeaked Lane gazing down at her friend’s smooth snatch. She had dressed sexily herself, wearing a low cut dress, whose straps were already half-way down her arms and pair of pixie boots with heels that made her seem a couple of inches taller than she was.

“You… you wanna come in?” Rory stammered, a little smile crossing her face, “Like, maybe before anyone sees?”

“Oh, sure.” Lane nodded, quickly stepping in and allowing Rory to close the door behind her.

“Hello Lane,” Lorelai greeted cheerily, moving behind her daughter before reaching under the teen’s robe. It fell further away from her tits as her Mom squeezed them. Lorelai grinned as Lane’s mouth opened and closed with shock. The Milf squeezed harder, even though she couldn’t see Rory she knew her eighteen year old daughter would be blushing furiously. It was sweet, but Lorelai couldn’t resist a little bit further naughtiness.

She slid one of her hands down and over her daughter’s slit, massaging the cunt as the two of them stood in the hall. Lane’s mouth opened again, this time it didn’t close as the petite Korean made a noise that sounded like a cat being strangled with piano wire.

There was silence for a long while, then Lorelai grinned, let go of Rory and began heading into her home, only briefly turning back to ask, “Shall we?

“Sure.” murmured the two eighteen year olds who silently followed Lorelai who moved back to the couch, sitting down and looking like she was an innocent faun rather than an adventurous explorer. Rory gave her a quick glare, but both she and her Mom knew it wasn’t serious.

“So… er, how do we do this?” asked Lane, she hopped embarrassedly from foot to foot.

“Why don’t you get undressed first?” asked Lorelai. She looked at Rory and patted the seat beside her motioning for the teen to join her and watch Lane strip.

Moving over the teen sat next to her Mom. She felt herself redden a bit as Lane undressed; there was no symmetry or seductiveness to it, instead she looked like she was undressing for a bath. But the artless naivety of what to do, coupled with Lane’s nervousness gave it a different type of seductiveness. Especially as for the first time Rory noticed that her friend was no longer the scrawny kindergartener she had first met, but a young woman with curves in the right place and to the right proportion. Finally the last bit of Lane’s clothing was off, the Korean holding the bra for a few moments as if she wasn’t sure what to do with it, before tossing it to the ground with the rest of her clothes. She looked at the Gilmore’s and Rory could tell that Lane wanted to cover herself and it was only by a supreme amount of willpower that she was keeping her hands on her waist rather than hiding her slit and tits. Lane asked, “What now?”

“I make wishes and you and Rory make them come true,” said Lorelai. She smiled, “Don’t worry Lane, we talked about it before. I’ll warm you up slowly before the good stuff and I promise you will get to fuck my daughter…”

Rory blushed again.

“Sure, I’m good,” replied Lane, a touch of nervousness still evident in her voice.

In an attempt to make Lane feel more at ease Lorelai gently cupped Rory’s face and pulled it to hers, her daughter eagerly welcoming her lips with her own. Sure, ever since they had started regularly fucking Lorelai had been finding any little excuse to kiss Rory and this was no different but at least this time she had a pretty noble reason to go along with her ulterior motive. Once she broke the kiss Lorelai was pleased to see the look on Lane’s face that told her that the Gilmore on Gilmore kiss had the desired effect, Lane looking a lot less nervous that she had before. Lorelai decided to take advantage of this.

Wish 12

“I wish you and Lane would make out as I watch,” Lorelai said to Rory.

Rory looked at Lane, who gave a barely perceptible nod. Rory stood up, “Okay.”

She dropped out of her gown and walked towards her friend. Lane was waiting expectantly and nervously. Slowly Rory pecked her friend’s lips, they were soft.

There was a snort of derision from Lorelai, “That’s not making out.”

“No,” Rory said, “but this is…”

She moved in again, this time opening her mouth as she did so. Her open mouth moved over Lane’s closed one. But it remained shut only for a moment, before she too opened it. The two teen’s flicked out in unison, colliding and battling. Rory was surprised by how good a kisser Lane was, certainly much better than Rory had expected. She pulled away and said accusingly, “You’ve been practising…”

“Only with my pillow,” said Lane. If she was about to say more it was cut short as Rory returned her mouth to her friends, the pillow explanation seemed unlikely, but then strange tales could be true – otherwise she wouldn’t be banging her Mom. The brunettes hands moved up and down her friend’s waist as Lane in turn moved her hand round Rory’s back and rested them on her naked butt. The tongues waggling and waving within each other’s mouths as they touched each other, their titties clamped together and the erect nipples jutting out like little daggers.

The two teens continued to make out passionately, almost forgetting that Lorelai was watching them. The Milf licked her lips and moved her hand down to touch her slit, slowly massaging her pussy as she watched Rory get it on. Lorelai had suspected that watching her daughter would be hot, but until she saw it live and in the flesh she hadn’t realised what a turn on it would be. There was something so kinky about watching Rory’s naked body rubbing against someone else’s – heightened by knowing that the body was hers and that Rory would respond to her every wish. Lorelai slid her fingers over her cunt and purred, “Rory…”

Wish 13

“…I wish you would go down on Lane.”

For a moment the two teens were so engrossed in kissing and petting each other that Lorelai didn’t think they had heard, but just as Lorelai was about to repeat the wish the two girls separated. They looked at each other and giggled, before Rory turned to her Mom and said, “Okay.”

She reached out to Lane and took her hand. The young Korean girl gave a shy laugh, but didn’t resist as Rory gently led her to the couch and gestured for her to sit. Lane did so, spreading her legs as she did so. Lorelai moved seats so that she could get a better look. Rory waited for her, before dropping to her knees and shuffling between her friend’s thighs. She licked her hand and gave Lane’s slit a brief rub with her palm, making the other teen give a moan. Rory quickly turning her head to look at her Mom to show she was still cool with the wishes, before turning back to Lane, a thought suddenly occurring to her, “You’re still a virgin?”

It was more a statement than a question but nevertheless Lane nodded and explained, “Lorelai said we could do everything but.”

“Oh, okay.” Rory nodded, her eyes briefly flickering to the pussy in front of her before asking, “You ready?”

“Yes, yes, I’m ready,” Lane spoke quickly both to mask her fear and to conceal her excitement, “Go down on me Rory.”

The brunette didn’t need any coaxing. She dived in, her mouth already open as it slammed into the cunt. She started to slurp away, hammering the tongue into the cunt and pushing as deep as she could. There was no finesse in Rory’s movements, but Lane didn’t seem concerned. She groaned and stretched her back, arching her spine, as her friend buried herself deep into her slit. The Korean’s hands ran over the back of Rory’s head, not quite pushing her in, but at the same time making it hard for her to back out. She let out a moan, “That’s it Rory, eat me out.”

Rory’s face was deep in her friend, the noises she was making a mixture of laboured breathing and frenzied licks. There was more and more cum coming from Lane, threatening to drown Rory in it’s sweet succulence. She rammed her tongue deeper, sweeping through the cunt juice and hammering the clit. Lane screamed and this time did grab Rory forcing her in, “That’s it Rory, that’s it…”

Lane was grateful that this only seemed to encourage Rory into tongue fucking her harder, the heavenly sensations overwhelming the young rock star wannabe.

It was so much better than Lane had dared to dream, any apprehensions or nervousness about tonight gone with just the first lick. She would now do anything Lorelai asked her to do, no matter how perverted it sounded, and considering what Lorelai had already told her it was going to be one hell of a perverted night. However Lane now was forever in Lorelai’s debt because not only had she inadvertently introduced her to the wonders of a girl’s tongue, but to Rory’s tongue.

Why the hell had she needed such convincing? Why had the thoughts of fulfilling this fantasy been so scary? She had been girl crushing on Rory for as long as she could remember, and as she lay there with her whole body trembling, a talented tongue touching places inside her she didn’t even know about, Lane promised herself that she’d never be so reluctant to try anything new again.

Even though she hadn’t shown it Rory had been reluctant to fuck her best friend. The idea certainly wasn’t unappealing, much like herself Lane was definitely cute, but Rory was somewhat worried about ruining their relationship. That was ironic considering she had risked her most treasured relationship but that was to get something she had always wanted, this was risking a friendship for just some fun.

Of course after a while Rory strongly believed she and Lane could maintain some kind of relationship, one which could possibly even be better now, especially as they might have a new favourite thing to do together. Even if they did nothing else but this particular position Rory could become very happy with their relationship. Very happy indeed.

Rory found herself becoming even more happy as Lane cried out and flooded her mouth with liquid which could only be her cum, Rory greedily gobbling down every drop as the flavour set her taste buds on fire.

The taste was amazing Rory decided, not like her Mom at all, more… more Korean? Whatever… Lane tasted great and she could soak like she was a sponge, to paraphrase Shakespeare – who knew the teen had so much cum in her. Rory licked harder and harder, intent on driving Lane to another orgasm.

Meanwhile Lorelai had just cum. She hadn’t been able to resist thrusting a couple of fingers into her pussy as she watched Rory service Lane. It wasn’t the biggest orgasm the Milf had ever had, but it was certainly satisfying. She pulled her finger out and licked some of the cum off, even as she continued to watch Rory’s head bob as she hammered at her friend’s slit. Lorelai grinned, “That’s my girl,” she said quietly.

Neither Rory nor Lane heard, engrossed in other things, this fact making Lorelai smirk as she relaxed for a few long minutes, a feeling a perverted pride rushing through her every time her little girl made the Korean cum.

As it was Lane’s first time Lorelai was reluctant to stop the younger girls going at it, but she wanted Lane to save at least some of her energy. After all, the wishes had only just started getting good…

So after a while Lorelai said loudly enough for the teens to hear, “Rory stop.”

Lane whimpered in frustration as Rory, Momma’s girl that she was, immediately did as she was told and looked back at her mother, Lane lifting herself up so she could do the same.

Wish 14

“Lane, I wish you would go down on my little girl.” Lorelai wished.

Turning back to her best friend Rory bit her lip, “Is that okay?”

“Oh God yes.” Lane said huskily, eagerly switching places with Rory so she was the one kneeling between another girl’s legs.

One fantastic pussy eating ago Lane would have been tripping over her words and taking forever to get in position, but after what had just happened Lane felt like a changed woman. The old her briefly came back as she came eye level with Rory’s pussy, but she closed her eyes, pushed all her nervousness aside and before it could come back buried her face in her best friend’s twat.

“Oh gosh.” Rory gasped as she was taken by surprise at how quickly Lane began gently lapping at her pussy, only the briefest of pauses between the first lick and the ones that followed.

Given everything she knew about her best friend Rory had been expecting Lane to be a lot more hesitant, slowly drawing out the foreplay and then eventually the gentle licking. Instead Lane was burying her face in Rory’s cunt within a minute of beginning to go down on her, Lane’s tongue lapping frantically at Rory’s dripping centre.

As that tongue continued its attack on her womanhood Rory considered she may not know her best friend as well as she thought she did. And okay, Lane wasn’t the only one who had kept her lesbian tendencies a secret. Rory had never been truthful about how she really felt about her Mom. She had kept the truth from Lane even after they had got together… but now all that stuff was out in the open maybe Rory could try and get to know her best friend a little better. And if that happened to involve the two friends spending some quality time between each other’s legs, well then so be it.

Lane’s tongue couldn’t compare to Lorelai’s in terms of skill but it could match it in enthusiasm, Lane soon pushing her tongue deep into Rory’s welcoming hole and beginning to fuck her hard and deep, making Rory cry out joyfully, “Yes, yes, yeeeessss! Fuck me. Fuck me Lane. Ohhhhh, fuck, oh, fuck me with your tongue.”

Lane could hardly believe her ears. Rory never swore, not really. Neither of them did. Even when Lane was feeling a tongue first on then in her pussy the most she did was whimper and beg Rory to eat her. No swear words came out of her mouth, and yet now Rory sounded like a sailor on leave… and Lane liked it.

Rory Gilmore had always seemed like the most sweetest, innocent girl Lane had ever known, and while Lane had loved that Rory dearly she desperately wanted to get to know this version of her best friend. The version that love to use naughty words, that didn’t mind spreading her legs for her so she could eat her delicious pussy or get between Lane’s thighs to show just how amazing lesbian sex could be… or even have sex with her own mother.

Briefly thinking of Lorelai had Lane frantically trying to remember everything the older woman had told her about rug munching before she then tried to totally concentrate on Rory’s pussy for what felt like the millionth time. It was difficult given that her mind felt like it was going at a mile a minute but it seemed like her tongue was slamming in and out of Rory at the same speed, which definitely seem to help matters. In fact it helped so much that shortly after she decided to concentrate on the muff munching again Lane heard her best friend scream loudly and felt her body shake, a rush of liquid which was even tastier than Rory’s regular cream suddenly filling her mouth.

From the moment she first tasted pussy juice Lane knew she was hooked and the same went for girl cum, the young Korean burying her face deeper in between her friend’s legs so she could swallow every drop of the yummy liquid.

Meanwhile Lorelai watched on proudly. Lane had been in their lives for so long she was practically a second daughter, or at least a beloved niece, either of which would have been an extremely inappropriate analogy in any other household, but nevertheless Lorelai felt as proud of Lane as she had done of Rory earlier. That said the climax Lorelai was able to finger herself too was weaker than the one that had come before, and certainly couldn’t compare to the one she could experience with someone else.

Lorelai was sure that orgasm would come later, but in the meantime there had been enough watching – it was time to rejoin the fun.

Wish 15

“I wish you would take it in turns kissing me,” said Lorelai interrupting Lane as she went in for another burst of cunt lapping. For a moment it looked like the young Korean was too engrossed in drinking her best friend’s cum, but Rory gave her a quick squeeze and reluctantly Lane stood up. Lorelai opened her legs to show her bald slit, a reminder to Lane that Rory wasn’t the only tasty Gilmore in the house. She smiled promisingly at Lane, “One wish at a time.”

Standing up Lorelai enveloped Rory in her arms, drawing the teen to her for a kiss that was not at all Mom-like. There lips crushed together, moving as they opened and closed their mouths. The two of them slurping the air out of each other, as their hands massaged their nude bodies. Lorelai could feel the hardness of Rory’s nipples pressing into her, like little knives; she knew her own were also stabbing into her daughter as they moved together. She pulled the teen even closer, mouthing her love and reaching down to fondle her daughter’s cute, bare, ass.

From the corner of her eye Lorelai could see Lane. The Korean was staring open mouthed, obviously turned on by the Milf-teen make out session. Her hand was moving in small circles, rubbing lightly at her naked twat. The thought that Lane was enjoying watching made Lorelai kiss harder. She closed her eyes as she allowed her imagination to take over, thinking about Lane fondling herself as Lorelai slammed her tongue down Rory.

“Mmmnnn, Lane’s turn now,” Rory broke the kiss. Lorelai snapped her eyes open to see Rory stepping back, licking her lips of the saliva that had dribbled out over them. The teen gave a naughty smile as she turned to Lane, “You wanna kiss my Mom?”

“Hell, yes,” said Lane, who had got over her previous shyness. She stepped in front of Lorelai and put her arms round the Milf’s neck. Lorelai allowed herself to be pulled down, Lane standing on tiptoes to meet her half-way. The Korean’s mouth met hers and wrapped on contact, the younger woman’s tongue slipping and sliding over Lorelai’s own eager one.

She wasn’t a bad kisser, thought Lorelai, despite her lack of experience. The Milf moved her hands down to just above Lane’s butt and began to gently massage the small of the teen’s back, whilst pulling her closer. Lane responded with enthusiastic mouth movements, her tongue darting round to explore Lorelai’s mouth. What she lacked in skill, she was definitely making up for in effort. Lorelai allowed the teen to dictate the pace, fast when Lane was speedy and slowing down as Lane moved to a more relaxed posture. There bodies swayed together as they’re lips touched and puckered and moved. Lorelai was becoming hotter and hotter. She took a quick look at Rory, the teen was looking as excited as Lane had earlier, her fingers threatening to slide into her cunt. Lorelai knew if she didn’t act Rory would be fingering herself to an orgasm any second, and Lorelai didn’t want her darling daughter to cum too early, too often – it threatened making her sated before the main course.

She broke from Lane, moving back a few steps.

Wish 16

“I wish you and Lane would worship my body,” Lorelai said turning her head to Rory.

Rory looked at Lane and both teens grinned, “Okay.”

Lorelai had deliberately decided to not specify what this wish meant, leaving it up to the two teens and their lithe tongues. She wasn’t disappointed. Immediately Rory dropped to her knees and moved in front of her Mom. She began to kiss and lick at the outside of the Milf’s bare cunt, running her tongue over the lips and hole, before pressing down her puckered lips in tender kisses. Round and round she went, smothering the small patch of Lorelai’s body in laps and kisses. At the same time her hands moved to behind Lorelai’s thighs and she rubbed softly, but sensually, letting her fingers draw patterns over the Milf legs all the way up to her butt-cheeks.

If that had been all that was happening Lorelai would have been satisfied. But there was Lane as well, and for a virgin she was showing an aptitude that would suggest she had a future career in adult films. The young Korean had decided kissing Lorelai’s mouth was passé. Instead she moved to Lorelai’s tits. At first she just kissed at the hard nipples, small little butterflies of kisses, but gradually she got more daring. Her mouth opened and she sucked Lorelai’s nipple in, biting down lightly, which together with Rory’s kisses made Lorelai groan in pleasure, “That’s it girls, worship me.”

“Mmnnn,” said Rory as she dabbed her tongue into Lorelai’s slot. The Milf quivered as her daughter moved it around the wet hole, pushing and prodding at the vibrating tunnel walls. The teen moved a bit deeper, touching further down and in, wetting Lorelai with saliva as the Milf wetted herself with cum.

“Loving your body,” said Lane, “It’s kept well.”

The Korean switched from tit to tit, worshipping them both with her mouth and leaving the nipples standing out like granite rocks and as hard as the same. Her teeth left tiny indentations as she moved back to bite at the nub, before running her tongue over soothing the little pinpricks of pain. Suddenly the teen let go off the tit and started to move downwards. Her tongue still played over Lorelai as she slowly moved into a crouching position, next to Rory.

“Oh God, that’s so good,” Lorelai stroked the heads of both the crouching teens as they began to share the pussy licking duties. At first Rory did the inside, whilst Lane’s tongue moved over the outside. But after a few moments Rory pulled out to lick and touch the outside of the lips, allowing Lane to move her tongue in. Lorelai groaned and gasped as the young Korean slid her tongue around. Cum bubbled up in her cunt, some of it being picked up by Lane; the remainder sliding over the quim flaps to be lapped up by Rory, “Oh yes, girls, God eat me out.”

And then Rory’s tongue joined her friend’s inside Lorelai. It was tight and they couldn’t go deep, nor could they move much – crushed as they were between each other and the warm, wet walls. But the touch of two tongues, dabbing and dipping made Lorelai go wild. More juice formed in her pussy, soaking into the two teen’s tongues. They slurped and licked, drinking down the delicous liquid; and in turn these laps made Lorelai produce yet more girl cum in a virtuous circle, “Oh, oh, oh,” squeaked the Milf in pleasured excitement, “Oh, oh, oh.”

The orgasm hit her almost as a surprise, so sudden was the explosion. Lorelai arched her back and squealed in pleasure as the rapture burnt within her, “Ohhhhh, I…’mmm cuuummminnng!”

Both teens pressed their faces against Lorelai’s centre as much as they could, both fighting for the older woman’s cum as Lorelai trembled under the assault of their greedy mouths.

Part of Rory felt like she should let Lane have the majority of Lorelai’s cum, after all ever since her eighteen birthday Rory had practically been living in between her Mom’s legs, but the younger Gilmore just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Her Mom tasted too good. So the girls continued competing to see who could swallow the most girl cum as Lorelai’s screams slowly dissolved into whimpers and moans.

“Stop, please stop.” Lorelai moaned reluctantly after a while.

Lane shot up, terrified she’d done something wrong. Rory on the other hand knew there was no way her Mom couldn’t have been loving what the teen girls had been doing to her so the only reason they were stopping was because Lorelai had something else in mind.

Seemingly to put Lane’s worries at rest and confirm what Rory thought Lorelai smiled softly down at the young girls kneeling before her and then said, “Wow, that was a first, and… wow.”

“You did cum pretty hard.” Rory nodded with a sly smile.

“You have no idea.” Lorelai said, pausing as a tiny aftershock ran through her before continuing, “In fact I think I could do with a little time to recover, so how about a little more of the Rory and Lane show?”

“Well, I do love that show.” Rory beamed at Lane who blushed.

“Who doesn’t?” Lorelai asked rhetorically before adding, “Rory, go get one of our strap-ons. And make it a nice medium size one please.”

“Is that a wish? Because it sounds like it should be.” Rory teased, already getting up to get the desired item.

“It’s something you need for my next wish.” Lorelai said, only a few moments passing before Rory returned with a dildo firmly strapped around her waist

When she returned Rory found Lane bent over the arm of the sofa, her legs dangling precariously as because of her small frame her knees just couldn’t quite reach the floor so she was more or less balancing herself on her feet at a weird angle. Lorelai was knelt behind her, the young brunette moaning loudly as the older brunette continued sliding her tongue all over her ass hole.

It was Lane’s first rim job and it felt far better than she had imagined it would be, which boaded well for Lorelai’s next wish. Lorelai left her daughter waiting patiently for a few minutes of thorough ass licking before finally coming up for air, turning to her daughter and making the wish in question.

Wish 17

“I wish you would fuck Lane in the ass while I watch.” Lorelai said as she stepped back from the Korean.

“Really?” Rory said, a little surprised as she turned to her best friend, “You’re okay with this?”

Lane nodded, “It was Lorelai’s idea. Everything but, that way I technically stay a virgin.”

“Yeah, but I thought that was but as in B.U.T. not B.U.T.T.” Rory said.

“That’s a lot of butts.” Lorelai said dryly.

“You know what I mean.” Rory scowled.

“I’m okay with it. I kind of always wanted to just be bent over like this and get a cock shoved up my ass, and Lorelai said you loved fucking her in the ass, so…” Lane trailed off, aware she was beginning to ramble again.

“Well, I do.” Rory admitted with a blush, “And if you’re okay with it, I’m okay with it.”

“Good, glad we’re all okay with it. Now, on with the ass fucking.” Lorelai said.

“Your concern for my friend’s well being is touching.” Rory said dryly as she knelt behind Lane and pressed the tip of her strap-on against the other girl’s puckered back entrance.

“Hey, I’ve already had this conversation with her, so I know she’s fine with it.” Lorelai said, “And she knows to relax so don’t worry about that.”

“Well, thank you for keeping me in the loop.” Rory said sarcastically, her eyes locking on Lane’s virgin ass hole which was slowly opening under the steady pressure she was putting on it.

In what seemed like no time at all Lane’s butt hole opened up to let the head of the dildo inside it, meaning good girl Rory Gilmore had just taken her best friend’s anal cherry.

That fact caused a thrill to go through all three brunettes, the fact not entirely lost as Rory slowly pushed herself forwards, gently inserting the strap-on inch by inch into Lane’s butt.

The whole time she did this Rory paid very close attention to her long-time friend, looking and listening out for any sign that she was hurting the other girl too much. That sign never came. Not when Rory was filling Lane’s ass up with dildo, not when her strap-on was fully embedded within her best friend’s rectum, and not even when she began fucking her ass with soft and gentle strokes. In fact the only signs from Lane were very positive, the Korean softly moaning at first, before gradually begining to beg, “Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Oh yes, fuck me in the ass.”

Lane’s words seem to remind Rory of the confidence she had slowly being building up each time she fucked her Mom, Rory feeling increasingly in her element as the butt fucking continued.

It wasn’t long before Rory was holding firmly to Lane’s hips and riding her friend like a professional bull rider, ramming the other girl’s rectum hard and deep, making her squeal with delight, “Yes, YES, yes fuck me. Fuck my ass just like that! Oooooohhhhhhh fuck, harder. Ass fuck me Rory. Fuck, mmmmmmm, fuck the hell out of my ass!”

Rory did as she was told and somehow began fucking her friend’s ass harder, which had Lane continuing to beg for more which just led things round in a circle, not that anyone minded, especially not the young Korean taking her first ass fucking.

As far as Lane was concerned while this was definitely her first ass fucking it definitely wouldn’t be her last. Getting fucked in the ass felt too amazing for that.

Sure, it had hurt at first, but it had also stimulated places inside of her that she never knew about, and eventually the pain went away completely and was replaced by pure ecstasy, seemingly every thrust into her bowels making her toes curl and her entire body tingle with pleasure.

So, from now on Lane Kim was no curious anal virgin, but an anal slut. She would let boys and girls fuck her up the ass, and go down on her, she would go down on them, anything just so long as she could continue feeling the same pleasures she had felt so far tonight.

For now though Lane was focused on her approaching orgasm, her words flying out of her mouth without a thought except to try and entice Rory to make her cum as quickly as possible, “Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY SLUTTY ASS! Ooooooh please Rory, fuck my slutty ass, fuck, ohhhhhh, fuck it like you fuck your Mom’s slutty ass.”

“You heard her Rory, fuck her ass like you fuck mine.” Lorelai smirked.

“That hard?” Rory grinned.

“Uh-huh, that hard.” Lorelai nodded, eager to see it.

Rory grinned in response before thrusting even harder into her friend’s ass, Lorelai feeling the same sense of pride she got from watching her beloved daughter licking carpet that she did watching her pounding butt. She also experienced the same amount of jealousy she had felt before, along with an intense desire to be where Lane was right now, that strap-on slamming in and out of her own shit hole as she shamelessly begged her daughter for a harder butt fucking.

Lorelai felt particularly jealous and proud as Lane cried out joyfully, orgasm clearly crashing through her body as Rory kept pounding in and out of her butt.

A few moments later Rory stumbled back and panted heavily, although Lorelai was unsure whether her daughter did this to save some of her strength or allow Lane some time to recover from her last, clearly very powerful, orgasm. Knowing Rory it was probably a mixture of both.

Either way Lorelai was quick to seize the opportunity to get up and walk over to where she could admire just how good Lane’s ass hole looked stretched out, the older woman able to see deep into the teen’s bowels via the red ringed crater in between her butt cheeks. After she, and Rory, spent a moment or two staring at the state of Lane’s ass Lorelai fell to her knees and swallowed her daughter’s strap-on cock, greedily sucking the delicious flavour of teen girl ass off of the dildo while looking up at Rory with a mischievous smile.

“That’s good,” said Rory, “clean my dildo.”

She closed her eyes, expecting that she was going to have a long period of her Mom sucking the toy. But Lorelai quickly stopped and stood up. She grinned, “My next wish…”

“Er, Mom, aren’t you going to suck it properly. You’ve hardly touched it,” Rory pointed down at the toy. It lacked the glistening shine that Lorelai normally put onto the dildo as she did ass to mouth.

The Milf laughed, “Oh, don’t worry Rory… I’ve got plenty of wishes left for cleaning a couple of cocks.”

” A couple?” Rory asked quizzically. The only dildo on view was the one round her pelvis.

Lorelai smiled and gestured at Lane who had moved to a sitting position, though she was putting as much weight on her hands as she was her butt.

Wish 18

“I wish Lane would fuck you up the butt while I watch,” Lorelai said.

Rory looked at her friend. Lane was quickly standing up, she was smiling and didn’t seem at all surprised at the wish. Rory smiled, “I’m guessing you knew…”

“Your Mom mentioned a few things that might happen, just to make sure I was alright with them,” Lane blushed, “I’m alright with this, if you are.”

“Of course, I’m alright,” laughed Rory, “I’ve taken a big cock up my butt before. I love it and if you want to fuck me and Mom wants to watch I’m good; I’m more than good – I’m great.”

Lorelai quickly interrupted, “Rory, why don’t you take Lane into your room and choose a strap-on for her.”

“Sure,” Rory took her friend’s hand and led her into her bedroom.

She opened the drawer, gesturing at the toys in it. Lane leant over and gasped, “There’s hundreds.”

“Nine strap-ons, seven double-enders, five normal dildos and two vibrators,” said Rory accurately. She reached in and picked up her largest one, twelve inches of pure hard rubber, “What about this?”

Lane opened her mouth and closed it again, before trying again, “A bit big? I think…”

Rory gave a fake sigh, though she had been teasing. Her Mom used it on her ass a lot, but her Mom was more experienced in sliding it in; for Lane’s first time Rory felt she needed something more medium sized. She reached over and pulled out her eight-incher, it was firmly fixed to a pair of tight lycra panties, the smooth rubber dong jutting out like a unicorn’s horn. She held it up for Lane, “Try this.”

Lane pulled on the panties and moved to stand in front of the mirror. She looked at herself and smiled, “Yes, that’s it.”

“It does look good,” smiled Rory,. She began to unstrap her own dildo, but Lane stopped her.

“Could you keep it on,” the Korean asked.

“If you want,” Rory nodded. She stroked her own rubber strap-on as she thought of the fucking she was about to receive; it would be a big turn on to do it whilst her Mom watched

The two teens headed back to the main room, the rubber dildos bouncing in front of them like they were attached. Lorelai was sitting naked on the couch, waiting. She gave a whistle of appreciation as she looked at the two tempting teens, tits quivering and pussies soaking with lust. The Milf positioned herself comfortably to watch and licked her lips in anticipation as Rory got down on her hands and knees, shaking her behind at her friend. Lorelai’s finger slid over her twat, feeling its silky softness and damp flesh, she leant forward slightly to make sure she got a good view, “So Lane you going to fuck Rory’s ass?”

“Yes,” said Lane quietly, “yes I am.”

She made no move towards the puckered hole, but Rory had a solution, “Hey, Lane let me give it a quick suck, it’ll go in easier.”

Lane looked relieved. Rory and Lorelai both knew that the youngest Gilmore would have no trouble coping with the dildo, but they both also recognised that for a newcomer the size of the dildo and the size of the hole it was supposed to go in looked out of kilter. However, giving Lane a little saliva lube should help convince her that large (or at least medium) toys could fit up her friends tight teen asshole. Anyway, thought Rory as she happily opened her mouth and felt the rubber be slid in, she was pretty sure Lorelai would also not complain at watching her daughter suck a bit of plastic prick before the main event. She flicked her eyes over to her Mom to make sure, Lorelai was rubbing her pussy obviously entranced by the scene.

Slowly Rory bobbed her head back and forth, feeling the rubber push into her cheek and down her throat. She kept in control, not wanting to suck too far – not that Rory was against deep-throating, but it was just being doubled over as she drooled wasn’t her most attractive look. She moved her eyes, first to Lane, who was lightly holding Rory’s head whilst keeping her eyes closed and humming. Secondly to Lorelai who was vigorously touching her cunt as she stared in rapt attention at the scene.

That was enough, Rory wanted to give enough lubrication to persuade Lane to take her butt, not so much that Lorelai fingered herself to heaven before the main event. Anyway, Rory’s ass was starting to itch with longing its insertion. The teen opened her lips and with her tongue pushed out the cock. She looked up at Lane, “Fuck my ass, now,” paused and because she was a good girl added, “please.”

Lane looked at Lorelai for confirmation. The Milf nodded, “Fuck my little girl’s butt!”

Lane moved behind Rory. The brunette shook in excitement as she felt Lane’s hands grip her cheeks and slowly pull them apart. The tip of the toy touched the top of Rory’s chute. The touch sent thrills through the teen, her heart beat faster, her breath came in quick spurts and her body shook, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please Lane, fuck me.”

“Okay,” said Lane, sounding nervous, “I will.”

The strap-on started to push down Rory’s hole, prizing it wider as it went deeper. Rory groaned in pleasure as she felt its stiffness against her soft walls, the smooth rubber exciting the flesh with its touch. It continued in, past her anal G-spot, which made Rory shriek and in further until Rory could feel Lane’s body pressed down on her as the dildo went in to it’s full extent. The teen groaned, keen to show Lane that she was enjoying every second her butt being stretched, “That’s good Lane, fuck it hard. Fuck my ass hard!”

“Sure,” said Lane. She sounded more confident.

And she had reason to be. She started to slam into Rory’s butt with an uncommon expertise, almost as good as the well practiced Lorelai. The younger Gilmore screamed in incoherent delight as the large toy rammed her butthole. It shot up and down, opening Rory like she was a tin can, but no tin opener had ever felt this good.

Remembering the pointers Lorelai gave her, and to a slightly lesser extent the butt fucking she had just endured herself, Lane pounded into Rory’s pooper much faster than she felt she should be at this stage. At the same time not quite going at full speed so at least Rory got a little time to adjust to the anal violation.

Lorelai had promised Lane that both herself and her daughter had really accommodating asses that were quick to except intruders and even welcome them deep into their bowels. Lane found it difficult to believe at first, but considering how much Rory was whimpering with pleasure after the first few minutes of butt pumping it was becoming increasingly difficult not to believe.

Rory’s whimpers quickly turned to moans, then to crys, then to squeals. Rory could feel her ass burning, but the climaxes that were exploding in her made it seem like heavenly fire; “Oh God, fuck me, fuck me harder.”

Pounding hard Lane grunted with exertion as she rammed the toy deep. Her hands gripped Rory’s waist hard, squeezing the teen’s slender sides and digging her nails in, as if she was terrified without something to hold onto she’d fall off. Harder and harder she slammed, wrecking Rory’s ass and sending the brunette teen into a constant orgasm, so that all Rory could do was scream and shake. Cum shot from the brunette’s slit as she orgasmed, spilling onto the carpet. Rory knew she’d have to dry that up later, but at the moment it didn’t matter – all that mattered was the climaxes Lane was creating in her ass, “Harder, harder!”

The screams of Rory drove Lane on. She was sweating, perspiration running down her like she’d just run the marathon. But her speed was that off a sprint, slamming the cock deep into her friend faster and faster. Her thighs thrashed into Rory’s cheeks, like the starter’s gun – flesh banging against flesh so hard that their skin was going red, “Take it, Rory, take it all.”

Lorelai had been expecting to be turned on my watching Rory take it up the ass. But until she had seen it she couldn’t believe how hot it was. Her own fingers were soaking from being plunged into her juicy cunt, but she had to finger herself hard or risk exploding as she watched the scene in front of her. Rory was screaming in pleasure, yelling so loud that they could probably hear her in Hartford, her body shaking as Lane rammed her like she was a rubber ball. The young Korean was sweating as well, her teen tits bouncing enticingly as she moved, she too was screaming as she hammered her friend’s ass. Lorelai slammed a finger in, “Oh yes, Lane do Rory, do my daughter hard. Good girl, fuck her ass and make her cum.”

Lane did just that, the young Korean passionately butt fucking her best friend through climax after climax, the sight so intoxicating that Lorelai let it continue for much longer than she originally intended. The look of bless on Rory’s face as her now extremely opened ass hole was brutally pounded was particularly enjoyable for Lorelai, the older Gilmore girl becoming lost in the sight of her daughter getting roughly fucked in the ass.

Eventually it had to stop, although it wasn’t as a result of Lorelai’s instructions, but because Lane just became too exhausted, the poor girl collapsing beside Rory and gasping out, “I’m sorry Lorelai.”

“That’s okay.” Lorelai said softly, her eyes locking on her daughter’s gaping butt hole.

Lorelai loved looking at Rory’s ass when it was freshly fucked like this, and this time the hole looked even more open than usual thus providing Lorelai with an even better look inside her daughter’s ass. Hell, it was gaping so wide Lorelai was surprised she couldn’t see what Rory had for breakfast.

“Be right back.” Lorelai murmured, quickly rushing up to her room and retrieving her camera. When she returned she was delighted to discover Rory was still kneeling on all fours, Lorelai quickly getting in position behind her and snapping a nice short of her baby girl’s well opened butt.

An only just coming back to full consciousness Rory heard the flash and looked behind her. She then smiled and wiggled her ass at her Mom, enticing Lorelai to snap a few more shots before turning to the Korean, “Lane, get down next to Rory and show me your ass.”

Lane did as she was told and soon the two teens were giggling as the older woman took their photos, all three of them clearly loving it, although Lorelai kind of wished Lane’s ass hadn’t already mostly recovered from the earlier fucking. However while pounding open Lane’s ass again sounded hot Lorelai had a different wish in mind.

“Rory, put your strap on back on. Lane, stand up.” Lorelai ordered. The girls did as they were told, Lorelai quickly kneeling in front of Lane to greedily suck on her dildo, this time giving it the type of really thorough spit shine she usually did. This was partly because it was covered in her favourite flavour ever, that being her daughter’s anal juice, but it was also partly because of where the dildo was about to go.

Wish 19

“I wish you would lay down so I could ride you.” Lorelai eventually told Lane after taking her cock out of her mouth.

Lane quickly obliged, Lorelai crawling on top of her and lowering her eager pussy down onto the shaft, the horny mother taking every inch with no problem whatsoever. She paused a moment to savour the feeling, then she looked behind her at her daughter who was stroking her strap on and looking at her lustfully.

Wish 20

“I wish my daughter would stick her big cock up my ass while I’m riding her best friend’s cock.” Lorelai smirked at Rory, “I want to get fucked in both holes at the same time like a cheap whore.”

Rory smiled back at her mother, climbed on the bed behind her and smacked her roughly on the ass, “Bend over and spread your ass cheeks, whore. Make it easier for me to ass fuck you.”

Lorelai immediately did as she was told, pressing her naked body down against Lane’s, their nipples rubbing together as Lorelai reached back and spread her butt cheeks for her daughter.

Without saying another word Rory slammed into her mother’s butt hole, the puckered flesh quickly opening up and allowing inch after inch of strap on cock to pass through, that dildo burrowing deep into Lorelai’s rectum.

Rather than bury it all in her Mom’s ass in one go like she knew she could Rory got most of the dick inside before gently beginning to pump her hips back and forth, butt fucking her mother at a steady, well timed pace which she knew would drive the older woman crazy.

“No Rory, please, butt fuck me hard.” Lorelai pleaded, “Butt fuck Mommy hard. Mommy wants her little girl to butt fuck her hard.”

“Well, it is your birthday.” Rory beamed, before she began rapidly increasing her thrusts.

“Yes, yes, yes, yeeeeessss! Fuck me! Fuck me Rory, fuck me hard!” Lorelai squealed before turning her attention to the girl beneath her, “You too Lane. Fuck me as hard as you can. Both you girls fuck me as hard as you can.”

“You heard the mature adult.” Rory said sarcastically, “Let’s really give it to her.”

“Let’s.” Lane agreed, grabbing onto Lorelai’s hips and doing her best to fuck the thirtysomething woman as hard as she could.

Unfortunately Lane wasn’t at a very good angle for thrusting. Sure, she could move her hips up and down a little, but she just couldn’t seem to get half the rhythm going she’d had before. It didn’t really matter though as Rory was fucking Lorelai hard enough for the both of them, the seemingly sweet and innocent girl slamming into her Mom’s shit hole like she literally wanted to tear it apart.

The ferocity of which Rory fucked her Mom scared Lane a little. Had Rory really been this aggressive when it was Lane’s ass hole which was being stretched open and slammed? Because Lane remembered Rory being surprisingly rough but this seemed even more so.

Lorelai wasn’t complaining though. Exactly the opposite, she was slamming herself up and down to meet her daughter’s thrusts like a bitch in heat, using almost as much force as Rory was. It was like both Gilmore girls had a pack that Lorelai was going to walk around for the whole week after her birthday with a gaping ass hole. The thought was perverted, but an incredible turn on for Lane who did her best to keep up as she and the Gilmore girls frantically fucked.

“Fuck me. Fuck me sweetie. Fuck Mommy like a whore!” Lorelai begged shamelessly, loving every moment of those two cocks inside her.

This had been one of Lorelai’s dirty little fantasies she never expected to actually live out. Not having sex with Lane and her own daughter, well, yes having sex with Lane and her own daughter, but more pacifically taking a cock inside her pussy while taking another up her ass at the same time.

After reaching thirty Lorelai had figured this was just one of those things she was never going to experience, and she had been okay with that, but then her daughter had seduced her and her sex life suddenly became a lot more interesting. Lorelai had been only too happy to add this to her wish list while she was planning this night, and not only was she very happy she had but she experienced one of those rare moments of regret as she wished she had tried getting double penetrated sooner.

“Take it! Take it all you DP whore!” Rory snapped as she slammed her Mom’s shitter as hard as she could.

If it were any other night Rory might have pointed out how her Mom had taken her hands off her ass cheeks and now had them pressed against the bed to provide her with extra leverage for slamming herself up and down, at least two things she hadn’t been given permission for. But even though Rory was wearing the strap on which under normal Gilmore rules meant she was temporarily in charge it was her mother’s birthday so the only thing that mattered to her was making the woman who gave her life cum.

Rory had become an expert in making her Mom cum. She had it down to an art form. Sure Lane was definitely helping, but even though it was a little uncharacteristically conceited of her Rory couldn’t help wanting to believe that the way her mother was squealing with joy right now was at least mostly to do with the enthusiastic butt pounding Rory was giving her.

Lorelai screamed again, her long brunette hair sweeping down her naked back as her head sprang up and down as she orgasmed. The teen thrust in again, driving the dildo deep, Lorelai sobbed with pleasure. Rory looked at her friend lying below them both, Lane’s face was sparkling with sweat, her own and that of Lorelai’s that had dripped on her. Her expression was slightly stunned as if she couldn’t believe she was sandwiching her best friend’s Mom. The Korean saw Rory looking at her and smiled, “Go on Rory, ram your Mom’s ass.”

“We can swap, if you want,” said Rory, aware that between her and Lane she’d got the best hole.

Lorelai shook her head, rivulets of sweat dripped down, “No…no… I want my next wish now.”

“What is it?” asked Rory, she was intrigued – she couldn’t see what else her Mom could want, DPing her was pretty much as extreme as the teen’s imagination took her. She slid her cock out of her Mom’s hole – as normal, after a good ass-fucking, it was red-rimmed and open, you could almost feel the heat and ache of it.

Beside her Lane scrambled to her feet, wiping her hands down her sweaty body. Rory smiled, and the two of them waited for Lorelai’s demand…

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“I wish you would both double fuck my ass,” said Lorelai.

Lane opened and closed her mouth in shock, her hands flapped in the air like she was a bird unable to take off. If Rory hadn’t been frozen in surprise her reaction wouldn’t have been that dissimilar. Eventually she managed to squeak, “They won’t fit…”

“They will,” grinned Lorelai. She reached round and gripped her butt pulling it open to make sure it didn’t start to recover to its normal size.

Rory looked again at the butt-hole, what had seemed so large and open when fucked by one toy seemed small and tight when she contemplated putting two in. She didn’t want to do her Mom real damage – wish or not. And from the nervous look of Lane she was feeling the same.

Lorelai smiled, “It is a wish – I’m not saying it won’t hurt, I’m sure it will, but the orgasm will be… well it’ll be the Mother of all climaxes.”

“I’m not sure,” Rory twisted her hands together.

“I’ll tell you to stop if it gets too much,” Lorelai said.

“We should give it a go,” Lane said, “It is your Mom’s birthday.”

“Okay,” said Rory reluctantly. She looked sternly at her Mom, as if she was the parent and Lorelai the rebellious teen, “But if it gets too much you’ll shout.”

“Yes, Miss Gilmore,” Lorelai giggled with a fake dutifulness, “I’ll certainly shout.”

Rory nodded, it was as good a response as she was going to get from her Mom. And she had to admit that whilst she was terrified of really hurting her the idea of double anal penetration was a turn-on. She decided that as long as she and Lane were careful they’d be alright. The younger Gilmore turned to her friend, “Put your dildo in first, about a couple of inches and then I’ll join you.”

As the more experienced of the two teens Rory felt that she should go for the harder position – the second cock. Lane took position behind Lorelai, the Milf gritting her teeth and shaking, either with anticipation or nerves as she waited for the first anal intruder. Holding the dildo, still slick with cunt cum, in her hand Lane started to guide it up Lorelai’s butt. The older brunette groaned in encouragement and wiggled her ass to help the cock push in. It wasn’t harder, the chute was well opened, with the walls like elastic, after the earlier reaming it had received. Rory waited until the toy was about quarter-way in, before saying, “Hold it a minute – that’s enough.”

Walking over she gently pushed the top of Lorelai’s back down so that her Mom’s spread her arms out and lay her chin on the floor. Her ass was stuck in the air, Lane moving to make sure her dildo remained in. Rory paused for a moment, looking at them, then she shrugged – it was too late to say she wanted her Mom to go for another wish. She stepped over Lorelai, her feet planted either side of the Milf, to face Lane. The Korean’s expression was a mixture of lust, fear and surprise. Rory smiled, “Just keep it in for the moment, let me make some space.”

There was a nod from the Korean. Rory bent over and extending a finger forced it between the rubber cock and her Mom’s walls. Lorelai groaned as her daughter pulled at her butt-hole, forcing it open, “Ooohh Rory, good girl. I can’t wait. I need two cocks…”

As soon as there was space Rory pushed in a second finger, using both hands to pull and extend the hole. It was hard to open it further, as if it was an elastic band just at the limit of its stretch. But slowly she managed it. The hole opened. The teen was aware of her Mom’s moans and that Lane was quivering like a gun-dog on a duck hunt – it was time to put in the dildo.

“Okay, here it is,” said Rory. She took the toy in her hand and started to push it into her Mom’s chute. Even with her preparation and accurately guiding the dildo it was tight, so tight that she felt that the flesh would split before she could get deeper than the first inch. Her Mom shrieked and Rory stopped, ready to pull out.

Lorelai shook her head, as if she read Rory’s mind, “Stick it in, I want it all.”

“Perhaps if I rocked a bit it’d help?” suggested Lane. She didn’t wait for an answer, but started to move her strap-on round and up and down. It did help; the rubber dong levered open Lorelai’s ass further allowing Rory to slowly ease her own toy deeper. Taking it in turns the two teen’s slowly lowered their cocks into Lorelai’s ass, coming closer together as they did, so that by the time the cocks were in as deep as they could go Rory and Lane’s mouths were locked against each other.

“That’s it, fuck my ass. Oh God,” shrieked Lorelai.

Compared to the normal ass-fuck the movements were slow. Rory still didn’t want to wreck her Mom’s chute, but also because as she fucked Lorelai she was enjoying a quick make-out with Lane. The two of them licked and tongued inside each other’s mouth’s, one hand gripping the others nearest tit, whilst still guiding their toys in and out of Lorelai.

Lorelai’s back passage expanded with every stroke, her ass opening as the two dildos pushed apart her walls. It was like she was made of elastic, though Rory was painfully aware that even elastic could snap if pulled too far. The toys banged against each other and against Lorelai’s walls, the Milf gasping and groaning as her stretched ass was stimulated by the rubber. Her hands flayed about uselessly as she cried out “Oh, oh, I’m a slut, I’m your anal slut girls…”

The fucking didn’t need to be hard, because even the slightest movement was making her cum. Explosions of joy ripped through her stretched hole, razoring through her body like sharpened knives. Lorelai wouldn’t deny that having her ass hole stretched to many times it proper size was sorely uncomfortable, but the orgasms were worth it. Her fingers clenched and unclenched as her daughter and Lane rammed her ass, “Yesssss! God, yes! Yes! Yes!”

Her body quivered with pleasure, shaking harder as two dildo slid into it in unison. The older brunette screamed into the carpet as another orgasm tore into her, “Fuck me, fuck me. I’m your anal whore, double fill my ass!”

The rubber stretched Lorelai’s hole, as it stuffed down. Her anal G-spot went into overdrive, unable to cope with the weight and strength of the toys pressuring it. It’s only recourse was to send explosive orgasm after explosive orgasm through Lorelai, metaphorically shredding her butt-hole. She screamed again, as the climax lifted her, “Oh God, oh God, oh God…”

It was too much. She could cope with the pain, but the pleasure was killing her. Her heart raced so fast that it threatened to push out her chest and the pressure of the orgasms was so much that her brain started to spark. She screamed once more, “Oh God, yes, yes… Oh that’s it girls, I can’t take anymore.”

It took a few moments to get the cocks out. Lorelai gasped and shuddered on the carpet, her entire body racked with sexual pleasure that left her weak and panting.

“Wow, Mom,” said Rory, “Wow you ought to see your ass… it is gaping.”

Lorelai rolled over on her back and pulled her legs back to give the two teen’s an even better view, “That’s because you shared it.”

“It is really open,” agreed Lane, shaking her head in wonder.

Lorelai tried to bend over to see what they were looking at, but there was no way she was flexible enough to contort herself into the position needed. She gave a quick smile at the teens as she said…

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“I wish you’d take a photo of my gaping back hole.”

“Okay,” said Rory, “If you want some proof?”

“Oh I don’t need proof, I can feel it” replied Lorelai. She grinned, “I just thought you and Lane would want some momentos. You want a souvenir, Lane, something to remind you of your first threesome?”

“Thanks, that would be great,” Lane was always polite.

It took Rory a few moments to find the camera, not long, but long enough she thought her Mom’s ass would at least be beginning to close. She hadn’t reckoned on Lorelai’s ingenuity. The Milf was lying on her back, but the baseball bat – normally kept by the door in case of unwelcome intruders – was being used to masturbate her ass. Lorelai grinned and pulled it out, bringing her legs back and opening them wide to show her split open chute at its widest, “I’ve got gape.”

“You sure have,” replied Rory as she clicked on the camera’s button. She zoomed in to take a shot of her Mom’s ass, it was red-rimmed round a dark, large hole.

“Hey, Lane,” said Lorelai, “We need to take some with you.”

Without even waiting for the answer Lorelai turned onto her hands and knees, with her butt facing the camera. She moved her legs apart to reshow her gaping ass. Lane joined her, the teen sitting with her legs underneath her next to the Milf, before moving her face onto to Lorelai’s butt. Rory too a picture of her friend, and gave a giggle as Lane stuck out her tongue cheekily, before running it over Lorelai’s open chute. The Milf gave a little groan as the Korean worked her well-used ass. Rory took a few more shots; she guessed that these pictures wouldn’t be in pride of place on Mrs Kim’s wall – though if Lane was ever short of college funds there were websites that would pay big, or at least medium, bucks for them.

“How about some pics with my little girl?” smiled Lorelai.

“I’ll take them,” Lane stood up and took the camera as Rory settled down beside her Mom. The first was just of her resting her chin in the grooves of her Mom’s ass, but soon she followed Lane’s example and ran her tongue over her Mom’s gaping hole. They would make some damn hot shots, thought Rory as she ran her tongue round the open hole, at least they would be judging from the way Lane had pushed her hand under the strap-on and was rubbing her slit. Rory dipped her tongue into the hole, wiggling it around long enough to make sure Lane got at least a couple of pics – just in case one had her thumb in it or something.

Lorelai groaned again, “That’s nice, Rory, that’ll make a good picture.”

“It can go next to our bed,” grinned Rory, “Remind me what a great fuckable ass my Mom has before I go to sleep.”

“I’m hoping that there are other reminders of that,” said Lorelai.

Rory licked at the ass again, disappointed it was starting to close. However, there would be plenty of photos to show her Mom how far she had opened.

As Rory licked Lorelai groaned. It wasn’t that she wasn’t enjoying herself, the problem was exactly the opposite. Lorelai was enjoying it too much, her daughter’s tongue feeling so good sliding around her open back hole, promising more pleasure to come if she continued, pleasure which Lorelai didn’t think she could handle, not after the orgasm overload she had just gone through.

Luckily Lorelai had a way out of her predicament, the sexy Milf turning around to give her daughter a sultry look and licking her lips.

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“I wish you’d let me clean both those cocks.” Lorelai wished.

Rory was reluctant to leave her Mom’s scrumptious ass, but it wasn’t her birthday so she slowly stood up and smirked as her mother quickly turned round and after a playful look up at her swallowed the first few inches of Rory’s strap-on.

Lorelai let out a long throaty moan as she tasted the deepest part of her ass on the dick, happily savouring the flavour before lowering her lips downwards until the dildo began sliding down her throat. She began bobbing her head up and down on the cock like she was trying to win a prize.

The only real prize Lorelai got was the attention of the two teens, which was more than good enough, Lorelai revelling in the attention as she continued taking more and more of the strap-on until she was deep throating the entire thing. Of coarse this meant there was no more yummy ass juice to suck, but having the two girls watching intently more or less made up for it and at least she had the juice on Lane’s dildo to look forward too.

“Mom’s an ATM slut, as well as an anal slut.” Rory explained casually to her best friend, “She loves the taste of her own ass, isn’t that right Mom?”

Lorelai pulled her mouth away from the cock, gasped, nodded her head and said, “Especially when it’s on my daughter’s dick.”

With that Lorelai dived back down to her daughter’s dick, quickly swallowing every inch for another little deep throating session, albeit this one much shorter than the last.

“That’s sweet… but I think Lane has some yummy ass juice for you.” Rory said after letting her Mom suck her cock a little longer.

“Yay!” Lorelai exclaimed as if she didn’t already know, the older woman happy that when she turned her head Lane was right there with her strap-on ready and waiting to be sucked.

In no patience for waiting Lorelai swallowed the head of Lane’s cock, again savouring the flavour of the deepest parts of her bowels before gradually bobbing her head downwards so she could taste less deep but just as tasty parts of her own ass. It wasn’t long before her lips hit the base and she was deep throating the whole thing just a few moments ago with her daughter’s dick, that daughter and that daughter’s friends still giving Lorelai their full attention as she fellated the phoney phallus.

“Wow, your Mom really is a great cock sucker.” Lane said.

“Not what every girl wants to hear, but I’m kind of the exception to the rule.” Rory grinned.

“I’ll say.” Lorelai said, only briefly taking her mouth off Lane’s dildo before stuffing it back down her throat.


“Are you sure you don’t want to sit down?” Lane asked hours later.

“I’m sure.” Lorelai blushed.

After the Milf had thoroughly cleaned off Lane’s cock the three women had rested on their sides and chatted for quite a while. Inevitably though their thoughts turned to food, which was why they were in the Gilmore girls’ kitchen, all three still naked and happily eating left over take-out from a couple of nights ago after a failed attempt by Lane to get the Gilmore girls to order a sandwich or something.

Lane was finding setting a little uncomfortable as her butt was still kind of sore after the fucking it had taken but she had been assured that was normal. Rory seemed to be experiencing the same thing but Lane was worried about Lorelai who hadn’t even tried to sit down.

“Don’t worry Lane. It normally takes a while for Mom’s ass to properly heal once I’m done fucking it… probably because of old age, so I guess with her ass double-fucked it’ll take even longer.” Rory teased, a beaming smile on her face directed at her mother just to show her she wasn’t serious.

“Huh, evil child.” Lorelai said putting on an obviously fake scowl, “If you weren’t sitting down I’d totally spank you.”

“Well I am, and you’re not.” Rory said playfully before slapping her Mom’s rear with surprising force.

“OWWW… Rory, that seriously hurt.” Lorelai whined.

“Oh.” Rory said, more than a little regretful as she hadn’t meant to hurt her Mom, or even hit that hard. Luckily there was a quick and easy way to earn her mother’s forgiveness, Rory smiling before she said, “Don’t worry, I’ll kiss it and make it better.”

Generally speaking whenever those words were uttered the kiss didn’t make things that much better. But this was the exception to the rule, possibly because it was not one but many kisses and Rory really committed to making her Mom feel better as she pressed her lips all over her mother’s ass cheeks.

Lorelai moaned softly as her daughter got down on her knees behind her and began literally kissing her butt, those soft pecks making her forget all about the meant to be playful slap.

Wanting to encourage this attention Lorelai bent over the table, placing her hand firmly down upon it and sticking out her ass for her daughter. Rory responded by shoving her tongue into her Mom’s almost but not quite closed ass hole, Lorelai cooing softly as a soft little tongue invaded her rectum and caressed her anal walls.

“I’ve… I’ve really got to be going.” Lane said, beginning to get dressed after watching the rim job for several minutes.

“Are, oh, are you sure you can’t stay a little longer?” Lorelai panted as her daughter began tongue fucking her ass.

“No… no, no.” Lane said, sounding a little bit apprehensive to leave but slowly finished getting dressed before adding, “I’ve got band practice later, and besides, I’d rather not be here when Paris comes.”

There was a muffled sound from Lorelai’s rear and then Rory pulled her tongue from her Mom’s butt and repeated herself, “What?”

Wish 24

“I wish you’d ring up Paris and invite her over.” Lorelai said with a grin, “Don’t worry she’s expecting your call.

Rory looked surprised for a few moments, thought about it, then realised she really shouldn’t be and slap her Mom on the ass, deliberately hard this time.

“Don’t move.” Rory ordered, before standing up and then turning to Lane, “Are you sure you can’t stay?”

Again Lane was taken aback by how things in the Gilmore household seemed to turn from normal to kinky and back again at a drop of a hat. Rather than comment on it though she simply shook her head and said, “Thanks but like I said I really have to be going. Thanks for letting me stay for lunch and… well, everything. Just… thanks.”

With that Lane exited the back door to the Gilmore house as Lorelai reached round and entered her own back door with a finger. Rory rolled her eyes at her Mom’s slutty behaviour as she walked through the hall to grab the phone, quickly grabbing it with the intention of returning to the kitchen. Then she spotted the strap-ons.

Rory bit her lip. Her Mom had taken one hell of a butt pounding… but it seemed like she was up for more anal fun. God knows Rory was.

So Rory quickly slipped the larger strap-on up her thighs and returned to the kitchen where she found her mother shamelessly fingering her ass hole.

“Take your fingers out of your ass and spread your cheeks.” Rory ordered.

Lorelai turned her head to look behind her, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the toy around her daughter’s waist. About a second later her butt cheeks were spread as wide as they possibly could be, providing her daughter with a nice little bull’s-eye which Rory was only too happy to hit dead on.

Lorelai still wasn’t totally recovered from her double ass fucking and there was quite a bit of pain as her butt hole and then back passage was stretched wide open again. However, it meant she was also still nice and loose back there so her daughter was quickly and easily able to slide her cock into the deepest depths of her bowels.

Rory was able to start the butt fucking just as quickly and easily as she had entered her mother’s rectum, using slow but steady pumps of her hips to move the dildo in and out of her Mom’s stretched shit hole.

The main reason Rory ass fucked her Mom slowly was because of the double anal thing. They’d had some pretty energetic butt pounding sessions in the past but nothing quite like that before and Rory could only imagine how sore her mother must still be. Of course Rory could never get tired of watching a cock strapped around her own waist, and therefore essentially her cock, slowly sliding in and out of her Mom’s stretched open butt hole, the fact her Mom was spreading her ass cheeks only making the sight hotter in Rory’s eyes.

As such the mother sodomising continued at the slow pace far beyond the point Lorelai’s groans had turned from a mixture of pain and pleasure to pure pleasure. They may have continued for even longer if Rory hadn’t taken a moment from her busy schedule of staring at her Mom’s dildo stuffed ass to spot the phone lying were she had left it on the table.

Remembering she had a wish to complete Rory grabbed the phone and began slowly dialling the number, making a game out of it by hitting a button every time she thrust into her Mom’s butt. She was going to do the same for the dialling tone but after it rang once the person on the other end immediately picked up and started ranting…

“Finally! Do you have any idea how boring this town is? There is literally nothing to do here, unless you like watching plants growing or extremely poor child acting, which somehow isn’t as bad as the teacher’s acting. And don’t get me started on that diner. How you can like the food there has to be the biggest mystery in the world, way bigger than Bigfoot or how many incompetent people ended up at our school.” Paris said, barely stopping for breath, “This is Rory isn’t it? I guess it doesn’t matter either way but Lorelai did say it would be you… or you said it would be Rory as the case maybe, or…”

“It’s me Paris.” Rory said, which was all she was able to get out before Paris went on another rant about Stars Hollow. Rory only half listened, entertaining herself by switching her hands over so that she had the phone in her right hand, and then the left, and so on. It wasn’t a great game, but it had amused Rory enough in the past when Paris got sidetracked, and this time at least her other hand was on her mother’s hips as she was thrusting in and out of her ass. Suddenly having an idea Rory pressed her mouth over the receiver, lifted her hands up and away from her body while she was still pumping her Mom’s butt and said quietly, “Look Mom, no hands!”

“Will I, oh, will I ever cease being proud of you?” Lorelai moaned mockingly.

Rory just grinned and returned to the phone in time to hear, “Anyway, I have to say I’m surprised this is happening. Not the you’re letting your Mom fuck you part, I always thought you guys were unnaturally close so if you weren’t fucking already you would eventually, but I figured you’d never actually share each other. Even when you said you were dating I always figured you were only pretending to keep the truth about you and your Mom a secret.”

“Well, I was thinking about her when I was with them.” Rory admitted.

“So I was half right? Hm.” Paris said indignantly, “Anyway, can I come over now? I’m beyond tired of waiting and I want to just have sex already. And it better be good sex, I didn’t drive all this way for some second rate nervous cunt licking.”

Feeling boldened by her current position Rory replied, “Can you give me an hour? I’ve got my strap-on deep in my Mom’s ass right now and she gets really cranky if I start butt fucking her and don’t make her cum at least a couple of times.”

For the first time Rory had known her Paris seemed speechless. For a moment Rory was genuinely worried Paris would freak out and tell someone, but instead her friend simply said, “Your butt fucking your Mom… like, right now?”

“Yeah.” Rory said, feeling relieved at the sound of lust in Paris’s voice, “She’s bent over our kitchen table right now… spreading her ass cheeks so her daughter can watch her big strap-on dick slide in and out of her butt hole.”

“Wow… that’s so hot.” Paris said after a long pause, “I’m impressed. Lorelai said you guys switched but I thought she meant sometimes she lets you think you’re in control. I didn’t think there was a speck of dominance in you.”

“Well, it’s pretty equal actually.” Rory said, still beaming at the fact Paris had said she was impressed. Rory had showed her half a dozen A+ papers and assignments but apparently it took her butt fucking her Mom to get Paris Geller impressed, “We’re pretty instinctive too, which helps. Like I noticed how despite getting two dildos up her slutty ass a couple of hours ago Mom still really wanted another butt fucking.”

“Hence why you’ve got a strap-on deep in her ass.” Paris grinned.

“Exactly.” Rory said, “Besides, Mom’s kind of an anal slut. Here, let me put her on the phone. She’ll tell you herself.”

With that Rory passed the phone to her mother who had to take her hands off her own butt cheeks so she could lift herself up a little with one hand and use the other to bring the phone to her lips, “It’s true, I’m a total anal slut. Especially for my little girl’s cock. Oooohhhh.”

Lorelai moaned as Rory gave her some particularly hard thrusts, “Tell Paris how much you love my cock.”

After she spoke Rory grabbed onto her mother’s hips and began picking up the pace until she was roughly butt fucking her Mom, Paris able to hear the sound of flesh smacking off flesh even over the loud sound of Lorelai’s moans, groans and whimpers.

“Oooooohhhhh fuck, oh fuck, oh yes, mmmmmm.” Lorelai moaned down the phone, momentarily forgetting what she was supposed to be doing as the skilful ass fucking she was receiving from her daughter became nice and hard, then she did her best to force out her words, “Aaaaaahhhhh, oh, Paris, oh, I love my daughter’s cock. Mmmmmmm, I love my daughter’s big cock. I love it in my ass! Ooooooh, my daughter butt fucks her Mommy so good, I, oh, I can’t get enough… I can’t get enough of my daughter’s dick in my ass! MMMMMMMM, I need it. I need to feel my daughter’s dick in my ass. Ooooooohhhhhhh, mmmmmmm, yes, mmmmm, Rory is so good to me, when ever I want her cock in my ass all I have to do is bend over and my sweet little daughter will butt fuck me. Mmmmmmm, I also bend over whenever she wants. All she has to do is tell me to bend over. Mmmmmm, or get my ass on her cock, oh, or lift my legs up, or in whatever position she wants me in. MmmmmMMMMM, I’m such an anal slut, aren’t I Paris? Loving my daughter’s cock up my ass, oh, and in my pussy, mmmmmmmm, having anal sex with my own daughter, ooooohhhhhh, letting her butt fuck me across our kitchen table while I’m talking to you, ooooooohhhhhh goooooddddd, ooooooooohhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkk, aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!”

Paris wasn’t sure whether Lorelai dropped the phone or still had it in her hand, but the Mom she wanted to fuck seem to forget all about talking to her and just scream in pleasure. Paris continued listening to this for a short while and then hung up and headed over to the Gilmore house. There was no way she was waiting an hour.


The clear sounds of sex could be heard from outside the door which surprised Paris. The blonde considered mentioning to Rory if she wanted to keep the fact she was fucking her Mom a secret she should probably look into soundproofing her house, but ultimately Paris concluded that could wait until later. After all, she had an all girl threesome to get too.

Paris’s second surprise was that the front door was unlocked. Sure she was expected, but she genuinely advise people who weren’t constantly engaging in taboo sex to always lock their doors even when they were home as you just couldn’t trust people, especially not the seemingly harmless riffraff that inhabited this boring town.

Casually entering and making her way to the kitchen Paris forgot all about her complaints when she saw her sweet, innocent friend Rory Gilmore brutally butt fucking her own mother.

The sight caused Paris to freeze in her tracks, blinking several times because she literally couldn’t believe her eyes.

The Gilmore girls were barely recognisable. True, Paris didn’t know Lorelai that well but she had always seemed so… in control. Paris had never pictured her as a bottom, not even a part-time one, but now she was squealing with glee as she was sodomised by her own daughter… Rory. That little church mouse of a girl suddenly seemed the very embodiment of dominance, pounding into her Mom’s pooper with surprising force and skill.

After just staring for what was probably an hour, at least meaning Paris had waited long enough, the blonde awoke from her frozen state as Lorelai began cumming. Figuring this meant things were coming to an end Paris began slowly stripping off her clothes, admittedly impressed that her best friend continued pounding Lorelai’s ass right through to another climax, and then another. By the time Lorelai was shuddering through her fourth Paris was ready for action, and beyond tired of waiting.

As her mother slowly came down from her high Rory slowed her thrusting with the intention of speeding up again after she gave her Mom a chance to recover. Then she heard a coughing sound.

Turning her head quickly Rory was relieved to see Paris standing a few feet away wearing a strap-on, “Hey Paris… I see you’ve come equipped.”

Paris smiled, took a few paces forwards and unceremoniously kissed Rory roughly on the lips. Rory was taken aback, especially as Paris quickly shoved her tongue into her mouth, but she quickly responded. After all she was used to dealing with her friend’s bluntness.

As they kissed Rory gave her Mom’s ass the occasional quick thrust, just to make sure her mother was still with them. The sharp moan which followed every thrust was more than convincing enough which put Rory’s mind at ease as she let Paris explore her mouth with her tongue before she returned the favour, the two young girls French kissing for several minutes.

When Paris finally broke the kiss she gave Rory a look the young brunette had never seen before and said, “You know, I’ll deny this if anyone asks, but I kind of always wanted to do that.”

“Your secret is safe with me.” Rory grinned, more than getting the irony as she pulled her strap-on dildo out of her Mom’s butt hole.

For a few moments the eighteen year olds admired the sight of Lorelai’s once again opened ass hole, the two friends eventually getting a better look into the older woman’s bowels as Lorelai reached back and spread her ass cheeks, “Isn’t my daughter a skilled butt fucker Paris? Just look at how well she’s fucked my ass.”

“You must be so proud.” Paris said dryly.

“Mmmmm, so proud.” Lorelai said dreamily, “I’m so proud of my little butt fucker. She makes her Mommy’s butt feel so good.”

“Can I have a go?” Paris asked hopefully.

“What, you just want to walk in here and shove something up my ass? Do you really think I’m that much of an anal slut?” Lorelai questioned with mock indignity.

“Yes.” Paris said, recognising Lorelai’s tone for what it was.

“Well I’m sorry Paris but I’m just not that kind of girl.” Lorelai said unconvincingly before smiling, “You’ve at least got to kiss me first.”

“I think that’s fair.” Paris said as if she’d reached the end of a gruelling negotiation as she walked around to kiss the Milf.

The kiss was nothing like the one she had given to Rory, the girl in question quite surprised about just how softly her friend kissed her mother. Although Rory had to admit she enjoyed watching the other two swapping spit, those tongues clearly gently caressing each other for several moments before the kiss was eventually broken.

Lorelai smiled, “Now I think about it, I am that type of girl…” she licked her lips as she looked at the strap-on Paris was wearing, “I think we better get some use from that…”

Wish 25

“I wish you two would spit roast me,” the Milf gave her next wish. She didn’t tell the two girls who to take which hole, they were both old enough to sort it out between themselves and, anyway, Lorelai didn’t mind as long as she got one cock to swallow and another pounding her from behind. She vaguely hoped they’d whack it in her ass, but she could live with taking it in her pussy.

Beside her Paris and Rory stood beside each other, for a second Rory seemed to be waiting for Paris to speak first and order her what to do. But for once it seemed that Paris was awaiting the other’s lead. That was amusing thought Lorelai, Paris lost for words – though she was sure it was only temporary. Meanwhile, without a couple of teens warming her up she was getting so cold she risked getting goose-pimples. She gave a seductive little moan, “Come on, let’s not be all day. I want hard rubber…”

Taking the hint Rory took control, “Paris, you wanted a go with Mom’s ass, so go ahead. It’s only fair as I’ve been fucking her all morning. So she can suck off this dirty cock for me while you fuck my Mom up the ass.”

Paris grinned and said, “Thanks, I’d love too. If that’s alright by your Mom…”

“It is,” said Lorelai, before Paris could say anything more, “In fact you could kinda of say it was my wish.”

Rory laughed, “Mom you are such a slut,” she moved in front of the Milf, “Now shut up and suck on this.”

Lorelai saw her smile jokingly as she spoke. Paris look nonplussed, her lack of humour was legendary and she probably thought Rory was serious in her words. Lorelai would have told her she wasn’t being so if it wasn’t for the fact that the moment she opened her mouth Rory pushed the cock in. Luckily Rory spotted Paris’s confusion and said, “Don’t worry Paris, it’s all good clean fun. Now, do as Mom asked and bang her ass.”

“Okay,” said Paris, “You really have stretched her out. It’ll be like sticking my finger down a rabbit warren.”

Lorelai wasn’t sure she liked the allusion, okay she was gaping, but that made it sound like she was a bunny with the morals of one – when apart from today the only person she had sex with for months was Rory. She couldn’t say this though as Rory’s dildo was being fed into her mouth; Lorelai opened herself more allowing the toy to push in. Her teeth scraped over the rubber and she could feel the taste on her tongue; a bitterness. Rory moved back and forth, each time sliding a bit more of the dildo in. She grinned, “Fuck her Paris, go on.”

If it wasn’t for the cock in her mouth Lorelai would have gasped as Paris thrust the dildo up her ass. Paris was right in that Lorelai was so open that the toy moved in easily, one thrust being sufficient to get the toy all the way down Lorelai’s ass. But she wasn’t so loose that she could feel the toy racing down her chute, skimming over nerve endings already sensitised and making them send little shots of pleasure through her. Paris’s thighs slapped into Lorelai’s butt as the cock rammed home. There was no pause before Paris was moving back, pulling out the toy so it whistled over the sensitive walls, and then she thrust in again. Paris’s hands gripped the Milf’s sides for balance as she began to hammer her ass, “Wow Rory, you’re Mom can take it all.”

“Yes,” said Rory with obvious pride, “She’s so good she could go professional.”

“I’d pay,” agreed Paris. She hammered back and forth quickly, certainly with more expertise and confidence than Lane – Lorelai wasn’t sure whether that was because Paris was more practiced in the arts of girl loving or whether this was just another natural accomplishment of the blonde. It certainly wouldn’t have surprised her that Paris had carved a melon to practice on before coming round.

“I’d let you borrow her free,” said Rory and winked at her Mom. She held the top Lorelai’s head in her hands as she slowly eased the cock in. She was moving, much slower and more deliberate than her friend; she was still controlling the entry, but doing so at a speed that allowed Lorelai to get used to the large object in her mouth. The teen grinned, “Come on Mom, slurp up my shitstick.”

“And take this as well,” grunted Paris as she pounded forward. Her brutal thrusts drove into Lorelai, opening her ass even further and riding down deep into her chute. Every blow made Lorelai’s butt warm and caused pre-orgasmic explosions to come within her. The teen rammed forward, her thighs again crashing into Lorelai. The crack forced Lorelai forward so she swallowed a bit more of her daughter’s rubber dick; it moved towards the back of her throat and her eyes widened as the tip lodged against her taste buds. Bile rose in her for a second and then the cock was pulled back as Paris also withdrew.

“How do you like being spit-roasted?” asked Rory. There was no answer from Lorelai, though the Milf hoped the answer was obvious as she allowed herself to be rattled between the two teens. She had known for a while that Rory was a skilful lover, and Paris was also either highly experienced or a natural so good that in a few years she could charge as the world’s top lesbian courtesan. Her ass was on fire, in a good way, as Paris pounded it, the dildo slamming in time with the one in her mouth, and each thrust was making Lorelai cum. She couldn’t scream, but she could shake. And she did; her body quivered and bent, her back arching and her fingers clawing as the orgasms ripped into her.

“She likes it,” said Paris.

“A lot,” agreed Rory. She pulled the cock out, allowing Lorelai to gasp in some oxygen as Paris continued to slam her ass.

“Yessss, yesss, ye…” Lorelai shrieked before Rory replaced the dildo in her mouth. This time Rory began to thrust harder, throat fucking her Mom with almost as much force as Paris was entering her behind. The cock went deep into Lorelai’s mouth, pushing against her tastebud and the back of her throat. It was all she could do not to gag and force the toy out, but Rory was prepared, gripping her hair and battling against the Milf’s reflex action. Her eyes widened and watered so much that her vision blurred; not that she was crying – Lorelai was enjoying the double pounding too much for that. However, she did finally force the cock back, pushing it out of her mouth for a few moments and doubling over to let the drool run out of her mouth.

“You want more?” grinned Rory, holding her dildo, soaked with saliva and as clean as if it was new.

“More, more,” gasped Lorelai greedily and took the dildo in her mouth again. The two teens pounded forward, one from the back and one from the front, sandwiching Lorelai between them. Her pussy, even though it was untouched, was as wet with lust as Rory’s dildo was with spit; and both were dripping – cum or saliva dribbling onto the floor. Lorelai gave in to bliss, enjoying every second of the two dildos entering her; she arched and shook, soaked with sweat. Harder, harder the two teen’s ploughed into her. Lorelai could hear their grunts, a cross between effort and enjoyment, feel their sweaty, slippery skin against hers and if she couldn’t see Paris cute pert titties bouncing away it was made up for by being able to see Rory’s.

Rory pulled out the cock again and looked at it, it was soaked clean. She grinned, “Mom, you suck so good.”

“She sure does.” Paris said, admiring the wet but clean dildo as she pulled out of Lorelai’s ass and walked around the table, “Could I have a go?”

“I…” Rory started before Lorelai quickly swallowed the head of Paris’s strap-on and began eagerly sucking on it.

“Huh… she really is a great cock sucker.” Paris complemented as she watched the older woman bob her head up and down on the dildo around her waist, giving the blonde almost as big a rush of power as ass fucking Lorelai had.

Rory watched for a few moments and then slowly made her way round the table so she could admire Paris’s handiwork, Lorelai’s ass hole gaping almost as widely as after the double anal. However, despite how bruised and open it was Rory couldn’t help see it as a baby bird begging to be fed. Rory felt like she was a sailor and her Mom’s gaping butt hole was a siren as it seemed she was helpless to resist.

Lorelai moaned around the cock in her mouth as she felt her ass being entered, reluctantly removing her lips from the dick and turning her head to ask, “Rory, mmmmmmm, what ya doing.”

“Nothing.” Rory said playfully before slamming her hips forward, shoving every inch of her strap-on up her Mom’s ass.

“Ooooohhhhh Rory.” Lorelai moaned, trying and only partially succeeding in sounding annoyed.

“What? You wanted to be spit roasted.” Rory pointed out as she began butt fucking her Mom.

“And, ooooooohhhhhh, I already have. Mmmmmmmmm, it was great… but, ooooooohhhhhh…” Lorelai groaned, really finding it difficult to keep her trail of thought as her daughter skilfully pumped her pooper, “But isn’t it time you, uuuuunnnnn, gave my back door a rest?”

“Hmmm, no.” Rory said, quickly adding, “Come on Mom, just let me butt fuck you to one more orgasm? Please? I wanna butt fuck my Mommy to just one more orgasm.”

Lorelai bit her lip and tried not to be swayed by Rory’s pleading look, a little difficult seeing as her daughter hadn’t stopped fucking her ass, that big dildo stimulating what felt like every inch of Lorelai’s rectum until despite how sore and aching her back passage was it was also on fire with pleasure.

“Can you hurry up and decide already. I want ether a cock sucking or a cunt lapping. In fact I’ll just about settle for anything which isn’t standing around waiting.” Paris said impatiently.

There was a brief pause and then Lorelai slowly turned her head back round to suck Paris’s cock. Just before she swallowed the strap-on Lorelai softly said, “Just one more orgasm.”

A second later Lorelai was moaning around the head of Paris’s dildo as she felt her daughter slamming her dildo in as hard and as deep into her bowels as she could, Rory wasting no time in getting down to some serious Mom butt busting.

Thanks to all the previous back door abuse Lorelai’s pooper ached throughout this latest ass fucking, however thanks to that same previous back door abuse the ecstasy Lorelai felt far outweighed any ache, Rory eagerly pounding her Mom’s butt to climax.

As Rory slammed her Mom’s shit hole Paris began pumping her hips almost as roughly, her dirty dildo quickly sliding deeper into Lorelai’s mouth and down the Milf’s throat. The roughness caught Lorelai off guard for a moment, but she quickly adjusted and was soon taking every inch of Paris’s fake cock down her throat and sucking the entire length.

For what felt like only a few moments Lorelai enjoyed being sandwiched between the two teens, they’re barely legal bodies using hers for their pleasure, these young girls using her mouth and her ass as the fuck holes they were. The pervertsitys of this act alone could probably have made Lorelai cum, although certainly more than helped to have her daughter roughly fucking her ass hole. Rory eagerly plundering her Mom’s pooper until Lorelai went crashing over the edge, her body shaking violently as she received that one more orgasm as promised.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, that orgasm was followed by another and another, Rory refusing to stop butt fucking her mother even for a second. Lorelai considered punishing Rory for breaking her promise. She would at least give her a firm talking to under any other circumstances, but in this case Lorelai supposed she could forgive the breaking of this particular promise. Besides, it wasn’t like she hadn’t ever forced a couple more orgasms out of Rory when her daughter was similarly insistent that she could take no more.

However Lorelai was pretty sure if she took yet another ass fucking like this one her back hole would probably never fully recover. While she liked walking around with a gaping ass hole and she even liked it when she couldn’t sit down without pain as both were a reminder of previous pleasure she would rather these effects weren’t permanent. Besides, she wasn’t done with her wishes.

So when Rory finally pulled out Lorelai slumped downwards off the table and turned around as she did so. Lorelai did this quickly so she was kneeling in front of her daughter before Rory had a chance to go anywhere. Just as quickly Lorelai swallowed the dildo which had just been in her ass, taking the entire length into her mouth and down her throat before beginning to bob her head up and down on the whole strap-on.

“Wow, your Mom really loves the taste of her own butt.” Paris said, again actually sounding impressed, not something Rory was used too.

“She loves the taste of her own pussy too. Maybe we could DP her and you could see for yourself.” Rory suggested.

“No!” Lorelai said firmly after pulling her mouth away from the tasty flavoured toy, softening her voice as she saw the look on the younger girls faces, “I love the idea of getting DP’ed by my daughter and her friend as much as the next Mom, but my ass feels like it’s going to be aching, and open, for hours. So I need a serious break from the strap-on fun, okay sweetie?”

“Okay.” Rory said, feeling a little guilty for getting caught up in her lust for her Mom’s ass, “Do you wanna take a break? We could crash on the couch and watch a crappy movie. Or at least me and Paris could while you lay down on your front so you’re not putting any weight on your freshly fucked ass. Like usual.”

“Hey, I’m not always the one lying on my front.” Lorelai said, returning the little smirk that crossed her daughter’s face, “But you know what, I think I’m still hungry… and I remember Paris telling me that it’s been a while since she’s had a good pussy eating. So…”

Wish 26

“I wish Paris would let me eat her pussy.” Lorelai grinned.

“Sure. Where do you want me?” Paris replied quickly as she took off her strap-on.

“Let’s go to Rory’s room. It will be softer for us both if you lay down on her bed while I’m in between your legs.” Lorelai said, beginning to follow Paris who was quick to walk into Rory’s room and get in position.

“Hey, what about me?” Rory asked.

“You can watch.” Lorelai shrugged.

“Mom!” Rory whined like a typical teenager, something she’d taken up doing on the extremely rare occasions her Mom denied her sex. She worried a little about becoming spoiled, but her Mom had promised she could have her whenever she wanted and that was one promise she knew both Gilmore girls hated to be broken.

“Hey, you’re the one who couldn’t keep her hands off me. Now I need a break.” Lorelai said, immediately feeling guilty as she saw the disappointed look on her daughter’s face. Pulling her little girl into her arms Lorelai gently kissed Rory and said, “Just a little, tiny break, okay? A Mom can only take so much of her daughter’s sweet loving.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to totally where you out before Paris gets a turn.” Rory grinned.

“Exactly. So stop trying to give your mother orgasms young lady.” Lorelai fake scolded her daughter.

“I’ll try, but my Mom’s really hot. It’s so hard for me to keep my hands off her because I just love fucking her so much.” Rory said, unable to stop herself from kissing her Mom’s neck softly as she spoke.

“Just try your best honey.” Lorelai said, kissing Rory one last time before pulling away, “That’s all a mother can ask.”

“For her daughter to stop fucking her?” Paris said dryly as Lorelai entered Rory’s room.

“Absolutely.” Lorelai grinned, getting up onto the bed and crawling up Paris’s body, “Well, at least for five seconds while she’s having her way with her daughter’s friend.”

Before Paris had a chance to respond Lorelai pressed her lips firmly to those belonging to her daughter’s friend. This actually did the unthinkable and stopped Paris from talking, a technique both Gilmore girls noted for possible later use.

The kiss itself was nice. Long. Lorelai needed the break and Paris seemed surprisingly happy with the foreplay given she had been sliding a strap-on into Lorelai’s mouth not that long ago as opposed to her tongue.

Paris actually liked the sudden change in mood. She liked rough lesbian sex as much as the next girl, but she also enjoyed the softer side which Lorelai seemed only too happy to give.

The softness continued when Lorelai kissed her way down Paris’s neck to her breasts, Lorelai sliding her lips all over them for a few long minutes before taking the right nipple into her mouth and sucking on it gently. Paris let out quite a high pitched gasp followed by a slightly embarrassing whimper as Lorelai went to work on her nipples, going between those already hard peaks. Just sucking gently at first, then came the harder sucking, followed by the licking, and then finally the biting.

Shortly after feeling Lorelai’s teeth nibbling on her nipple Paris moaned out, “Lower. I want your tongue in my cunt now.”

Lorelai was pretty sure it was still her birthday and she should be deciding what happened and when. Then again Paris was a guest, and Lorelai hadn’t wished to play with Paris’s tits. So Lorelai complied, quickly kissing her way down Paris’s stomach and fulfilling the blonde’s request, and her own wish.

Although Paris had been with a few girls before none of them had shoved their tongues directly into her cunt the moment their faces were in between her thighs. She never had a girl immediately start tongue fucking her either, the first thrust and the ones that followed it having Paris crying out joyfully.

The thrusts weren’t that quick, but they were faster than what Paris was used to at this stage. Those thrusts slowed down a little, but not by much, that tongue beginning to slide this way and that, exploring every inch of Paris’s pussy. In what seemed like a second Lorelai found sensitive places inside Paris that have taken other girls half a dozen rug munching sessions to find. A few seconds later Lorelai found sensitive places inside of Paris at Paris didn’t even know existed.

Unfortunately instead of speeding up Lorelai slowed down even more, her tongue torturing Paris with slow strokes which had the blonde whimpering and moaning shamelessly, “Mmmmmm, yes, mmmmmmm, oooohhhhh, fuck me, yeeeessssss, ooooohhhhh, fuck me!”

Usually Paris had a lot more to say but Lorelai’s skilled tongue was making it difficult for her to say anything remotely intelligent. She tried to look for Rory in hopes of finding inspiration, at which point she saw something which made her forget all about saying something. She was too busy hoping whatever Rory was up too wouldn’t stop Lorelai from licking her pussy. Or at least not stop it for too long.

Rory had been standing in the corner sulking for what felt like an eternity. She got why she was being left out, and on some level she even agreed with it, but it was really hard to just watch her Mom and her friend going at it.

Things only got more difficult for Rory when Lorelai buried her face in Paris’s cunt, Lorelai basically on all fours with her ass pointing directly at her daughter.

Rory was convinced it was some kind of punishment, her Mom showing off her gaping butt hole and cum filled pussy and literally wiggling them in Rory’s face as a reminder she couldn’t have them. Rory could even see her mother’s cum overflowing from her pussy as a result of all the orgasms Rory, Paris and Lane had given her, the sweet cream coating Lorelai’s legs and thighs. That’s when Rory got an idea.

Slowly crawling onto the bed Rory pressed a soft kiss at the bottom of her mother’s leg and then began sliding her tongue slowly upwards. Lorelai moaned into Paris’s pussy, but gave no real objection. Grinning wickedly Rory licked the bottom half of that leg up and down before moving to the other to repeat the process, making sure she got every stray drop of her Mom’s cum and pussy juice.

Then she moved to the other half of one of Lorelai’s thighs Rory finally heard an annoyed cry from Paris followed by her Mom panting hoarsely, “Rory!”

“What? I’m not fucking you. Or making you cum. That’s what you wanted a break from right? Your daughter fucking you and making you cum? Well, I’m not.” Rory pointed out.

From the look on her face Rory guest her Mom was trying to decide whether or not to clarify her earlier statement by telling Rory she said she wanted a break, which meant Rory needed to go wait in the corner. To Rory’s delight her Mom made the decision she was hoping she would, Lorelai burying her face back in between Paris’s legs, a clear sign she didn’t mind her daughter cleaning up the mess she made.

Now she had her mother’s approval Rory lapped eagerly at those cum and cunt cream coated thighs, moaning softly as she got to enjoy one of her favourite flavours in the world. There was certainly nothing that tasted better and Rory made sure she got every little bit of it. Of course she wasn’t just there to clean.

At first all of Rory’s licks started from the beginning of her Mom’s inner thigh and ended about half a millimetre away from her mother’s pussy. Then the licks went a little further, Rory’s tongue gently touching and even sliding around the edges of her Mom’s pussy lips, but making sure never to touch the creamy centre.

As a result of Rory’s actions, and no doubt helped by Lorelai eating an eighteen year old pussy, fresh juices flowed from Lorelai’s cunt and directly on to Rory’s tongue.

This was a nice little appetiser, but it in no way satisfied Rory. That was why the teen moved her mouth upwards to her Mom’s ass, sliding her lips all over the sore cheeks, soothing away the pain of having horny teenagers bang into it.

Rory spent even more time kissing her Mom’s ass than licking her thighs, the sound of her mother whimpering into Paris’s pussy music to her ears. After what seemed like an eternity Rory asked in her best little girl voice, “Mommy… are you sure you want a break?”

Lorelai immediately removed her mouth from Paris’s cunt, panted heavily for a few moments and then answered, “No toys. Nothing but your mouth, tongue and fingers.”

The next sound out of Lorelai’s mouth was a loud joyful cry as her daughter buried her tongue as deep as it would go into Lorelai’s pussy, Rory eating her Mom’s pussy like it was the first meal offered to her in weeks.

“Keep eating. Make me cum.” Paris growled as she forcefully pushed Lorelai’s head back down in between her legs, “Eat me and make me cum, eat me and make me cum, eat me and make me cum, eaaaatttttt meeeeee!”

Paris seemed unable to say anything coherent after Lorelai thrust her tongue back inside the teen’s twat, drilling it hard and deep.

Lorelai had greatly enjoyed teasing Paris, but her daughter had been doing the same thing to her almost throughout, albeit with different tactics, and now Lorelai was done with it. She wanted to make Paris cum in her mouth. She practically needed to make the younger woman cum in her mouth.

As Lorelai remembered all the sweet spots in Paris which she had taken her time to discover it wasn’t difficult. All she needed to do was jack-hammer her tongue in and out of Paris while twirling and curling her tongue inside her, getting all of those sweet spots and as a result making Paris screaming almost hysterically in no time, her cum flowing into Lorelai’s mouth as the blonde’s body shook.

Rory didn’t need to find Lorelai’s sweet spots, she had found them all before on her eighteenth birthday and since then she had been in between her mother’s thighs so much she had making Lorelai Gilmore cum down to an art form. Lorelai smiled to herself as she once again pictured her daughter teaching a masterclass on the subject, a fantasy which wasn’t at all damaged by the amazing performance Rory was currently giving.

Lorelai’s more direct work had Paris cumming sooner but Lorelai knew it was only a matter of time before she came in her daughter’s sweet little mouth. Using the time she had to her advantage Lorelai replaced her mouth and tongue with her fingers, fucking Paris to another climax while sucking on her clit. Lorelai switched between tactics a few times, succeeding in giving Paris orgasm after orgasm, before inevitably her daughter’s talented tongue sent her over the edge.

When the first orgasm hit Lorelai’s face was buried in Paris’s pussy, the scream she let out bringing the blonde to another climax herself. Not remotely satisfied Rory shoved her fingers into her Mom’s cunt, roughly fucking her with them as she slid her tongue around her mother’s still gaping ass hole before pushing inside and licking her rectum wall. Cumming almost immediately Lorelai wondered how she could possibly survive much more of Rory’s skilled touch and have any energy left for Paris. Then she got a wicked idea.

Wish 27

“I wish you would 69 with me while Rory tongues my ass.” Lorelai gasped after she pulled away from Paris and looked up at her.

Without even nodding in response Paris twisted her body round on the bed and dived down in between Lorelai’s legs, eager to taste the woman who had made her cum harder than anyone ever had before.

Paris had been hoping for some good sex, while expecting mediocrity. It was her approach to most things in life, but this time she had been blown away as reality had far exceeded her expectations. As a result she felt a desperate need to return pleasure in a way she had never felt before, Paris slamming her tongue into Lorelai’s cunt and fucking her hard.

She tried to find the sweet spots inside the other woman but she didn’t have much patience at the best of times, let alone when she had a tongue drilling her twat. It didn’t help that Lorelai’s pussy cream was so tasty Paris thought she would forever lose her mind to lust, or that she could see and hear Rory shamelessly eating her Mom’s ass like it was the tastiest of treats.

So while Paris started with the best intentions it wasn’t long before she was just slamming her tongue in and out of Lorelai, mostly just hoping to be able to swallow more of the heavenly cunt juices or at least get her face covered in more of the sweet sticky stuff.

It didn’t really matter, whether she knew it or not Paris was hitting plenty of the right places inside Lorelai, more than enough to make the older woman cum even if she hadn’t had her own daughter rimming her. As she did Lorelai came so many times it practically hurt, both of her holes being relentlessly attacked as she just tried to do her best to make Paris cum. She succeeded several times but as the two teens worked her over Lorelai felt an increasing need for a real break until it all became too much.

Wish 28

“I wish you two would 69 while I watch.” Lorelai gasped shortly after she pulled her cum coated face from Paris’s pussy.

“Okay.” Rory said after pulling her tongue out of her Mom’s ass hole.

“Fine by me.” Paris said once her tongue was out of Lorelai’s twat, quickly leaning her head back to tell her friend, “Hop on.”

“Just a second, I’m waiting for Mom to move her hot ass.” Rory said, smacking her mother’s ass playfully as the birthday girl slowly crawled off the blonde. Rory smirked as her Mom let out a light cry of annoyance, but seemed far too exhausted to offer any other form of complaint.

Lorelai didn’t even turn her head to give her daughter a scolding. She only had enough energy to crawl a short distance away before collapsing down onto her back, at which point she immediately winced and rolled over onto her side with a slight blush on her face.

“Something wrong Mom?” Rory asked innocently.

“I’m fine. My naughty little daughter was just a little rough in giving me a birthday butt fucking and despite her enthusiastic attempts to kiss it better I’m pretty sure my butt is going to be gaping and sore for the rest of the day.” Lorelai explained, a grin then crossing her face, “I’m planning to get her back though.”

“Looking forward to it.” Rory grinned back, and then after Paris let out an annoyed fake cough turned to her friend and said with a sigh, “Oh, sorry to keep you waiting Paris.”

“You should be…” Paris began, but she quickly forgot whatever else she was going to say as Rory’s lips gently connected with her own, the other girl having quickly twisted her body round so they wouldn’t have to Spiderman kiss.

The two teens spend some time exchanging the flavours of Lorelai’s pussy and ass hole as they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues. Unsurprisingly Rory took it one step further so that once they were done making out she slid her lips and even her tongue over her friend’s face, happily cleaning up any remaining bits of her Mom’s cum and cunt cream until she was positive there was no more left.

Knowing there would be no further foreplay required, and Paris would probably complain if she tried, Rory turned her body back around and crawled over her friend until they were in the 69 position.

Before Rory could savour the moment Paris reached up, grabbed onto her hips and roughly pulled her down. At the same time Paris thrust her tongue upwards, perfectly timing it so that she penetrated Rory’s pussy with the full length of her tongue in one go.

Rory cried out joyfully at the sudden invasion, but before she had the chance to welcome it Paris removed her tongue from Rory’s wet love hole and began licking the soft flesh around it. This didn’t cause Rory quite as much pleasure, but considering that tongue would almost certainly end up back in her pussy Rory really didn’t mind that much.

In the meantime Rory did her best to return the favour, only briefly looking over at her watching mother before diving down and repeating what Paris had just done, squeezing a loud moan from the blonde in the process.

The two girls quickly became lost in giving each other pleasure, at first Rory playfully copying her friend’s actions before concentrating on her own techniques which she had picked up from countless hours between her Mom’s thighs. Her techniques were highly successful, Paris’s juices flowing quickly into Rory’s mouth and covering her face. They weren’t quite as tasty as her mother’s juices, but they were still pretty good. Of course it helped that this was one of Rory’s fantasies which made things even more enjoyable. True, being with Paris wasn’t close to Rory’s favourite fantasy of fucking her mother but it was still a pretty steamy fantasy and had been since the moment she met the blonde.

While Rory considered this to be one of many fantasies for Paris this was her biggest guilty pleasure. She had hated Rory when they first met, and many times in between, but she had always had a ridiculously big crush on the other girl. It was actually one of the main reasons she had hated her. But it was really hard to hate Rory Gilmore. In the long-term Paris had deemed it impossible, at least for anyone with any sense, and she now decided it was practically a inconceivable notion if one was ever in a 69 with her.

Even in Paris’s most steamiest of fantasies Rory had never been this good at eating pussy, the skilled other girl knowing just when and where to lick, pushing Paris closer and closer with each swipe of her tongue. Then that tongue slid inside her and began steadily fucking her in a way which put all the other girls Paris had been with to shame. All except Lorelai of course, although Paris was pretty certain Rory’s Mommy would be proud of her for this masterful pussy eating performance.

At that particular moment pride wasn’t the main thing going through Lorelai’s mind. After all Rory had been a natural at cunt lapping ever since the first time she had been in between Lorelai’s legs and she had only gotten better with the constant practice. Okay, so Lorelai couldn’t help feeling a little proud, but her main focus at that moment was one thing, revenge.

Kneeling behind her daughter Lorelai gently spread Rory’s ass cheeks, exposing her little girl’s butt hole which she spat on and then licked. Rory just moaned and fucked Paris harder with her tongue in response, Lorelai taking this as a encouraging sign to continue. Not that her daughter had ever turned down a rim job before, Rory continuing to moan as Lorelai lathered her daughter’s ass hole with her tongue.

This continued for quite a while, Lorelai waiting until she was sure both the teens were close to a climax at which point she replaced her tongue with first one, then two fingers. Gently Lorelai pumped in and out of Rory’s ass hole, butt fucking her daughter with her fingers until she was sure her baby girl was about to cum. Lorelai then abruptly pulled her fingers out of Rory’s ass.

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“I wish you’d let me fuck your ass while you eat Paris’s pussy.” Lorelai wished.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck my ass hard with whatever you want!” Rory quickly begged, already having a pretty good idea of what was about to happen.

As it turned out Rory was right on the money, a fact she was very happy about as she felt something much bigger than a couple of fingers pushing its way past her ass hole and deep into her bowels. A short time later her mother’s thighs were pressing against her butt cheeks, meaning two things. One, her Mom had strapped on one of the dildos while she was busy eating her friend’s pussy. Two, that dildo was now as deep as it would go in her ass.

Of course Rory didn’t remove her mouth and tongue from her friend’s cunt to check she was right. She didn’t need too. After all Rory had got very used to the wonderful feeling of being butt fucked by her mother with a strap-on.

Rory recognised the feeling of her Mom’s hands on her hips and the woman who gave her life began pumping a dildo in and out of her butt hole, and the feeling of her mother’s hips gently humping against her butt cheeks.

Her Mom was also nice enough to confirm Rory’s suspicions by moaning, “That’s it Rory, take Mommy’s cock up your tight little ass. You like Mommy’s big strap-on cock up your tight teen ass? Of course you do. You love taking Mommy’s big cock in the ass. You’ve loved it ever since you gave me your anal cherry for your eighteenth birthday. And now look at my little girl, getting fucked up the butt by her Mommy while she and a friend are eating each other’s pussies. Mmmmmm, I’ve raised such a naughty slut.”

Paris was inclined to agree with Lorelai’s analysis. Being in an all girl threesome was pretty slutty, and the fact that Rory was passionately fucking her Mom on a regular basis definitely qualified her as naughty. Plus in her current position from and between her friend’s legs Paris could see the dildo sliding in and out of Rory’s ass, which was incredibly hot. In fact the sight of Rory getting fucked up the ass by her own mother was such a turn on for Paris that the blonde went into pussy eating overdrive.

It started out pretty slowly, Paris gently increasing the speed and the force that she fucked Rory’s pussy with her tongue. Then Paris began sucking on Rory’s clit, not hard or for very long at first, but steadily increasing the pace.

Rory was already close to the edge as it was so these actions had the other girl whimpering, and more importantly using similar tactics to bring Paris even closer to the edge. Then both girls pushed each other over it.

Although it was unintentional both girls simultaneously went in for the kill, both curling their tongues inside each other in a way which had them cumming violently. It was so strong they both momentarily stopped pleasuring each other, both taking a moment just to enjoy what was washing over them. While metaphorically it was their own pleasure that washed over them in reality it was each other’s, both their cum covering each others faces for a few brief seconds. Then the two girls restarted their offensive on each other, Rory shoving two fingers into Paris’s ass so they were on somewhat equal footing.

While it was a nice try Rory was a little preoccupied with other things while the only thing Lorelai had to concentrate on was fucking her daughter’s ass. As such even though Rory gave Paris plenty of additional pleasure with her anal invasion it was nothing compared to what Rory was experiencing thanks to her Mom joyfully sodomising her.

To be fair Lorelai wasn’t actually butt fucking her daughter that hard. She was simply sliding in and out of her ass hole at a steady pace, but the fact that the dildo was much bigger than Rory’s fingers meant that Rory’s back passage was stretched much wider than Paris’s. The strap-on also went much, much deeper. Lorelai knew this, which was why she wasn’t being that rough. Paris’s mouth and tongue would do the job of bringing Rory off, all Lorelai had to do was give her daughter a little additional stimulation.

Of course it was incredibly tempting for Lorelai to increase the pace. After all, she had strapped on the dildo with revenge for her own sore ass hole in mind. But there was plenty of time for that.

Lorelai intended to make sure Rory got the hardest, longest and most of all best butt fucking of her life today. This slow sodomy was just a little appetiser for what Lorelai had planned for her little girl.

So Lorelai continued the slow butt fucking, restricting herself to only giving the occasional hard thrust into her daughter’s ass when she was absolutely sure Rory was about to cum, and even then only because it made her baby girl squeal extra loudly with pure joy, the sound music to Lorelai’s ears as she continued slowly sodomising her daughter.

Considering Rory and Paris spent most of their time acting like mature young adults Lorelai felt she could trust them to decide when enough was enough. However after a while Lorelai wondered if they were simply waiting for her to make another wish. Lorelai debated this for a while but when it became clear the girls were growing tired Lorelai decided she might as well use a wish to move things into the next stage of operation ass fuck daughter.

So, after slowing down to a complete stop Lorelai called out, “Girls… girls… GIRLS!”

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“I wish you two would stop eating each other out so Paris can get a strap-on and help me fuck my daughter.” Lorelai wished once she finally had the two girls attention.

There was a brief pause and then Paris flat out from underneath Rory and panted, “Just give me a minute.”

“Okay… but what am I going to do in the meantime?” Lorelai question thoughtfully out loud before gently pumping Rory’s ass a little.

“Oh, you could, mmmmmm, you could fuck me. Oh please fuck me. Fuck me Mommy. Fuck my ass. Fuck me in the ass. Ohhhhh, please, I’m so close.” Rory moaned in her best little girl voice, “Please Mommy, fuck my ass and make me cum.”

“I guess I could do that.” Lorelai said with a smile on her face as she began to butt fuck her daughter again.

“Yeeeeessssss! Oh yes, fuck me! Fuck me Mommy, fuck my tight little ass, mmmmmmm, oh yes, fuck me Mom!” Rory cried out joyfully in her little girl voice, obviously hoping to entice her mother to give her a hard butt fucking.

It was certainly very difficult for Lorelai to resist. Rory knew full well that the little girl voice she was using drove her mother crazy with perverted lust, and the words she was using were having the exact same effect. That said Rory could have been quiet as a mouse and Lorelai would have still found it difficult not to pound her daughter’s ass hole as hard as she could because this was something they both loved so much.

Both Gilmore girls had learned on Rory’s eighteenth birthday that they could both have incredible orgasms while taking it up the butt. As a result they had become addicted to anal sex, both in the giving and receiving as they loved to give each other pleasure almost as much as they loved receiving it, the Gilmore girls passionately ass fucking each other every chance they got.

Of course in their current position Lorelai got to enjoy the added perversion of having her daughter on her hands and knees for her. While arguably every sexual position Lorelai had with Rory was perverted given their relationship this particular position allow Lorelai to stare at Rory’s ass, watching her hips bang against her baby girl’s butt cheeks and the dildo strapped around her waist pumping in and out of her daughter’s back door.

Lorelai was only able to tear her eyes away from the beautiful sight in front of her a few times to look for Paris, hoping the blonde would move quickly so she wouldn’t get carried away. Alas Paris seemed quite content to watch. Whether this was because Paris needed to recuperate or whether the blonde was just enjoying the view Lorelai didn’t know, and as she continued fucking her daughter’s ass Lorelai found that she increasingly didn’t care.

Eventually Lorelai became so lost to her lust for her daughter’s ass that she completely forgot what she was waiting for, at which point the mother drilled her strap-on cock hard and deep into her own daughter’s ass hole, Rory’s words dissolving into squeals of joy which was sweet music to Lorelai’s ears.

Paris watched in fascination as her friend Rory Gilmore was ass fucked to climax after climax by her own mother, both of them so completely focused on their perverted bout of incestuous lesbian anal sex that Paris doubted that they were even aware she was still in the room, let alone remembered they had a wish to fulfil.

Happy to remind them Paris called out, “Lorelai… Lorelai… LORELAI!”

It took a few goes but finally Paris got the attention of the other two who both looked at her for a second and then without saying a word to each other crawled over to where she was now lying with one of the strap-on dildos around her waist, the whole time Lorelai’s dick never leaving her daughter’s ass from when they started moving to when Rory was kneeling over Paris, the blonde’s cock pressed against her friend’s pussy lips.

Rory let out a long grown as she sank down on Paris’s cock, sighing happily, “Oh my God, I’m being DP’ed! I’m being double fucked. I’m being fucked in my pussy and my ass! And it feels sooooooo gooooooddddd! Mmmmmm, fuck me. Fuck me in both my holes.”

“Only if you bounce for us.” Lorelai said with a wicked grin, “I want my little girl bouncing up and down so she’s fucking herself on the dildos her Mommy and her friend are using to fill both her slutty holes. Mmmmmm, that’s it, good girl, make it easier for us to double fuck you. Oh, that’s a very good girl.”

Paris watched as the Gilmore girls settled back into a similar rhythm that they had been using before, Rory shoving her ass back against her Mom’s thrusts at the same time Lorelai shoved forward so the dildo went as hard and as deep into Rory’s ass as possible. The difference was now every time Lorelai pulled back Rory pushed downwards at an angle so she was impaling her pussy nice and hard on Paris’s dick, the blonde not even having to move as the other two did all the work for her.

While Paris was grateful for the chance to rest she couldn’t help thinking how impressive it was that Rory and Lorelai was still going strong after all the orgasms she’d seen them have. It was doubley impressive considering they had already had one other threesome today, and if this one was anything to go by it was probably just as exhausting.

Paris had been with a couple of girls before so she knew they could typically fuck longer than men. However even by the standards that she’d come to expect this was impressive. Then again she knew that both Rory and Lorelai ate a ridiculous amount of unhealthy food and yet despite not exercising kept in shape so maybe the Gilmore girls could just naturally handle extremes most couldn’t. Or maybe all the calories they consumed were burned up thanks to them being constantly horny.

It may have looked like they still had energy to spare but both Gilmore girls felt exhausted. However they were both so horny and desperate to give each other pleasure they found it almost easy to push through the exhaustion and continue their latest bout of passionate mother/daughter sex, this time with additional friend bonus.

Even so Rory wished she was getting more of a break. Usually being the ‘bottom’ meant she got to rest while her Mom, the ‘top’, did all the work but at this particular moment she was working just as hard as the other two. Perhaps more. In fact definitely more than Paris who mostly just lying back, only occasionally thrusting up into Rory’s cunt. Okay, so almost every time Paris did that Rory came, but only because Rory and her Mom were working so hard.

Just as she thought this Rory began squealing happily through her latest orgasm and Paris began really fucking her, not stopping till she drove Rory to another climax, and then another, and then another, and then another.

Finally getting to enjoy the full benefits of the double penetration Rory’s entire world melted away to the point she could barely even comprehend what was happening to her, her entire world revolving around the two dildos slamming in and out of her pussy and ass hole.

Even though Paris was now roughly thrusting into Rory’s love hole the blonde had been enjoying a nice relaxing break before that as she let the Gilmore girls do all the work. Lorelai on the other hand had been fucking her daughter’s ass hole for a long time now and as much as she loved butt fucking her little girl Lorelai’s stamina sadly had its limits. Of coarse Lorelai drilled hard and deep into Rory’s butt for almost as long as she possibly could, only stopping to pull out when it became clear that if she ass fucked her daughter any longer without a break she would collapse.

On the bright side Lorelai got to admire her handiwork, Rory’s butt hole left gaping obscenely wide from the brutal abuse it had taken.

Lorelai quickly became lost in staring at the red ringed crater which used to be so tiny but was now so open she could see deep into her daughter’s bowels, the Milf only awaking when she heard Rory whimper, “Please Mommy, butt fuck me some more. Oh… I want my Mommy’s dick back in my ass. Mmmmmmm, please, butt fuck your baby girl again Mommy, butt fuck your baby girl like the anal slut she is!”

“Oh don’t worry, I will later, but right now I need a rest, and Paris deserves a turn with your cute little butt.” Lorelai said, swatting Rory’s backside, “So Rory…”

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“I wish you would let Paris fuck your ass hole, while you clean your ass juice off my strap-on.” Lorelai wished after she collapsed back down onto the bed with her upper body resting on the pillows.

“Mmmmm, yum.” Rory giggled, lifting herself off and eagerly over to where her mother was laying.

Pausing once she reached the ass flavoured toy Rory looked up at her mother with those big blue eyes, looking almost innocent for the briefest of moments, before grinning wickedly and swallowing the head of the strap-on.

Both Gilmore girls moaned softly, Rory from the yummy taste of her own ass, Lorelai from the sight of watching her daughter take her cock in her mouth.

There were quickly more moans from Rory as she began to bob her head up and down the first few inches of the shaft, her head slowly lowering with each bob so she got a tiny bit more of the cock into her mouth every time. More importantly this made sure that with every bob Rory was tasting her own butt, the horny eighteen year old happily drawing out the ass to mouth for as long as she could.

After she had taken about one third of the toy into her mouth Rory felt a soft hand on the back of her head and then fingers gently beginning to stroke her hair. Smiling around the cock Rory looked up and locked eyes with her Mom, the brunettes quickly becoming so lost in each other’s eyes that neither of them noticed Paris crawling up behind Rory, the blonde taking a few moments to first stare at the ATM and then Rory’s gaping butt hole before she finally fulfilled Lorelai’s latest wish.

Rory was gently disturbed from the daze she had fallen into by the feeling of hands pulling apart her butt cheeks. Then the young brunette found herself fully awake as she felt a dildo slamming through her well stretched shit hole, Rory’s back passage so opened and loose she didn’t feel any pain whatsoever as Paris buried the whole of her strap-on inside Rory’s rectum in one hard thrust.

Not only did Rory not feel any pain she quickly started moaning joyfully as her friend began sodomising her, Paris taking a firm grip of the other Chilton student’s hips as the blonde girl began gently thrusting in and out of the brunette girl’s butt.

“You are such an anal slut.” Paris stated as if it was a well-known and perhaps even mundane fact.

Certainly neither of the Gilmore girls were going to argue with her, not that Paris was expecting them too.

Paris knew a couple of girls she had previously thought of being anal sluts, and technically they still were, but they clearly had nothing on the blonde’s best friend, and the blonde’s best friend’s Mom.

From everything she’d seen so far Paris concluded that Lorelai and Rory Gilmore had to be the biggest anal sluts in the world, and since she had already treated Lorelai as such it was now only fair that it was Rory’s turn.

With that in mind Paris drilled into her best friend’s butt with ever-increasing force and viciousness until she was ass fucking Rory as hard as she could, Rory’s squeals of delight around her Mom’s strap-on dildo the sweetest music to Paris’s ears.

“That’s it Paris, butt fuck my baby girl.” Lorelai yelled out encouragement, “Drill my daughter’s butt hard and deep. Make it even looser than when I fucked it.”

For a moment Lorelai wasn’t sure Paris heard her, then the blonde yelled, “Fuck yeah, I’m going to butt fuck her until her butt hole is even more gaping than it already is! Mmmmmmmm, going to ass fuck you Rory just like your Mom did! Yeeeeessssssss, me and your Mom are going to ruin your ass hole! You’re never going to shit right again when me and your Mommy are done fucking you up your slutty little ass!”

Lorelai didn’t intend things to go quite that far, but while she had no intention of allowing her daughter’s ass hole to be ruined she had every intention of making sure Rory’s butt hole was stretched open wider than it had ever been stretched before. Thanks to hours of carefully planning out her wishes in advance Lorelai had a plan to do just that, but first she needed to make sure she had fully regained her strength. Or at least recovered enough of it to end the perverted fun of her birthday on a high.

On the perverted scale what Lorelai was a part of now ranked pretty highly. Her daughter was bobbing her head all the way up and down a dildo strapped around her waist, Rory taking the entire strap-on dick into her mouth and down her throat. Rory was even pausing with her lips wrapped around the base, the head of the shaft embedded deep within her throat and thus allowing her to make sure she had got every drop of her own ass juice off the sex toy. And of course behind Rory there was Paris relentlessly fucking her fellow teen’s butt, the sound of flesh smacking off flesh almost as loud as the increasingly less inventive verbal abuse pouring from the blonde’s mouth, “Take it you anal slut! Take it! Take it up your slutty little butt! Fuck yes, take my cock up your slutty little ass you mother fucking whore! Take it mother fucker! Take it like a whore who likes to fuck her mother, and like to get fucked by her! Yes, take it anal slut! Take it up the butt, just like you do for your Mommy!”

Eventually the blonde’s words went from uninventive to incoherent as she clearly became focused on only one thing, pounding Rory’s ass hole, Lorelai almost finding the fierce look of concentration on Paris’s face a little scary. Then not almost, but Rory was screaming joyfully through climax after climax because of it so Lorelai didn’t complain. Instead Lorelai relaxed and watched as Paris relentlessly sodomised Rory until the thirty-five year old mother of one decided it was time for her daughter to receive a real rectum wrecking.

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“I wish you’d let me and Paris double fuck your ass.” Lorelai wished loudly after Paris had butt fucked Rory to yet another orgasm.

Removing her mouth from her Mom’s strap-on Rory looked up lustfully at the woman who had given her life and then softly said, “Okay.”

Grinning widely Lorelai got up and turned her attention to the blonde, “Stay still Paris.”

Doing as she was told Paris watched in fascination as Lorelai came round, briefly sucked on a couple of her fingers, and then gently pushed one of them into Rory’s ass hole even though the blonde’s cock was still deep inside Rory’s back passage. Of course it wasn’t just that the finger slid in without too much trouble that was fascinating. In fact what really caught Paris’s attention was how Rory moaned joyfully at the additional invasion of her forbidden hole.

Lorelai had given Paris a little heads up that she was planning on a little double anal, but while Paris had been sure there were women out there whoreish enough to be able to take two cocks up their asses she just couldn’t envision innocent little Rory Gilmore being able to do such a perverted thing. While that was when Paris was fairly certain but not sure the Gilmore girls were fucking each other it was somehow easier to envision Rory fucking her Mom than being willing or able to take two dildos, or even a single dildo, up her butt, although Rory always did have such a tight little butt the thought of it being double fucked or even fucked seemed absurd.

Now Paris was kneeling behind Rory with a dildo strapped around her waist buried in the brunette’s tight little butt while her friend’s Mom gently pushed finger after finger into Rory’s ass hole it seemed even more absurd, although now absurdly hot.

“I think I’m ready for your cock now Mom.” Rory moaned as her mother gently finger fucked her very stretched out back door.

Lorelai considered ignoring Rory and continuing to open up her precious baby girl’s butt for a little longer, but at this point she had four fingers, two from each hand, deep inside her daughter’s ass and had been gently stretching the hole this way and that for several minutes. So biting her lip Lorelai softly said, “Okay honey… relax for Mommy.”

Considering what a little genius Rory was, and all the anal sex they had been enjoying recently, it wasn’t very necessary for Lorelai to tell her daughter to relax. But she couldn’t help it, it was simply motherly instinct Lorelai thought as she removed her fingers from her daughter’s ass hole and quickly pushed the head of her strap-on inside the expanded back hole.

“Ohhhhhh Mommy, wrecked my ass.” Rory cried joyfully as the second dildo stretched her ass hole like never before, “Mmmmmm, I want my butt ruined. Oh, ahhhhhh, stretch the hole I shit from Mommy!”

Despite Rory’s clear enjoyment Lorelai could hear pain in her daughter’s voice so she went slowly and steadily, gradually adding inch after inch of dildo into Rory’s rectum until finally Lorelai’s hip was pressing against Paris’s hip, nearly the entire length of both strap-on cocks buried deep within Rory’s butt.

“Oh Mommy, oh fuck me, oh, fuck my ass.” Rory whimpered softly, “Please, I ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Who do you want fucking your ass?” Paris asked after quickly pulling a few inches out of her friend’s butt, even this small move clearly sending powerful jolts of pleasure and pain rocketing through Rory’s body.

“YOU! You both. I wanna be butt fucked by you and my Mommy.” Rory said quickly, hoping it would appease Paris.

It did and Paris slowly started thrusting her strap-on in and out of Rory’s butt hole, Lorelai remaining still as her daughter got used to the sensation of a dildo moving in and out of her back passage as another dildo remained unmoving within her bowels.

Once Rory’s whimpers of pain and pleasure had been completely replaced by whimpers, moans and groans of pure pleasure Lorelai began fucking her daughter’s ass along with Paris, Rory squealing with orgasmic delight just from Lorelai’s first movements, “Yeeeeeessssssss aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkk! Fuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkk myyyyyyy assssssss!”

Lorelai grinned happily as her daughter came like a fountain, Rory’s cum repeatedly squirting down on the bedsheets as Lorelai and Paris ass fucked her at an increasingly harder pace.

It was impossible to go as hard and as fast as they could if it was just one of them ass fucking Rory, or at least impossible without doing any permanent damage to Rory’s rectum, but the teen and the Mom made do, eventually settling into quite a rough butt fucking considering the circumstances.

Through Rory’s first few orgasms whenever Paris would push into her ass Lorelai with pull out of her butt and vice versa, the two cocks drilling away Rory’s shit pipe like a boxer drilling away at their opponent’s face. Then Lorelai and Paris began occasionally thrusting in and out at the same time, each of these double thrusts into the very deepest part of Rory’s rectum making the poor girl scream and cum violently.

The whole time Lorelai paid very close attention to how Rory was doing, her motherly instincts once again taking over as she fucked her daughter’s ass.

At first Rory was begging for more but eventually the words melted away into happy squeals, then tired cries, and eventually exhausted whimpers. Those exhausted whimpers came shortly after the poor girl’s head and upper body fell down onto the bed, only the firm grip that Paris and Lorelai had on her hips keeping Rory’s ass up in the air. This was the sign Lorelai had been waiting for and so after giving her baby girl won last powerful climax Lorelai pulled out as quickly as she could, leaving Rory’s ass hole too stretched out for Paris to continue fucking.

Taking the hint Paris also pulled out and moved backwards so she and Lorelai could admire just how stretched out and gaping Rory’s butt hole was, both women so captivated by looking through the red ringed crater and into Rory’s bowels they didn’t even realise Rory was somehow finding the strength to keep her ass in the air.

Rory wasn’t sure where she was finding the strength to do this, but she knew her Mom and Paris would want to check out her gaping ass hole which felt like the whole of Stars Hollow had been shoved up it. Deciding to go for a slightly less big exaggeration Rory panted, “Wow… it feels like you shoved a truck up my ass.”

“Looks that way too.” Lorelai grinned, happy to see that while Rory was tired she was okay, “How did it feel before, you know, when the truck was inside your ass?”

“Mmmmmmm, it felt great. I loved getting my ass double fucked.” Rory said dreamily.

“Really? I couldn’t tell considering how hard you came.” Paris said dryly.

“Please, I’m my mother’s daughter, which makes me a total anal slut.” Rory grinned.

“True.” Lorelai agreed as she picked up a camera, “Now let’s just see how slutty you can be…”

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“I wish you’d let me take some photos of your gaping back hole.” Lorelai wished.

Grinning happily Rory wiggled her ass invitingly, enticing her mother to take a few shots before she reached back to spread her butt cheeks wide so her gaping back hole seemed even more obscenely stretched out.

“Okay, now Paris, get into frame.” Lorelai told the blonde who happily complied, Lorelai taking several snapshots before silently switching places with Paris.

In the end Lorelai had some great shots of herself and Paris posing proudly next to the ass hole they both stretched out, even able to take one of them together which was Lorelai’s favourite as it had both of their faces pressed against Rory’s butt cheeks and right next to Rory’s destroyed back hole, Paris with her usual proud but stoic look while Lorelai herself grinned goofily and gave the camera a big old thumbs up.

“That’s definitely going up in the bedroom.” Lorelai said to herself as she sifted through the photos on her digital camera before her eyes shifted to Rory who was still obediently remaining in place.

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“I wish you would clean the cocks that have just been up your ass.” Lorelai wished.

While she moved a little slowly and gingerly a wicked grin crossed Rory’s face as she got down on her knees in front of the other two women, making as if she was going to swallow her Mom’s cock at first, before switching to Paris’s at the last minute.

Lorelai scowled at this action, but it was hard to stay mad as she watched her daughter slowly open her mouth and swallowed the head of the butt flavoured dildo, Rory loudly moaning as she tasted the deepest part of her ass.

“Wow, I never imagined you’d be so nasty.” Paris murmured as Rory began to bob her head up and down on the fake dick.

“Oh, Rory’s a total ATM whore, just like her Mommy.” Lorelai grinned.

“Yes, she is.” Paris agreed, still captivated by her friend sucking her cock.

Wanting to show just how nasty and whoreish she could be Rory slowly lowered her mouth down on the dildo, inch after inch sliding down her throat until she had swallowed the whole thing. She then held that position for almost a minute, Rory able to hold back her gagging reflex and the urge to choke long enough to suck on the lower part of the dick while the upper part of it was lodged deep within her throat. As a result of this Rory felt like she could taste her own ass in her mouth and her throat at the same time.

Instead of immediately removing her mouth and gasping for air Rory began bobbing her head all the way up and down the shaft, only occasionally pausing to lewdly and loudly suck on the fake cock, just to make absolutely sure she had sucked off all of her butt juices. Even when she was sure Rory continued sucking on Paris’s strap-on for several minutes, partly to double and triple check she had got all the yummy ass flavour, and partly because she knew her mother was waiting impatiently for Rory to clean her cock.

“Come on Rory.” Lorelai whined, “Come suck Mommy’s dick. You made Mommy’s dick all messy with your slutty little ass juices, now you need to come clean them up.”

After briefly grinning around the cock in her mouth Rory finally did what her Mom wanted and switched over, grinning again as she took Paris’s dildo out of her mouth and found her Mommy’s dick only inches away from her face.

“Sorry Mommy.” Rory said in her best little girl voice, “I got lost sucking my own yummy ass juices off Paris’s cock. I didn’t mean to neglect my Mommy’s dick, especially not after all the pleasure it’s given me.”

“It’s okay, Mommy forgives her little girl, just so long as she does a good job of sucking her Mommy’s dick clean.” Lorelai said, firmly pressing her strap-on to Rory’s lips.

Not bothering to reply again Rory simply parted her lips and allowed her Mom to slide the dildo inside her mouth, Rory loudly moaning as again she tasted the deepest part of her rectum on a fake dick.

Without another cock to suck Rory really took her time cleaning this cock, only gently sucking on the head for several minutes before beginning to move her lips up and down the first few inches. As she settled into a steady rhythm with this Rory looked up at her Mom who stared back at her lustfully, Rory doing her best to look sweet and innocent as she bobbed her head on that butt flavoured cock. Rory wasn’t sure how she could possibly look sweet and innocent doing this, but her mother assured her she could, and that it was an incredible turn on for her.

Rory wondered if she continued looking sweet and innocent when she slowly started taking more of the dildo passed her lips until it hit the back of her mouth. How about when she started sliding that fake cock down her throat? Or when her lips reached the base? And then there was the moment she started bobbing her head up and down the entire length of a dick strapped around her own mother’s waist, just so she could be absolutely sure she had sucked off every drop of her own ass juices from this dildo just as she had done to the cock strapped around her friend’s waist. Did she really look sweet and/or innocent through any of this?

This story is almost fiction, and any resemblance to events, places, persons living or dead, is not coincidence. The characters are real with fictitious names and the events are factual, or almost, to tell the truth, they have been altered a little, very little. Enjoy.


They had been banished to their rooms and late into the night, they could hear Dad arguing with Mom, repeatedly stating that she was a whore, a slut and that “This damned marriage doesn’t make anymore sense at all and it is finished, you dammed dyke.” They were very afraid, were afraid of what their father could do to Mom and ached to talk to her, wandering what would happen next, if anything was going to. It happened.

Elisa, whom later in life, without her mother knowing it, would be called Sandy, then four years old, took her little brother Jonathan, aged two, in her arms and with her hands in her brother’s ears tried to protect him from the shouting, yells and uproar coming from her parents bedroom across the carpeted corridor in the second floor of their beautiful home in that ill fated evening for all of them and theirs lives,

Chapter 1: Broken lives

To that day, the Sanderson, Annabelle, née Van Cruiff aged 26, and her husband William, 31, both from very affluent families, not to say very rich families, parents of Elisa and Jonathan had been a kind of high-school sweethearts first, and when the time came and their parents thought they were ripe, both clans pushed them hard toward marriage. Both were lawyers, William working in the family business and Annabelle, normally called by everybody Anna, just out of Law College.

It was impossible that such a marriage could ever be happy or endure, because Annabelle in a very important aspect of her individuality didn’t know what she or her sexual identity was. Since the first moment of the awakening of her sexuality Annabelle had been drawn, was attracted, in a way she didn’t understand, to her own gender. Unlike what used to happen to the rest of her classmates and friends she felt an instinctive rejection of all manifestations of intimacy made by the boys, on the contrary, from her earliest years she had been attracted to her same sex, at first unconsciously, and later with horror and fear of what might happen if her family and friends should ever learn of her sensual and later sexual inclinations. She felt so different, how could she explain to her rigid catholic family about the crushes she’d get on her women teachers, and how girl’s bodies really turned her on, in ways that boys simply didn’t and left her cold. She couldn’t imagine having sex with any one of them. So, with no knowledge or experience with men at all, she went to the hymeneal bed. It was, to her psyche a disastrous nightmare.

She was a very beautiful girl, with classic greek features, long blonde hair and a body to die for. In her early twenties she was 5 ” 6 in height, 110 pounds and carried her clothes like a top fashion model with measurements of 30—22—32 inches; her almost nubile body was flawless. She had budding apple sized breasts which were topped with pointy pink nipples, to her continuous shame and chagrin they were unusually puffy and stood out. So, it was almost a “must” that everybody, boys and girls alike, were fond of her, most boys and some of the girls lusted after her, and nobody could blame William for falling in love with her.


When Anna was nineteen years old and just beginning life as a law student at Uni, giving her first steps as an independent adult person, she met the woman who would change her life, Marie D’Aflecourt. She was french, of medium age, around forty-five, a very beautiful professor who being very femme and dressing in accordance, however had a little male mannerism, which was not mannish at all. Since the first day she took Anna under her wing, academically and in other ways, she had encouraged Anna at every turn and had helped her get an appointment as a student-teacher. It was no surprise that they’d become quite close despite the difference in their ages; as the relationship blossomed it went from teacher-alumni, to casual friends; from casual friends to intimate friends, and the next step made them lovers. For Anna becoming lovers with Marie was discovering a whole new world, for the first time in her life, caresses, kisses, and body fondling had a new meaning.

Marie was a very experienced and consummate lover, she knew that the inexperienced Anna would be like tender putty in her hands if only she played her cards right. So she was very careful in all her manifestations of empathy and friendship toward Annabelle before colleagues and students as well. Her attitude in public was always exquisitely professional. At first she took a respectful interest in Anna studies, and little by little the young woman started confiding in her professor and friend her personal troubles. It was like if a ray of light had opened the tenebrous darkness of the night. Marie learned of her pupil’s confusion in regard of her sexual tendencies and identity, her discomfort at being in intimate bodily contact with boys or young men and her preferences to be with girls and women.

One day, they’d both sat down at the table in Marie’s den and went down to study. A couple of hours later as they had covered a big part and Annabelle seemed to be back on the right track they had taken a short break for tea in between poring over the books again with Marie, and the conversation had turned from books to more mundane things when Marie skilfully turned it to sex, their preferences and experiences. At first Annabelle was upset about the personal confidences, then little by little the conversation got more fluid and hot, the words and sentences more explicit and raw, then their excited minds got the better of them and they started slowly having sex in the den’s couch seat. Neither had ever told how much they loved the other. Anna could only imagine how gorgeous Marie had been back when she was her age since she was still so beautiful now. And Marie being older and more experienced had started the erotic playing game.

“I’ve seen you looking at my body so I’m going to show all of it to you honey.”

Anna sat there wide eyed as the older woman started peeling off her shirt and showed her the tits in the plain white bra. She turned her back around on Anna to tease her a little more and undid the bra clasp and, holding the cups against her body, turned again around and let them drop exposing her bare breasts with the tumescent nipples to Anna’s ardent gaze.

“Oh my God! They’re so lovely!” exclaimed a dazzled Anna.

“So you like them?” asked Marie cupping each one of the beautiful orbs and displaying them to her, soon to be, lover like prize little puppies. In a few moments, the nipples were fully erect and very hard as the young and innocent pupil stared at them.

“Well, aren’t you going to touch them?” exclaimed Marie.

Awkwardly Anna jumped at the chance to touch another woman for the first time.

She then proceeded to Marie’s tits and gently massaged her luscious, full breasts. Anna fingers circled, twirled and twisted the nipples with her fingers the same way she did to herself. There was a smile of pleasure and contentment on Marie’s face. She seemed to be enjoying this fully, the conquest and conversion of a pure and un-soiled heart. Marie could now see excitement in the girls’ eyes as she watched her pleasure.

“Now it is your turn, mon petit cochon, now you must let me see you” said the excited french university professor with croaked voice. “I’ve wanted to see your naked body since the first day I laid eyes upon you”

Then she proceeded to slowly remove Anna’s blouse and bra, jeans and panties touching feather-like her breast and inner thighs and accidentally brushing her crotch with every movement. Anna’s excitement was perceptible, as a soft and musky odor wafted up from her loins. They slowly started to fondle each other’s, Anna tentatively at first but with increasing passion; Marie, expertly and knowing what she wanted. dove her head over Anna’s breasts and started licking, sucking and suckling, she couldn’t contain the excitement of the day, and soon the inexpert but tender ministrations of her pupil brought her to a shuddering and earth shattering climax. Her whole body quivered. She dropped back down into the coach, her body limp.

Anna was mesmerized, she couldn’t believe or understand what had happened, she was looking to a mature woman who was unconscious because of her, and in a few moments Marie came back from wherever the “little death” had carried her.

“Oh mon cherie, merci, merci beaucoup, thanks, so many thanks, I love you so much.

Now is my turn. Come here my love “

They both fondled their breasts and let the hands roam between their legs. Soon, moans of ecstasy could be heard, now was Anna the first to climax, her body shuddering in the throes of her orgasm, after she finished climaxing, Marie turned her around and embraced Anna possessively from behind, fondling her from neck to loins.

Marie gently kissed the back of Anna’s neck, and at the same time stroked her thighs. It wasn’t long before she came again, they both dropped back down into the coach, sat side by side of the other and embraced putting their hands around each other shoulders..

“Well, what do you think?” Marie asked.

“That was so great, so incredible I have no words!” said Anna

“Why don’t we go upstairs have a shower, and adjourn to somewhere more comfortable?”

“Sounds like a very good idea,” said Anna “I could do with a shower!”"Who gets to shower first?”

“I believe in conserving water, so I think we should shower together,” said. Marie.

“Well, you’re the teacher” said Anna

Once in the shower Marie gave Anna a bar of exotic soap and asked her if she could wash her back, in the meanwhile she with another bar of soap would return the favour to Anna’s back in an erotic dance. This position made the two women rub their fronts from head to feet, tits to tits, tummy to tummy, legs to legs, clit to clit, with soap all over their bodies caressing all the folds and crannies with their hands. They were obviously enjoying themselves exploring, touching, kissing, licking, caressing backs and butt asses and it was feeling fantastic.


Anna drew her hands from the behind and started to fondle Marie breasts as her hands moved down to slowly massage Anna’s pussy who put her hands around Marie’s head and slowly tongue kissed her. Marie’s left hand fingers were soon probing the inside of Anna’s pussy and with the right hand reached down and started to stroke the ass, she slowly moved her fingers up the crack of Anna’s ass and tickled the rim of her butt -hole. She then inserted a finger and the cry of pleasure that escaped from Anna’s mouth made the house tremble.

They were about to make each other explode. Two beautiful women, each with a finger in the other’s pussy, and another finger in their asses. They continued to tongue kiss in such a frenzy of passion that soon were kissing and biting necks and shoulders, at the same time. They continued to finger fuck themselves; it was just a sea of hands and tongues as they caressed, kissed and finger fucked each other. It wasn’t long before they came again to an explosive orgasm.


Since that first lesbian tryst Marie and Anna tried to maintain the relationship at a low level, but the experience had made Anna a little more daring, and the pleasure she got from the caresses of her lover made her reckless in their pursuit. She craved the taste of the lips and secretions of a vagina, but not any vagina, she craved Marie’s mouth in her pussy, and hers in Marie’s, Marie’s tongue fucking her asshole, and sixty nining with Marie was bliss, she craved, and craved, and craved…. a woman’s body. At that moment was Marie’s. Not any other.

After a couple years with no official boy friend, sweet heart or any date with members of the opposite gender known to Anna’s family, her parents, first insinuated and then told her with all the letters it was time to be thinking about marriage, sons and a happy life for ever after, and they had, in view she was incapable of getting it herself, the perfect candidate, her former high school friend, William Sorenson, a successful young lawyer, five years her senior, junior partner in the law firm of both families.

The first reaction of Annabelle was to say no. No, absolutely no. She was not prepared to marry because she was too young, and she was in the middle of her career. Her parents were adamant. She was the perfect age to get married and breed sons or daughters; the more the better.

Desperate she went to take refuge in Marie’s arms, and take counsel of what to do.

“I don’t want to marry, him, or any other man, I love you and would like only to marry and live with you”, said a disconsolate Anna.

Marie took her lover’s face with her hands kissing tenderly her lips, “But you must my dear, you must marry and William is the perfect choice. You know him and his family, and after your marriage we could arrange to see each other, even in your new home.

I love you so much, I’ll always be beside you and as your good friend and professor, and nobody would ever suspect we are lovers when we pass time together. Nobody suspects the friendship between two women, overall when one of them is married, and husbands… less than anybody.”

So it was done, Annabelle married William and the first night was a nightmare, when William entered her for the first time he found, to his everlasting pleasure and pride, his bride was a virgin, her hymen was intact, but it was so hard to deflower her and he so inept, that the next morning her body was a mass of pain. Nothing had prepared her to the hurt of a night of “lovemaking”. William rough body and manners, him mauling her breasts and other parts of her body had nothing to do with the experiences she had have with Marie. The honeymoon was a time of suffering and permanently regretting her decision.

The first thing Anna did after the honey-moon voyage and her return to her new home was to get in contact with Marie. Her professor couldn’t help but be concerned about the abrupt change in Anna following her marriage. She told her lover how she had cried all the time, couldn’t eat or sleep and as she was incapable to take a book, her studies were showing the results; it was obvious she had loss so much weight in the last month. Her beautiful blonde hair was severally tied back in a pony tail instead of flowing free as she always liked it. Her eyes were red, it was clear she had been crying again.

With that, Anna once again burst into tears. Marie quickly moved to her feet and eased the young woman to the large padded sofa on the side of the room. She let her cry on her shoulder, happy that Anna was finally letting her go. Marie’s arms, as always, comforted her and through her sobs she unburdened herself. Anna went on and on for almost an hour, revealing every hurt and emptiness within her. Marie listened patiently, caressing and assuring her that everything was going to be better.

“I’ll help you ease the pain, my love” She told Anna

For some reason, it made perfect sense, this seemed a sensible solution. She simply needed to be in bed with someone, not just for sex; right now she needed something more. The friendship and caring she craved already existed between Marie and her.

Without another word, she rose and began taking off her clothes, Marie checked the door and when she turned around Anna could see the point of her hard nipples in her


“Just relax my darling love, I’ll take care of everything” Marie said in a voice just a bit husky.

By that time Anna was down to her underclothes and Marie had taken over. She kissed her mouth lightly and then worked her way down to her neck. Reaching behind her she unhooked Anna’s bra and pulled it off her shoulders, freeing her small breasts. Her hands covered them and she made little circles with her tongue around her mounds, squeezing the nipples up into her mouth. In spite of Anna’s nervousness and distress, she responded quickly to Marie’s ministrations and her pussy felt delightfully moist as she moaned softly.

“See, my dear” Marie whispered as she took the other nipple into her mouth. “I told you it would all be all right now.”

Marie slid her hands inside Anna’s panties and cupped her mound; her middle finger worked it way between the moist lips and was immediately covered with juices. Anna found again Marie’s hands and mouth were in a very special way not only thrilling but healing as had ever been. Marie seemed to know exactly what she needed, and moaning loudly, Anna felt her body pulling desperately at the exploring fingers. Kneeling on the floor at her feet, the mature woman pulled her lover’s panties down her legs slowly. She kissed her belly, dipping her tongue into the navel and then swirled it into the fine bush beneath.

“Oh my god, you smell lovely,” She said as she inhaled deeply.

Anna’s legs were weak and trembling, her nipples ached for her hands again and she thrust her pelvis toward her, with a knowing smile, the professor coaxed her thighs apart.

“I can’t wait to taste you.” Marie murmured as her fingers spread the young bride nether lips. She gazed at the pink and wet opening, licking her own lips hungrily, Anna could feel her clit erect and throbbing as Marie lowered her face to her pussy, and then Marie stuck her tongue out and she barely felt it at first as the point moved up and down her opening, tasting her nectar. As Marie grew more and more excited, she drove her tongue deep inside, pulled it out again and wrapped it around the clit, again and again she repeated the process until Anna was on the brink of ecstasy and suddenly with the orgasm the skies seemed to crash down on Anna’s head.

Finally when Anna was coming down Marie brought her hands into play, stroking the clit with her thumb and teasing her anus with fingertips from her other hand. In seconds, Anna was grinding her body against her face, shuddering through her second orgasm in mere minutes. The professor brought her down as slowly as she had taken her up. When the newlywed opened her eyes, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing, here was her lovely lover, still wearing a three piece suit. As usual, not a hair was out place but her face was covered with her juices.

“I think one of us is overdressed.” Anna said with a satisfied smile.

The professor returned the smile and unbuttoned her suit. Her sweater quickly joined her jacket on the floor and as she unhooked her bra, Anna was again amazed at their beauty. The heavy bra and multiple layers of clothing Marie always wore in class and at official functions concealed her 38dd chest. Kneading her breasts with both hands, she squeezed the large nipples and smiled; her hands slid downward and off came the skirt and slip. Finally only the panties remained and in a quick motion they too were gone. To Anna’s astonishment she saw, Marie’s pussy was now as bare as a teenager.

“I could touch up and produce the grey in my hair, give another colour” Marie said as she noticed Anna’s gaze. “But down there it easier just to keep it bare. Besides, I’ve always loved the way it feels and I’ve wanted to surprise you”

Kicking the pile of clothes behind her, Marie stuck a pose before the couch Anna was still sited on. And trying to comfort and cheer her up she said:

“What do you think, eh, not bad for an old lady?”

In response, Anna rose and hugged her with all the passion she could muster, she kissed Marie, her tongue slipping past her lips as she ran her hands down the back of her body and cupped the mounds of her ass..

“I think you are beautiful.” She said as she broke the kiss. “I wish I had a body half as beautiful as yours.”

“Ok, now that we have you back on track, we’ll have to spend a lot of time together to get your grades and everything, most of all your life, back up.” Marie said as she brushed Anna’s long blonde hair out of the pony-tail.

“If being with you and loving and making love with you is the incentive, then I’ll be getting on” Anna said beaming and smiling for the first time since her wedding,

“Well we can worry about that tomorrow, right now I think you’re ready for a second lesson in women’s love”

Anna’s face expression showed she didn’t understand what Marie was talking about;

“Yes my dear, you are sore, all around your pussy and the pussy as well are red, and chaffed, and hurting, that’s the way with men, they push into you and without consideration smash any resistance they found in the way, but women are different”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, let me explain first and then I’ll show you, my love” “The ultimate in women lovemaking takes place down the body, in between our legs. It is called tribadism, and basically consists as the act of rubbing your pussy against that of another woman such that one or both achieve orgasm”

The bewildered expression on Anna’s face spoke volumes, and Marie couldn’t let escape a giggle.

“Yes my love, as you will found in a few minutes, tribadism is the most sincere and natural form of lesbian intercourse. You may have your lover rubbing your pussy with her thigh or her nipple and will get you off, but I believe true tribadism is a different sex act. Come here my love and let me show you”.

With that Marie took Anna in her arms and started caressing, fondling and kissing the newlywed. She put her on her back and slowly started kissing down her body, first the breasts, her swollen breasts, then her hard nipples; after a few minutes Marie pushed herself over her waiting lover and started to rub, first her breasts against Anna’s, then large nipples rubbing over strung nipples, more kisses, and they embraced again with whispered “I love you so much”

“Oh yes, I do too, my love” Then Marie put herself in the missionary position over Anna’s body and let her body descend slowly until flesh touched flesh, from brow to toes. And then pussy to pussy, soft tendrils of pure gold against shaved mound.

Slowly, very slowly, Marie started rubbing and meshing her cuntal lips and clitoris against Anna’s trying to provoke labial penetration or clitoral penetration. Oh, what a complete and satisfactory sexual experience. It seemed so natural, the sense of closeness and oneness, vagina to vagina, clit to clit, and the kissing during the intercourse, tongue fighting tongue, saliva dropping from Marie’s mouth to Anna’s in a complete interchange of bodily fluids.

After a few minutes of frenzied lovemaking the french professor made spread the legs to her young paramour while she kept hers together and slipped in between her lover’s thighs. In that position Marie’s pubis, which pubic bone was sufficiently pronounced, penetrated Anna’s opened labia providing more effective contact and providing maxim penetration, this position served to splay more efficiently open her lover’s inner labia and keeping her open, allowing for greater penetration and greater stimulation for her..

Anna, on the bottom wrapped her legs around her lover, and bended her knees to provide a better angle of attack and maximize pussy to pussy contact. Then began a slow rhythmic humping to work the juices out and coat all of their vulvas, they were so soaked it was just a matter of getting the sticky juices out from between the slits and covering both vulvas and surrounding inner thighs. Once they were sufficiently lubricated things got really out of hand.

Anna, as her breath came in short, laboured and spasmodic shallow gasps, looking silently into her girlfriend’s eyes as they fucked, held firmly to Marie’s hips and yanked her forward and back in a rapid movement so that her pussy never broke contact with Marie’s, but simply slid fore and daft along its length. The motion, along with her legs being spread, did cause her labia to open like a flower allowing her lover’s vulva to work its way inside of hers. As the arousal of both women increased, Marie’s engorged clit did actually penetrate Anna slit. And at the top of the stroke that clit was nuzzled between the bottom edge of the open vagina, then when the young woman hips slid back, Marie’s clit did slid along between her labia until her clit came mashing into hers.

As they draw closer to orgasm their motion became frenzied and Anna pulled Marie down harder against her increasing the pressure, to the point that they felt a friction burn in their pubis that just brought the orgasmic release they were looking for, a flood of her hot cum poured out and coated their meshing vulvas, immediately soothing both pussies and reducing friction, the wet sloshing sound of their meshing pussies together with the feel of hot cream flowing into Anna’s vagina did it for her and again orgasmed several times; hardly missing a beat, so did Marie, after multiple orgasms sometimes they fucked continuously for nearly an hour..

After, with Anna riding on top, they kissed passionately and maintained a slow humping rhythm, such that breasts and pussies continued to rub together. They made love like this for a half an hour or longer and experienced many more small orgasms as they did so.

That’s when Anna did feel a change in her, and maybe William did too. Maybe that was why he tried to go further than he ever had before in their sexual life, he even tried for the first time with her, cunnilingus and analingus, and she made no motion to stop him, what for? And because she didn’t want the same things he did, she didn’t cooperate, she never knew pleasure in that acts or feeling him moving inside of her like he did, only bringing her intense dislike before he ended. Afterwards she was almost sure that was the day that she accepted completely inside her head her lesbianism, her husband could never bring her to orgasm, like Marie did, which didn’t prevent her to get pregnant twice, and she loved her children, but abhorred her husband.


A couple months later of that wondrous day with Marie, one morning at breakfast, suddenly Anna was nauseous, felt light-headed and dizzy, and her stomach was in an up-roar, it was very sudden, and she passed out. Anna was unsure of the length of time she had been out of this world. Little by little consciousness was returning but still her eyes weren’t able to focus on anything in the kitchen. When she recovered she noticed the room had filled with shadows, so it must have been several hours she were unconscious. Fear to the unknown was present in her mind as the objects around her started to became clearer, and then she noticed the white gown she was wearing was stained. by her own vomit; as her senses returned she was aware of a pain different of any kind she had suffered until now, panic seized her, and sharp abdominal pains made her wrap both arms about her waist and gasp for air as the ache took her breath away. Anna felt then the numbness in her lower abdomen, grazing carefully her hand across the un-feeling she felt a strange hardness but not additional sensitivity to her touch. She allowed her hand to travel to the center of her stomach where she felt a hard button. Her first thought was of pregnancy, and to the air she questioned, “Can it be true?” Yes, it was true.


A few months later. Anna knew from the way she walked that she waddled like a duck, her tummy looked like if she has swallowed a watermelon, and her back, oh ¡¡¡ how her back hurt. And William, William seemed to have lost any kind of interest in her, sexual or any other.

“After he has scraped, torn and ripped my insides, the no good bastard hadn’t touched me in months after I started to show my pregnancy, not that I want his attentions, if you know what I mean, but at least he could show some interest how everything is going with my pregnancy” Anna was rambling, nagging, whining and complaining, all in one, about being pregnant “and being my family staunch Catholics as they are I wasn’t able to even consider an abortion”.

As she settled into Marie’s bedroom, and she drew the curtains for privacy, she started

telling her how her back was aching, and how nobody seemed to care if she was well or not. After the long tirade Marie suggested that “if you don’t mind” she could give her a back massage, to which Anna readily agreed, so she had the pregnant girl sit sideways on the bed and moved directly behind her.

Feeling Marie’s beautiful hands rubbing her shoulders Anna went in a dreamy state, and as Marie’s face got closer to her neck she could feel Marie’s hot breath, which ignited again feelings of sexual passion, Marie suggested it might feel better if she put her hands under her top which brought a little murmur and a yes from Anna.

Marie hands on her back made her wonder, not for the first time, the power the older woman had over her and the way she always turned her on, she knew she was capable of turning on Marie too, but sometimes she doubted she had the same power over her old professor; the thought disappeared as she felt Marie’s fingers creep to the sides of her breasts, and she melted back into her arms.

Feeling her hands cup her now full breasts and her index finger making little circles over her nipples, brought a little “yes” to Anna’s lips, Marie unhooked Anna’s maternal bra and lifted the top, as she kissed and licked her ear.

“Oh my darling, oh my darling love” whispered Marie as she played with Anna’s rock hard nipples, pulling and twisting them, and making her hotter than she had ever been in her entire life.

Turning her softly around a little bit, Marie looked at her face smiling before she dropped her head to Anna’s breast, licking in a little circle around the nipple before she drew it into her mouth, pulling and sucking on it while her fingers played with the other breast. As she aroused one nipple with her fingernail, Anna put her hand on the Marie’s head and with her fingers combed through her luscious hair.

Anna was getting so hot from Marie playing with her breasts that she could feel her pussy juices running down to the crack of her ass and soaking the granny cotton panties she now used, she wanted her lover to fuck her or to do anything she wanted to her, as to give her a hint of what she wanted, with some difficulty she separated her legs, and with her hand raised the hem of her maternal dress to her thighs.

Without stopping nursing on Anna’s breasts, with one hand, Marie felt the soaking wet old-fashioned panties, pushing them aside her fingers started exploring the sopping wet pussy and started to finger fuck her. She couldn’t see her hand because of the big tummy but Anna could feel her lover fingers plunging in and out of her throbbing pussy, at the same time one thumb rubbed her swollen clit she tried to lift her heavy hips to match the finger rhythm. She could feel the tingle starting to build, and then it hit her like a punch from deep inside. The wonderful electric feeling of her pussy cumming. As she pressed her thighs together, Marie removed her hand and slumped to the floor, a few minutes latter kneeling in front of Anna; she lifted Anna legs to her own shoulders, and put her hands on those inner thighs.

Sniffing in the womanly scent for a minute before she lowered her head to the pussy, Anna could feel Marie’s tongue exploring delicately her folds, and as she took control of her head directing it where she wanted it; she could feel her pussy lips parted by a pair of thumbs and her inner lips were licked before the tongue plunged in deep.

Marie, once again, probing the pussy walls with her tongue and sucking on the swollen clit like a straw, knew it wouldn’t be long or takes much more time before Anna came in her mouth, and she would make cumm herself with her own fingers. Her tongue was working its magic on Anna’s pussy and then it hit them both. A massive, mind blowing orgasm, which kept coming in waves. One after one, another after the other, and others after them, as they gushed sweet pussy honey, Anna’s into Marie’s mouth.


Annabelle gave birth to her first born, a daughter named Elisa Sanderson (whom later in the story became Sandy) with mixed feelings. The delivery was through out a painful labor of several hours, which by association, made her remember her wedding night, with the insides of her vagina ripped, and pain, pain and more pain. Only Marie’s presence after the child birth gave her a semblance of normalcy, the older woman and lover continuous presence made her post-partum depression less agonizing, which made her parents and husband William, even not knowing the motives, yet, grateful of her.

Two months after, Annabelle desiring the company and love of Marie, started visiting her on the afternoons with any excuse, most of the time carrying with her the little girl.

The first times the hour of suckling was due, Annabelle just opened her blouse and taking off the maternal bra put the baby’s mouth to her puffy and distended nipples.

Marie’s reaction to this display of her young lover augmented and lactating breasts was ambiguous, dual; sometimes she got very excited and knew of dampness in her labia running down to her knickers, in other moments she felt repulse with repugnance.

One of those days Marie was getting excited and very wet seeing the little girl sucking her mother’s breast, she told Anna to lay with her baby in the big bed and slowly got Anna naked taking off her clothes and then she removed her own and laid beside Anna softly kissing her. Her hands moved to the full breasts and pulled at the sensitive nipples, rolling them, as she knew how well to do.

Anna arched her back toward her lover’s talented fingers. It had been so long. They were lying side by side with the infant in between them and Marie’s hot thigh slid between hers and pressed against the wet pussy.

“You know just how to do that to me, don’t you, my hot french lover.” Anna said pulling back a little and smiling into her dark and expressive eyes.

Marie eyes sparkled. “Do what, baby-girl?” she asked mischievously, grinding her thigh skilfully against her mound. She knew full well what she meant; they had been lovers now for well over three years and they knew each body intimately – inside and out – and just how she wanted her to make love to every inch of it.

“Make love to me! Suck my nipples. Drink my milk! Suck them ¡¡¡ nowwwwww¡¡¡.” Anna pleaded. “They are so full. Little Elisa doesn’t drink all I produce. I have so much milk. I enjoy nursing her but particularly would love to have you, dear Marie, suck my breasts, take my milk from them too. Having a woman suck my breast milk is so damn wicked and sexy! “

Marie smiled a little naughtily, then kissed Anna softly, caught her and carefully, not to hurt the baby, rolled her on top of her own hot naked body. Her large and mature breasts pressed against Anna’s, and they hugged and kissed for a long delicious moment, then Anna moved up over Marie on arms and legs, as she knew just what she wanted, she spread her legs on either side of her lover, straddled her body and slid upward a little and she felt her full, milk-heavy breasts sway as she moved. She leaned back and with both hands took Marie’s head to her breast and guided it to her nipple. The older woman kissed first one then the other nipple and sucked softly on it, pulling it with her lips, but not hard enough to make the milk flow into her waiting mouth.

Anna remembered the first time she had made love to her and sucked her breast without milk from them. Marie had gone down on her then, the first woman ever to make love to her. Now her hands cupped one breast squeezed it and her lips teased the nipple, pulling her sensuous lips around it, and then kissing the sensitive areola

She spent long minutes kissing and licking Anna large bulging areola before Anna reached down caught her breast and moved the nipple to her lips. Marie laughed softly then her hot lips surrounded Anna nipple and her tongue flicked the tip, teasing her, still not sucking. Anna moaned in frustration and her head bowed back, she wanted the older woman’s lips to suck her aching nipple, and suck it hard!

“Marie, ohhhh please my Love ¡¡! Please suck my nipple. I need you to suck it! ¡¡ ¡¡You’re killing me!! Ohhhh, suck it, suck it, you bitch! ¡” she groaned in anguish.

Then she gave a long loud sigh as the other’s soft lips pulled at her nipple and slid along it, sucking it softly. She teased it, making it harder, making it longer and firmer, but not sucking hard enough to draw any milk into her mouth. Anna’s hips thrust down against her body, her very hot and wet pussy pressing against Marie’s stomach, conveying her need.

An eternity later Marie sucked harder and Anna felt the fantastic relief as the milk flowed from her swollen breast into her lover’s hot mouth. Marie put both hands at the base of her breast, squeezed inward and pulled downward, milking the breast.

“God, how wonderful feels to have her suck and milk my tit with her hands till the milk spray out inside her sweet mouth” Anna thought.

And lowering her chest, pushed hard against the soft face; meanwhile the Maris’s lips were sucking again and again drawing the hot mother’s milk into her mouth. She knew just how to do it so sensually.

Nursing her baby-girl was erotic, her little mouth sucking gluttony, giving her pleasure, but when Marie suckled, it was a whole new feeling, a feeling of one woman making love to another.

“Oh dear, my pussy is hotter than ever and I’m feeling very wet.” Anna was thinking “She had that effect on me before and now it multiplies by eons. Soon she would empty my breasts and then we would make love. I want her hands, her lips, her tongue slipping into my pussy, driving me to a fantastic climax as I made love to her at the same time”.

Anna felt one hand leave her breast and slide sensuously down her body, over her now rounded tummy, to stroke her thighs. Marie was teasing her again while her lips sucked and her mouth made love to Anna’s swollen breast. Her lips were never still, she moved her head up and down pulling on the nipple with her white little teeth, giving fantastic sensations with her soft lips pulling, making the nipples harder and at the same time making them longer while she drew out the milk. Her hand cupped Anna’s bare mound caressing it for a while, and then moving slowly downward. Anna gasped as Marie’s long finger inched along her slit, and then, tantalizingly, pressed inward into the core of her sopping pussy. She was wet and slick from the sucking on her breasts and it slipped into the wet soft sex cave easily. Anna groaned, moaned and whimpered and threw her head back in a movement of sheer pleasure.

Marie’s finger probed gently inward and Anna felt first one, then two fingers press deep inside her. “Oh my god she’s finger fucking me, oh my, but she’s a bitch, she is twisting her wrist fucking my vaginal entrance.” Long minutes later she felt the fingers curve inside her, and she cried out as they found her g-spot and began to massage it with a touch they had developed together. Anna hunched her hips against the hand, feeling the fingers slide deeper inside her, playing over the small sensitive pad and making her feel as if she needed to pee, yet she wanted more of her touch rubbing against her clit.

Marie’s skilful fingers rubbed and stroked Anna’s pudendum, from long experience she knew just how to stroke her g-spot and. she had been surprised the first time Anna had spurted her pussy juice, something William, her husband, could never achieve, and now her fingers rubbed and stroked bringing it on again.

“Ohhhh, god, sweet Marie, mother of god, you are killing me. Your fingers are making me so damn hot. I can feel them deep inside me. Make me cum please; I want to spurt around your fingers. Suck my nipples hard, pull on them, bite them, make me cum. Ohhhh, I need YOU to make me cum. Make me cum hard! HARD”" Anna cried out. Little Elisa was asleep now in the room floor over a duvet, but she didn’t care if someone heard the screams in the next block.

Marie moved her fingers inside her lover’s vagina, stroking the g-spot again and again, her hand thrusting deep, she nipped Anna’s long erect nipples with her teeth bringing a welcome pain to them, she sucked hard and Anna could feel her milk flow into her mouth, Anna leaned to one side and put her weight on one arm and reached across and caught her other breast and squeezed and pulled hard on the nipple; she was in a orgasmic frenzy; multiple streams of hot milk spurted from her erect nipples in tiny white jets, Marie was sucking her milk for all it was worth and at the same time being hit in the face with more of it from the other breast; Anna didn’t care if she was making a mess; she needed the rough stimulation on both nipples and she squeezed and pulled hard, drawing the milk out to arc in long white streams over Marie’s face. She closed her eyes and her brain continued to spiral up and up, while Marie’s fingers stroked her insides.

Marie’s magic fingers continue playing over her g-spot and her slim hand was fisting and writhing inside Anna’s pussy setting off a massive and explosive climax. Anna screamed again and again in ecstasy as she came for umpteenth time; she was on fire with need and her hand came off her own breast to hold her body erect as she climaxed hard and explosively, head back, back arched. It was as if jolts of wonderful electricity shot through her body and a short circuit went off inside her head as she climaxed.

Finally spent, she fell atop the bed and rolled a little as they lay holding each other. They kissed and caressed and Anna slid her own hand down to find her lover’s sopping wet pussy, she slid a finger along Marie’s slit, teasing her firm clit which was swollen and pebble hard, she rubbed it gently with her slick finger. When they had recovered a little it was Anna’s time to give pleasure to her lover and she moved down and began to kiss her soft firm breasts, then sucked her nipples till they stuck out and became harder and long. She longed to suckle on them and would have liked milk flowing into her mouth, she licked the large brown areola, and pushed the breast against her mouth, went desperately from one breast to the other fondling them till they were firmer, harder with passion, her hot blood swelling them.

“Oh, if only she could suck milk from them!”

Anna kissed her way downward over the smooth satiny stomach; Marie spread her legs wide for her and she moved between them and licked her velvet thighs from her soft pubic hair to her sweet opened pussy. 69 had become one of their favourite love positions; both loved the delicious taste and scent of an excited pussy while their own pussy was being sexually stimulated. The wantonness intimacy of a 69 is beyond describing, it is so wonderfully erotic and satisfying, when it is done with a lover who cherishes and wants only to satisfy you in the most intimate of lovemaking techniques. Eating and being eaten at the same time, is one of life’s most erotic sensations, transcending all others. As many authors have written, only a woman truly knows how to make love to another woman.

Anna slid her tongue out and ran it down into Marie’s groove, spreading her wet flesh, opening her up like a flower and slipping her tongue inside her, then plunging it deep inside, her lips sucking the sweet nectar out. She pushed her tongue in and out and suddenly had an inspiration; she pulled back as Marie groaned in protest, grabbed a pillow and put it against her delectable ass and lifted her hips up so she could slip the pillow under her, but didn’t do what the other thought she would do, go back to eating her. Instead Anna wiggled upward and put her breast against Marie spread and very wet pussy. She leaned forward and put her nipple against the hot wet flesh and pushed, the nipple found the opening and she pressed downward.

“Ohhhh Marie It feels so wonderful having your hot, wet, intimate flesh around my nipple” exclaimed a driven mad Anna, pressing downward, and then pulling back slightly making her nipple fuck the pussy.

Marie smiled at her, as her hand came down and her finger found her own turgid clit and rolled it around in circles. Then she took another pillow and put it under her head so she could watch Anna who winked at her and pulled back a little, took one hand and pulled at her nipple provoking that an small streams of hot milk spurted out over Marie’s pussy. She moaned hotly her approval.

Anna pressed her nipple down against Marie’s spread flesh and then put a hand on either side of her pussy and pressed inward trapping the nipple between her pussy lips, then pulled backward and Marie’s pussy actually milked her nipple, her hot mother’s milk was flowing out against the hot gash. Anna’s own pussy pulsed, her clit throbbing at the idea of what she was doing, she opened the pussy again, pulled the labia wide open slid her nipple back between the spread lips, closed them hard around her nipple, and felt her milk flowing from her breast. Into the pussy.

Marie watched, her dark eyes glowing with lust as she witnessed Anna doing something to her she had never done, or even imagined doing; the milk flowed out her pussy running along her slit and over her delicious brown star. Anna’s long hard, ejaculating nipple became a small cock fucking her pussy, and her pouting pussy lips seemed to suck on the hard cock-like nipple.

“Oh, yes, yes fuck my pussy with your nipple and make it suck your hot milk out. Yes, yes! That is so sexy, so hot Mrs Sanderson. Fuck me, fuck my pussy. Yesss, Yesssss” moaned Marie, as her fingers became a blur against her clit.

Anna pressed her nipple down, taking it with her fingers and rubbing it around and around against the sides of her pussy, pulling at it at the same time, spurting milk into her open sex like a cock cumming. Marie screamed out her ecstasy and Anna felt the pussy sphincter contract around her nipple and then a gush of her juices spurted out over the breast as she climaxed. Her hips thrusted upward and pressed the breast down hard against her body.

Marie head was thrown back, her face distorted by passion. And Anna almost came again it was so exciting. With a long sigh, she fell backward and lay gasping for breath. Anna moved up to kiss and caress her. Their lips were covered with the juices of both of them and they sucked and licked them clean of each other faces with relish. Their hands roamed and soon they were both on fire. They turned in the rumpled bed and kissed each one way downward till their faces were buried between hot thighs, tongues and lips sucking on wet velvet flesh.

Marie pussy was delicious, a mixture of Anna milk and her own pussy juices. Anna sucked and licked with complete abandon and then they became frantic lovers, not being able to kiss or lick the other partner pussy hard or fast enough. Quickly they brought each other to a series of moaning, writhing climaxes, faces buried into steaming intimate flesh and tasting each other’s sweet juices. They both spurted out their juices to be devoured in an orgy of ecstasy.

Finally they became satiated, turned, hugged and pressed their bodies together. Their breathing became regular; and they pulled back a little, lying side by side, began to laugh. They were both a mess. Anna’s milk had spurted over her upper and lower body and their gyrations had spread it all over them. After taking a long and cosy shower Anna remembered forgotten little Alisa, who was still sleeping on the floor of the room over a duvet.


William was an un-suspecting husband, (as most of them, by the way), he never would have considered an adulterous affair of his wife, and less of all a lesbian adulterous affair. But Annabelle was in love and infatuated with her professor-lover, her married sexual life had been traumatic to her since the wedding night, and her disappearing several afternoons a week, every week, several months after child-birth, with little Elisa, and not to go to Uni either, was getting suspicious, first to her parents, who couldn’t find her home and with their comments to William.

William tried to be more careful with Annabelle the scarce moments they had sexual contact, intercourse was unsatisfactory for both of them, to Anna because she hated to be intimate with a man, and penetration was the ultimate in intimacy, and in the conjugal bed her attitude was as passive as that of a corpse; to William it was unsatisfactory because with a wife with the response of one like Anna, ¿what can a body do or say?. However, a woman to get pregnant only needs a spermatozoid getting first in the race to her womb and the egg in it, and because nature is like that, intercourse being good or bad, doesn’t matter. So it was that in one of Anna and William infrequent get together to have intercourse, nobody could call that making love, Anna got pregnant again.

It was the beginning of the end to a situation should have never started. Anna was adamant she wanted to abort, said she could not and would not suffer giving birth as she had suffered with her first born. She loved her girl very much but no more birth-giving, if William or her parents wanted a baby let anyone of them have it. But her family was staunch catholic and with the passing of the weeks she was convinced to have a caesarean, provided that she had her tubes tied at the same time.

. .

Anna’s second pregnancy, above all the three first months, was a nightmare for everybody concerned, for her, for her husband, for her family, for Marie, friends and acquaintances. She was depressed and her bouts of depression and despair made her fearful to die in childbirth. As in her first pregnancy her only secure port of call was Marie’s house, in that place she felt herself welcome, loved, and secure and got all the sexual release she needed. Marie on the contrary was getting weary of Anna’s constant complains and demands and was waiting the best moment to end their relationship.

At seven months, Anna’s second pregnancy was a veritable carbon-copy of her first one. She was very heavy now, her back, back-bone and back-side hurt permanently and she went to Marie to get consolation and a back rubbing, or a general massage. Later she went alone letting little Elisa in charge of a baby-sitter.

Marie had let her set her own pace; she refused to be trapped by Anna’s pregnant whims. Some people, mostly her family, eventually grew impatient with her and started telling her she needed to pull herself and carry on like an adult. Marie had smiled at this advice kept her mouth shut and just gave Anna space with the attentions and emotions she demanded. For some time she allowed herself to feel some of her grief, and when her tantrums came, if they were together and alone, calmly went and sat next to Anna and talked to her through it, allowing her to give in herself to Marie’s voice and caresses. Always Anna’s hyperventilating was controlled thanks to their very close relationship, and that moments were almost therapeutic.

But Marie was a little tired of being now more of a husband to Anna than a lesbian lover and decided to start changing the relationship; holding her hand and, never one to do things in half measure, she thought “fuck the hand” and the next thing she did was hold the shuddering, sobbing, swollen frame to her chest.

“Ok baby, listen to me…we’ll get through this together…just let me make love to you and stop crying…just like that…. yes baby, yes.”

She helped Anna to the bedroom and into bed, Anna was reluctant this time to show her deformed pregnant body to her lover, but Marie told her not to be shay with her at all and to get started her naked. Next was Marie’s turn to disrobe and get on the bed.

“Ok my love, today I’m going to make love to you as never before, you just let mommy do the giving, and you just let your body receive all I have for you”

Anna was in heaven, Marie still loved her, and she was going to get release from her sexual tensions. Her back was hurting, so she put herself on her side and her voluminous belly rested in the sheet giving her some comfort while awaiting Marie’s loving after her odd words.

¿What kind of new loving was it?

“Come Marie, I want to kiss you.” purred now an excited Anna as she flashed a smile.

Marie leaned over towards her. Their mouths met with little baby kisses, tips of tongue touching, and kisses escalating to achingly desperate open mouth kisses, tongues exploring mouths, the others mouth, and rubbing together mixing saliva.

Marie slowly lay in her left side on the bed to be face to face with Anna, they looked at each other profoundly in the eyes, rubbing tenderly the tip of their noses; slowly Marie started kissing down Anna’s body and sucked, chewed, and flicked each nipple. She went back and forth from full breast to full breast, having the time of her life. Anna loved it, getting aroused again after a long time; her body was on fire and was over sensitive. She supported Marie’s head with her hand being careful of her big tummy. The two of them kept like this for a while. After a few minutes Marie laid her head back on the pillow, and looked at her lover; Anna was on fire as never before waiting the love promised.

Anna’s arms were trapped and she couldn’t get free –didn’t want to, and it excited her. She could see that Marie wanted to do her something it was forceful, and it turned her on even more. Marie put herself behind Anna in the spoon position and reached around and played with Anna’s pussy and clit from behind, getting her wetter than wet, with the middle finger of her other hand she took a copious glob of cream from Anna’s pussy and placed it on the rim of the pregnant woman’s rectum. It was a first because Anna wasn’t partial to anal play, in fact she didn’t like it, she thought it was gross and disgusting and had never had nothing passing her asshole muscle and into her bowels, not even her own little finger. However, this time she soon cried out with pleasure. The finger tip went inside her ass a bit, and Anna, with her clit being rolled back and forth across vigorously went berserk, as the deep full finger penetration of her ass to her bowels soon made her felt an incredible orgasm. It was a first. She thought this was the new kind of love Marie was talking about. She was wrong, oh, my, she was so wrong.

She rested her head on Marie’s shoulder, and Marie hugged Anna tightly circling the big belly with both arms. Then Marie went back to feeling and handling Anna’s pussy and licked and nipped on her ear, meanwhile put her hand to tickle her clit. Then they kissed again with animal passion driving them, and soon, they felt the new rising tide of their lust Anna had back slipped her hand inside Marie’s thighs and found her clit. They couldn’t hold back, natural feelings pulled them along, and a flood of love juices came with a huge orgasm. Moaning and crying loudly, both women were momentarily satisfied.

A few minutes later with Anna in a post-coital lassitude, Marie got out of bed and went to her cupboard to get out some toy she needed to satisfy an old and kinky craving of hers, she wanted to fuck Anna anally, and she thought this was the perfect moment to do so. It took but a few minutes strapping on her favourite toy, the dildo, she went back to bed with some lube and the big black strap on dildo obscenely swinging between her legs in sharp contrast with her fair milky skin. Anna’s eyes opened like big saucers at the strange vision

Before Anna could speak, Marie took her mouth in another hot kiss and cupped her face in her hands; it was so soft. Marie licked and kissed her way down Anna’s chin and neck to her breasts where she snatched one nipple into her mouth and suckled her; Anna could feel her nipple swelling and on the verge of popping in the warmth and wetness of her gifted mouth. Sensually then Marie drug her tongue in a long, sensual lick from the nipple, down the breast slope, through the valley and up the big belly.

Continuing her descent she spread as widely as possible Anna’s legs to accommodate her body as she slid down on the mattress, suckling and savouring the skin of her belly, then. Marie’s powerful hands cupped the backs of Anna thighs, spreading her legs wider, bending them carefully at the knees and pushing them into a v-shape as she kissed the creamy flesh of the inner thighs, slowly working down to her hot sex. Marie exhaled a deep breath of warm air directly onto the pulsing pussy and inhaled deeply of the murky scent.

“It is so beautiful.” She whispered.,

“Oh Anna, you have such a beautiful pussy.” Marie hissed. “So ripe and full of life, And so fucking wet too.”

Marie gave her a long, lavish lick with the full flat of her tongue all the way from her pussy to the sphincter and back to the hood of her clit and Anna nearly bucked off the bed as the erotic stimulation coursed like electricity all through her. With that, Marie made Anna turn a little over her belly and she dove into her, slurping, licking and sucking on her most delicate flesh. Positioning herself directly behind Anna and spreading her legs, Marie jammed a finger deep inside her and began pumping furiously at the same moment her tongue plunged deep into the crack of her ass.

Anna felt Marie’s tongue press through her puckered rosebud as she was tongue-fucking her ass and at the same time she was finger-fucking her pussy.

Marie’s tongue seemed to sink deeper and deeper into the bowels with every tongue stroke and her feral growls only seemed to become more wanton; Anna could barely hear them over her orgasmic screams. Finally the orgasm smashed over her like a ton of bricks and her body literally seized, her belly contracted and almost started to be in labour; her heart pounded so hard she was gasping desperately for air.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh baby!” she moaned into the pillow.

Marie relented and let her tongue out of Anna’s ass, rimming the border a few more minutes before she extricated her head from Anna’s thighs and prepared herself to consummate her long and deepest guarded desire, the fucking of Anna’s virgin ass.

Anna was in a daze and her ass was on fire, the old feeling of touching an ass as abhorrent and gross had ceased to be to her now she had tasted the pleasures of this sexual activity.

“And now baby, let me give you a new pleasure” said Marie in a soft whisper.

She was behind Anna again, and she could feel a hard object trying to get between her buttocks. Anna tried to turn around but Marie kept her firmly down.

“Please baby relax and let mommy take care of you, I promise it wont hurt you”

As she talked she backed away from Anna a little, and the pregnant woman let herself believe that maybe Marie was done with her, until she felt the movement, and saw Marie was hand lubing the big girl-cock running the grease over it, and then she squeezed more lube into her hand, and started spreading a generous squirt around Anna ass. Anna’s breath caught at her touch, she was on fire; she had conflicting emotions. She hated her ass touched and at that moment wanted it. She wanted to go away, she was afraid to die. And she wanted that big dildo to slide inside of her.

“What are you going to do with that thing” Anna was frantic “you are not going to put that thing up my ass”, “You know how I hate penetration”.

“Shuuush, my dear, don’t be afraid, I have waited to do it for a long time”

“But why, why me, why my butt”, asked a now terrified Anna

“Because other people can have your cunt, but your ass is for me alone, that is why”

“Mommy, please don’t.”

“Oh dear. I was afraid you weren’t going to call me mommy again. You liked my tongue up your ass, you’ll like my boy”

Marie brought her arms around in front of Anna, where she could see them. She had a small bottle of lube in one hand, and she unscrewed the top and poured a generous helping into her other hand.

“Oh mommy please don’t, I’m afraid. very afraid, don’t do that to me”

“Please baby, please, let me lube it up, so I won’t tear you apart and leave you bleeding as William did”

“No, Mommy!No!” cried Anna hysterically

Marie put one hand back on Anna’s hip, and the other on the back of her neck, pushing her over at the waist; she spread open her legs further until she had them far apart. Then what Anna dreaded, one finger slowly slid inside her to the hilt; it gradually pumped a little, then was joined by one other, and finally by a third. Anna had never felt that pressure, that painful pressure, for four years, it had been tender and passionate loving, now the rudeness of the act and Marie’s behavior was taking her breath away.

Anna bent her knees in an attempt to lighten the penetration and the pain of it, lowering her head to the pillow in order to suppress the cries she was sure the agony was going to provoke. She couldn’t help herself.

“Please, mommy” But she knew perfectly well that Marie knew it meant, “Please don’t.”

“I always loved you in a position like this. Puts you at just the right height I need”

Then the tip of Marie’s strap-on was pressing against Anna’s anal opening, the pressure very slowly increasing in tiny steps.

“Please what, baby girl? Please stop? You want me to stop? “

Anna loved and hated her at that moment, she was always so slow and gentle about her loving, and now?

“What it is then, baby girl?”

And as they spoke, the tip slowly, ever so slowly, pushed, Anna’s eyes widened at the pressure. The head of this fake cock was clearly much thicker than her fingers, she grunted feeling the forced compression onto her clenched sphincter, but she tried to calm and relax her tensed muscles.

It wasn’t easy to get it in. The strap-on dick did not slide in like the fingers. It was more difficult than Anna had thought it would be. However, the wise older woman took her time. To her it was like a dream made true, she would push just a bit, then pause, then push again a bit harder, make a bit of progress, then pull back. It was just a matter of getting Anna’s sphincter muscles, particularly the inner one, to get used to the pressure, to relax, and to allow entry. Suddenly, the butt hole opened up and the head of Marie cocked strap-on thrust all the way in, disappearing from sight into her rectum.

“Arrrgggggnnnnnng, oh, oh, oh ay, ay” Yelled Anna, pain was excruciating. She felt so distended, so bloated, so stuffed.

“Wait, wait a second, Marie.” Marie pushed again.

“Oh my god, it HURTS” cried Anna, tears running down her face “Please stop, mammy. Please…take it off me, It HURTSSSSSSSSS.”

Anna grunted. “Oh, Marie, it hurts, it’s so big in there.” Her breathing was sharp and erratic; she instinctively wanted to push it out now, like a giant baby that demanded to be released in birth-giving. It was the same sensation


Marie, spooned behind, reached over her, careful to use only the fingers of his left hand and started to stroke and fondle Anna’s clit and her pussy lips. She was happy to see that Anna was very wet. It was clear that in spite of her cries of pain and her protesting she was actually enjoying being fucked up the ass. Anna sighed when Marie’s fingers made contact with her clit..

Marie pumped her fake cock in and out, but not too rapidly, she was sensually fucking Anna’s butt in tune with her own pleasure, all the time, fondly caressing the wet, slippery lips of her cunt and massaging the hard little button of her clit. Suddenly everything changed.

Anna half closed her eyes. “Marie” she whispered, ever so quietly. “This is feeling good”

She now wondered why she was so terrified; maybe she was perhaps wrong to be so resistant, it was indeed as if she had been saving herself, her flower, her rosebud.

She reached down between her legs and tried to finger fuck Marie squeezing softly her pussy lips and, being unable because of the strap-on going in her rosebud; it was now Marie’s turn to gasp. Anna fondled, tickled, and gently inserted a finger-tip in her ass rim as Marie began to stroke short rapid thrusts with her hips. She was now giving Anna’s asshole a good quick fucking, not too deep but very animalistic, like a dog mounted on its bitch lover, plunging rapidly to give and get a quick release, at the same time squeezing and rubbing her cunt with more force and pressure against the dildo.

Anna responded by trying and pushing down hard on Marie’s sphincter with her own finger trying to meet her rapid thrusts with her bottom, but recognizing that she could not keep up for the baby inside her. She then just held her butt still and let Marie fuck her big derriere with her big, manly like cock. She remained passive, giving her butt to her, but still holding tight on her sphincter with her digit so she couldn’t escape. Rather than escaping Marie, now she didn’t want to let her go.

“Harder, harder, deeper, deeper,” she moaned as she fingered Marie’s back hole..

“Oh yes! ¡¡ Oh god ¡! ¡¡Oh Marie! ¡ Oh mother of god¡¡ Oh yes, baby! Fuck me with that big cock! Oh yes! More baby, give me more, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

“I’m, I’m, I’m cumming, cummmming, cummmmmmmmming”, that was the reluctant Anna of before as Marie fucked her ass.

Marie’s plunges quickened in pace, lost in the sensation of Anna rectum wrapped tightly around the head of the rubber cock grasped by her sphincter and reverberating in her own clit. She wanted to cum now, wanted to release her pent up passions. And, then, she felt her legs stiffen with the inevitability sweeping through her core to her head.

She stopped thrusting and let it come, the first wave of her organs up from pussy to her nipples to her brain. In that moment she would have liked to be a man bursting out from his cock its fluid deep into her ass.

Anna felt the pulsation through her sphincter muscles, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation into her ass. She could feel the hard shaft jump with each push, she thought she could even feel humidity in her rectum, like she was getting an enema. It was wonderful; she repeatedly squeezed the strap-on with her sphincter, trying the impossible, to get milk out of the rubber cock with her ass.

Anna had convinced herself long ago that she wasn’t imagining the orgasms Marie gave her. And she definitely gave it to her; she could feel it flowing from Marie to her. It was like she had some kind of valve, and could control the intensity of whatever it was that flowed from her.

“It started very deep inside me, and slowly grew until it was everywhere, until nothing existed but her, my mind, and my orgasm” Thought Anna. ” It is as if I were in two places at once. I was falling off a cliff, accelerating as if propelled by a rocket, and yet I was completely aware of my surroundings, and of her. I felt her controlling my orgasm, turning it up in measured doses, up and down at will, I felt absolute abandon. Her eyes were speaking to me as clearly as though they were carving her thoughts in stone, but I couldn’t tell what the words meant; they were in another language.”


The nest two years in the Sanderson house had been like living in a limbo for the whole family of four, Annabelle having gave birth to a little boy, the house was a place to live, but not a home, Annabelle and William were barely civil with each other and the little kids, Elisa four and Jonathan two were disquiet as if catching their parents animosity to each other; due to the social conventionalisms of her family class, partners and friends, they maintained a façade of familiar contentedness to the outside world. But the situation was ripe to explode at any moment.

Many things had changed in that house, there was no further intercourse after giving birth between the couple, they had separate bedrooms and were barely civil to each other. There was a permanent nanny for the children which let Annabelle most of the days free. What had not changed was Anna’s infatuation with the older french professor. She went to Marie’s almost every day making herself a nuisance and coaxing her to have sex permanently.

Marie was tired of the relationship and wanted out. Anna wasn’t anymore to Marie the fresh, sweet and innocent nineteen years old girl she had met at class in Uni as her pupil, she was not now the inexperienced girlie woman of four years before. She was the mother of two and hardly the pleasant sex toy and partner of sexual games she used to be not so long before. And being married and she having intercourse with a man, even her husband, however sporadic, was distasteful to her. And so Marie had searched for and found, greener pastures. Without Anna knowledge she has found a new, fresh and younger sexual plaything. Then William contacted her.

William was very busy in his law practice and thought everything home was controlled by his wife, but the day the nanny called him because the little boy has became sick, was feverish, must call the doctor and didn’t know what to do; and after asking her the whereabouts of his wife, and was told she wasn’t home and couldn’t be reached because the nanny didn’t know how to in case of an emergency, he blew up. Went home got the doctor and decided once and for all to get rid of her wife, marriage and start a new life.

William discussed with himself the opportunity to hire or no, a private investigator to follow his wife and see where she went, with whom, and eventually what was she doing, or do it himself, in order to prevent any escape of information that could shame her and his family and of course himself. After a couple weeks he decided to take the task and do it himself. He took a leave of absence and from that day on he followed his wife wherever she went; after a few days he knew without any doubt his wife only left her house to go visiting her old professor, who had been her constant companion, he had thought as a good friend, when she was in labor to give birth. He was astounded one afternoon he saw them kissing and caressing passionately when she arrived, lover like, and after waiting several hours near the house, late in the evening he saw them again parting like lovers of long standing do.

He was shattered, tore to pieces, he couldn’t believe Anna was a lesbian, but in a moment of clarity he understood with out doubt why her reluctance to marriage and sex with him.

He went home to think carefully the way to act, and how to get proof of his wife, in his mind, deviant behavior to have legal ground and silently divorce her. He started to make careful inquiries of who Marie was, her legal status in the country and at University. He did obtain information showing Marie was single, with no legal attachment and her legal situation was precarious, she was a visiting professor, with renewable contract with the University and removable the immigration visa in between other motives inappropriate behavior. With this data she went to see Marie.

Marie was, to say the less, surprised when opening her house door she saw it was William who called; when William asked to enter she moved lo the side and silently let him in.

He asked without preamble or ceremony, and she confirmed his assumptions that she and her wife were lesbian lovers.

“Yes we are” she answered.

“Well, thank you to confirm my suspicions”, “Now let see, you are in a very delicate personal situation”, “You know I have the muscle to make you loose your work here and to make cancel your visa by the immigration authorities if I propose so”

“Yes I know” responded Marie not blinking an eye. “What do you want me to do? Let your wife? Ok Done. I was tiring of her anyway, this is as good an opportunity as any other, you may keep her”.

“Wrong, no, that’s not what I want, that’s an easy way out for both of you ” told her an ice cold William.

“Then what do you want?” asked the disconcerted woman.

“I want proof, solid proof”

“Don’t understand” said a disconcerted Marie.

“I want solid proof to divorce her, then you may keep her yourself if you so wish”

“What kind of proof do you want; I don’t know what to do about”

“Well, let me explain to you”, said William. “I want to video both of you in sexual activities, Making love or whatever the hell you call it”

“I… I… I can’t do that” said her with a tremulous voice.

“Well you better can or you are history in this community and country” he was as cold as an ice block

Silence, then “Ho… ho… how do you want to do it”

“This is my plan, I want to be in your bedroom or the place you have your tryst, must be a place where I can film the scene without her being aware of my presence, you call her, make a date, and then call me, I come half an hour before, prepare every thing and when she comes you start your play and I mine (no pun intended), you must make it, hot, very, very hot. Do I make myself crystal clear? If you do as I say I won’t molest you in any way in the future, the video will serve me so you don’t get crazy ideas in the future. Do you understand my reasoning? “

“yes” answered a subdued Marie.

And that was it, Marie called Anna with faked enthusiasm, and then called William, he arrived with everything prepared and hided in the big french wardrobe in Marie’s bedroom behind the clothes; When Anna arrived her actions did confirm William the liaison was long time. Then the video had everything two women can do in bed, kisses, caresses, licking of breasts and sucking of nipples, tasting of pussies, sixty-nine, mouth to ass, and then the grand finale, Marie fucking Annabelle in the ass with a big eight inches long and two inches in girth black strap-on, and a frenzied Anna yelling:

“More please more, deep, deeper, hard, harder please Marie make me cummm, cummmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggggggggggg, arrrhhhhgggggggg”


It cost William several weeks to get over and overcame his filming experience; in the meantime he prepared the documents to be filed for divorce by a lawyer friend. Then, one night, when every document was exactly as he needed them, told Anna he wanted to talk to her. He had prepared in his bedroom the video camera connected to the big TV; Anna was reluctant to enter William’s bedroom not imagining what was in it for her, maybe ¿reconciliation?

Once in the bedroom William closed the door making Anna very nervous, but her husband didn’t even look at her, he simply prepared the TV and video and let then be on stand-by.

Calmly in a soft voice “Anna I’m going to divorce you, and I want you to leave this house tonight, and don’t go near the children”

“Are you crazy, what are you talking about” replied an astounded Annabelle.

“Anna you have not a choice, this are my conditions, I have the documents ready for you to sign and I’ll file: you won’t contest the divorce, you won’t have access to the children until they are twenty one, you’ll leave this house tonight and disappear from our lives, if you don’t do what I say I’ll destroy you, do you understand?”



William pressed the play button in the video and the TV screen came to life and in it appeared a hardcore lesbian film starred by Anna and Marie.

An horrified Anna could not believe her eyes, there she was suckling Marie nipples, fast forward……Marie licking her asshole, fast forward again……she licking and eating Marie’s pussy, forwarded……she being sodomized by Marie with a big black strap-on and she asking for more, harder and deeper.

She felt the world madly spinning and the roar in her ears not permitting her hear William yelling to her with hate and loathing in his words

“This damned marriage doesn’t make anymore sense at all and it is finished, you dammed dyke, you’ll never ever see the children again, you bitch, you filthy…… .”

Not ten metros away Elisa tried to protect her little brother.

So, that night a disheveled and hysteric Annabelle appeared at Marie’s door, crying and sobbing incoherently of divorce, not seeing her children anymore, and not having any other place to go, and asking for a place to pass the night, when a young almost naked woman appeared behind Marie asking what were the matter, a terrified Annabelle, couldn’t believe her eyes, Marie and another woman together, anger at Marie, anger at herself, anger at the world. The woman rolling her eyes as if to say, listen, who invited you here, why don’t you go home? And she did turn around and left the house with anger and sorrow, passing out of sight in the darkness of the night.


That same night William searched the house like mad looking for and destroying every picture of Anna, not leaving even one of her, in the following days he told everybody including his children that her mother had gone away for good, leaving them to never come back. No other explanation. Some months later he sent his children to boarding-school, where he kept them, except summers, until they were of age; when packing, little Elisa, her father not knowing about, kept like a treasure a ten by eight recent picture of her mother with both of them, Jonathan and her, She was four and Jonathan two


She, like so many others, had lived through a very bad marriage after realizing she was a lesbian. With that experience at her back and her silent divorce, her broken world and life, the disappointment over Marie sordid treason and indifference, she took the meager proceeds from her divorce and disappearing tried to buy her a new life, to no avail. She went down, first were the seedy, shady bars, club rats, drunk by the end of every night but not disorderly, the, until a few months before, shy femme mom and socialite, alone now in life and the city, became easy pray to every kind of hard boiled lesbian partners; next was the rough sex, double dildoes penetration, sado, and every other perversion; she was so derelict, the abysm border was just there, and then, the end, the nothing.

One day she woke-up on a dirty bed beside a sleeping and snoring woman, in a strange bed and no less strange and dirty room, and the hang over she had was head-splitting. She went to the seedy bathroom and when peeing the pain was so intense she almost fainted, when she could get-up from the bowl took a look at herself in the lavatory mirror, she couldn’t believe her reflection; her once beautiful face looked puffy with red tinted eyes, her hair, in disarray was dirty and unkempt, her body hurt and the genital area was bleeding; she went to the room to get her clothes and fly away, in between the bed clothes she found the cause of her bleeding, a huge dildo of no less than 10 inches long smeared with blood, her blood. What had happened to her? ¿To her life? ¿To her dreams?

After a long and hard year of therapy, and detox, and a lot of hard physical work to recuperate and tone her body and mind and get out of her personal swamp, penniless, with borrowed money from parents anxious she got out their lives for good, she went west to San Francisco to try and start a new life

Chapter 2: A new life……….a new love?

The first thing Annabelle did after arriving in San Francisco was to legalize her situation; she passed the Californian Bar to be able to practice as an attorney or lawyer in that state.; next was the intimate necessity to change legally her name as a means to effectively start a new life with the only ties with the past of those of her mind and the presence unavoidable in her memory of her small children, and next she got a new drivers license and for the first time in her life a number of the Social Security.

As a new legal identity she opted to use the second half or her original name changing the last letter, so she became Bella instead of Annabelle, and as surname she used the maiden name of her maternal granny Belle Holbeig, that way, from Annabelle Sanderson Van Cruiff she became Bella Holbeig, single. She modified her appearance, cut her long beautiful blonde hair short, cropped and dyed it a dark honey blonde; as she couldn’t change her voluptuous body she hid it from both, male and female, and started to use, when working, severe dark suited pants and jacket, tailored loose, with white starched shirts. Her beautiful face devoid of any make-up was totally ascetic, and anyway stunning.

Her first years in Frisco as a lawyer were very difficult, with little money at first, it was not easy to start a career in a hostile and competitive environment and, moreover, she was yet not hard or callous enough. She started by taking any case offered to her, most of them, those nobody else wanted to get their hands on, life wasn’t easy.

Her practice was full of cases defending women victims of domestic violence, sordid and / or squalid divorces and the fight for as fair alimonies as she could get. After several years on this path with some ups but mostly downs, the breaking point came the day she, by chance, represented in court the wife of a philandering multimillionaire nobody else wanted to stand for, due mostly to his personal influence as a chairman of a big multinational corporation and the influence of his lawyers company.

After that first winning prize, and the millionaire fees she got, her name became famous overnight. At the passing of the years, her sometimes humiliating job, the jokes about her from her colleagues in court and out, and the scarcity of money had hardened her spirit like steel, she was not callous with the pauper people, but could not tolerate the fatuous persons now surrounding her and begging her company or counseling.

She changed little of her diary life after her legal triumph and the new cases pouring money and fame her way, she kept dressing to work in stylish but somber clothing, bought a new conservative car, and got herself a new huge house with all the commodities, pool, sauna, Jacuzzi, etc, hoping against all odds that maybe, sometime, her now teenaged children, she had not forgotten, would enjoy them with her.

Sex hadn’t been a priority in former Annabelle, now Bella’s life; in fact in almost fifteen years she had been living in California she had had no more than a dozen sexual encounters, all with women, and all very unsatisfactory, so much so, she had determined to stop any physical relationship until she found a truly new love. It had probed a task almost impossible. When she stopped to think about, and not being in the dating circus, Bella discovered her tastes in women had been eventually changing, going from mature women when she was young, to thirtish when she was in the thirties, to younger women now she was about forty.

Bella’s social life was almost nil, she preferred going home after work, take a bath, listen to classic music, get dinner and read a good romantic book, maybe a little TV, mostly news, before going to sleep.

That wondrous evening, was a changing life evening, she went after work to a trendy cocktail lounge and restaurant to meet some colleagues from out State. The very dignified, very proper, very disciplined attorney at law was still completely dressed in her conservative skirt, prim and proper blouse and severe jacket with elegant taupe stockings; her three inch pumps made her trim legs look even more elegant with her feet perfectly manicured, but it was her hair, as lately, wound up in a bun letting her beautiful face and swan neck free in all her splendour.

They were having cocktails before dinner when she saw HER. The vision of the young and beautiful waitress coming towards them was like a hard blow at her sternum, dizziness exploded in her head and she began hyperventilating and started to loose consciousness. With sheer will power she got dominion of herself and with excuses to her guests she went to the powder room to get hold of herself. After a few minutes she was her usual self and she went back to the table, but the night from that moment on, to the end was a blur, she couldn’t remember afterwards anything about.


Nineteen years old Sandy was working as a waitress in a kind of pleasure job vacation, let me explain. She had not a shortage of monies; she had her own money in the bank if necessary, but after ending the scholar year at College she had decided she didn’t want to spend the summer, not again, in her father and brother’s company at the family summer house by the beach. She and her brother had been drifting apart, with the pass of time, living at different schools, junior and high, and with her father bonding with her brother Jonathan in their manly ways, she felt left out.

She has another problem; in her mind she had a foggy recollection of a traumatic night fifteen years ago, and the following disappearance, for ever, the next day, of her mother.

The only memory she had of her was the old and worn-out picture of a young and very beautiful blond woman of long and silky hair, with her brother and her. After that night, the following day in her family house there had been not even one picture of her mother left. Whenever she asked her father something about her mother he went raving mad, and little by little she stopped asking about her, and emotionally moved away from him. As affectionate her father was with her brother as cold he was with her.

Sandy name was really Elisa Sanderson, Sandy being the name given her by her school mates and players in the school soccer team where she was leader and captain. She preferred being called, and adopted, Sandy to the pompous Elisa Sanderson Van Cruiff.

Job vacationing and seeing and knowing the real world was an excuse she gave herself as she went to San Francisco. In reality she had an ulterior motive; as her mother fifteen years earlier she, at nineteen, in this liberal time and epoch, was still a virgin and not sure of her sexual identity. In truth she wasn’t inclined yet, one way or the other, but she was very curious of gay life in general and liberal San Francisco was a good place to sate her curiosity. Her father would disinherit her first and then kill her if he had known of Sandy interest in the gay world and life. Emotionally she was just in a nebulous world, as any human being is, in a word she was waiting for that special person to appear and lighten her life.

She had waited the table Bella and her guests had been drinking cocktails and dinning the night Belle felt indisposed and had not taken notice of the lady after some time later when she returned to the table; solicitously she asked her if she could be of help and the lady had thanked her and asked only for a glass of fresh water and some head painkiller.

Then Sandy took account of the lady’s beauty, she had a face clean of make-up with only a tenuous trace of lip-stick to give some colour to her beautiful face; Sandy took notice in a rapid look of her sombre and conservative although elegant and tailored clothes, while appreciating the sad and melancholic expression on her face when she though nobody was looking at her.

Sandy was mesmerized by such beautiful but sad face expression on a so successful woman and could not help thinking that something very tragic must have happened in life to her. A few minutes later she was asked for the check and the lady signed the bill letting a generous tip for her service. When they were up to departing the lady called her apart and asked softly, what was her name? She answered with a quivering voice just as softly, it was Sandy,

“Oh, thank you, mine is Bella”

From that day on Bella was on Sandy mind permanently even she didn’t know why, she felt captivated by her.


Bella, in a very unusual attitude of mind for her, could not forget Sandy and could not concentrate on her work. Her beauty or…What? she didn’t know what is was, the girl was pretty of course, in a coltish way, she was very young, maybe too young for her to try seducing if she was of a mind, and she was not so sure she wanted to start again the merry-go-round of dating. The girl had long legs, perky medium size breasts, beautiful whitish blonde hair and suddenly she realized what it was, she had fallen in love, just like that, just love at first sight like a teenager, and she was love-sick. Incredible.

It was several weeks later on a Friday; she had not been her usual self, she was irritable, she barked to her associates at work, a very unusual think for her to do, and even worse, she almost botched a case, and not a very difficult one at that. She just couldn’t wait anymore; after work, Bella decided she had to see Sandy again. She called the restaurant to reserve a table and asked if Sandy was working that night. She was. Bella went home to prepare for a night out, this time alone; something she seldom did, something very unusual for her; but, she thought, its worth doing today; she took an invigorating shower, looked at her other wardrobe, the very feminine one nobody had ever seen her using, the one she kept to herself, to see how she wanted to look that evening and to dress accordingly for. She picked a pale ivory silk shirt with a crushed grey silk skirt and matching blazer, very ladylike. Put on a matching lace bra and panty set of delicate grey tone and covered it with a soft satin chemise that went down of her garter belt and over the tops of her stockings. She sprayed a puff of her favourite perfume into the air and walked through it before putting on the skirt and blazer, and went for an un-conspicuous eye liner to mask the tired look of her eyes that reflected back to her from the vanity mirror, without make-up she put again a tenuous pale lip-stick and out she went to the restaurant Sandy worked.

The no-nonsense lawyer, the cougar of the court-rooms was nervous, very nervous, to the perspective of seeing and talking again to a young woman she scarcely knew and of course was not acquainted with. The valet took the keys to park her car, and getting inside the maitre’de took her to the table she has reserved, helped her to take sit and clasped his hands to call the service. That was one of Sandy’s tables to wait that night.

That’s when Sandy saw her again, the lady, Bella, wasn’t it? Who had bewitched her a few weeks before, and all her life came to a stand still. She could not part her eyes from her, she stirred Sandy beyond all reason since the first time she saw her come at this same restaurant a few weeks ago. Maybe it was because she looked a lot like her first real, if you could call it that, crush, one of the nuns who were a volley-ball instructor back when she was thirteen at the catholic college she was a pupil, or maybe it was because not having known her mother she had always been fond of, for the most part of her life, to older women. Whatever it was, this lady struck a chord in her. She was in her forties and more than pretty, she was beautiful, sad, but beautiful, extremely so.

Dinner developed strangely quiet, with Sandy waiting the table and permanently asking Bella if she was in need of something else; Bella subdued and tongue –tied eating like a bird, picking little bits of food at a time and taking her time with each course wanting to say something to Sandy and not knowing how to start.

¿How do you tell a girl, you have seen twice and who can be your daughter that you have fallen madly in love with her? And you are a woman. What if she felt repulsed by your words?

Sandy instinctively knew something was amiss, she could feel it in the air around Bella’s table. Bella seemed to be waiting, maybe something or someone. Maybe, her husband? She had noticed she wasn’t wearing neither an engagement or wedding ring but that didn’t necessarily signify she was single or not attached, after all, even if she was married, that didn’t meant she had to wear a ring. So she threw caution to the wind and nervously asked her,

“Excuse me Madame. Are you waiting someone, your husband perhaps? May I retire the service? Do you need anything else?”

Bella seemed to wake from a dream.

“What?, eh, oh, no, no I’m not married and I’m not expecting anybody, thanks Sandy, and no, I don’t want anything else; please bring me the check, will you?”

” Of course Madame”

When Sandy went to get the check Bella berated herself for her stupidity and shyness. As the girl brought the voucher to sign and she was doing so, without bringing up her face she asked Sandy very softly if she could see her outside her working place. A surprised Sandy didn’t know what to say and kept her silence for a few seconds, a mortified Bella without looking up murmured

“it is okay, and excuse me if I’m out of order, I’m sorry, It wasn’t my intention to offend you”.

Sandy recovered her wits and softly answered it was all right, and gave Bella her phone number in a slip of paper telling her the next day, Saturday, was her day out.


That night Bella’s sleep was restless and full of dark dreams, and Saturday morning, instead of sleeping very late, take a leisurely breakfast in bed while reading the morning papers and planning the, doing nothing, of every Saturday, she was up and as restless as a caged animal by seven thirty a.m waiting for an appropriate hour to call Sandy.

Sandy had had a similar night albeit for different reasons, she wasn’t sure what it was, but the presence of Bella made her body tingle all over, and the single touch of her finger put goose-bumps on her skin. She was not in love with Bella, in truth she didn’t know what the meaning of, being in love, was. She had loved her dog, once she had loved her father and brother, she still loved her long lost mother, she knew that kind of love, not any other kind; so what was happening to her in the presence of Bella? The sound of the phone ringing sent a shiver thorough her body.

“Yes, hello”

“Sandy?” a tremulous voice asked.

“Yes, who is it?”

“Sandy, Bella Holbeig here, how are you this morning?”

“Oh hi, fine, and you?”.

“Sandy I hope I’m not bothering you, I was wondering if you are free, could I invite you to have lunch with me? If not today, tomorrow maybe?”

“Oh, yes. I’ll be delighted, and no, no, today is fine, where do you want we met?”

“Oh Sandy how good, well if you give me your address I’ll pick you up at your convenience, let’s see, half past noon ok with you? And Sandy, it’s my treat.”

Bella was feeling like a teenager on her first date. She took a long hot bath, and for the first time in what seemed to be centuries, she produced herself. Make-up, finger and toe-nails painted, eye-liner, french perfume, the works. Then she went to dress. Sandy just took a shower, dressed in beautiful high priced jeans and a modest, but expensive, cut silk shirt, she wore no make-up, only her lips were touched with pink lip-stick, and a puff of fresh cologne; her shoulder-length ash blonde hair, done up with exquisite care, framed her pretty face in a slightly but carefully dishevelled way, making her look like a woman being stylish and comfortable. She was slim, but with the voluptuous slimness of a young woman, she was blessed with firm, ample breasts, and her jeans showed a full, well-shaped ass.

At half past noon, sharp, Bella rang the doorbell at Sandy’s condo, when she opened the door to welcome the older woman with an open smile, she was astounded, and the vision before her was breathtaking. Where was the sad, sombre, conservatively dressed executive of not so long?

It was not that Bella was elaborately dressed; she was only wearing a simple neck to knee red sheath dress which moulded her mature body and she looked absolutely stunning. A slow blushing tone of pink was cowering from head to painted toes Bella’s body at the incredulous expression of Sandy’s face.

“Something wrong with my attire, Sandy”

“Bella, my god, you are beautiful, incredible beautiful, I almost didn’t recognize you. That’s all”


Several hours later, by the lake at the park, the two women had bonded and were becoming fast friends, but the day was coming to and end. It had been a very exciting day, both had enjoyed each others company, and had confided in the other a few items of their respective lives; nothing important, mind you, but necessary to get knowing each other better. Bella was taking Sandy back home from the park:

“It was really nice just sitting there talking with you by the water, Sandy. I loved it”

“It was for me too, Bella, it has been an amazing day, Thank you.”

“You are very wise, I would say beyond your years. It’s like there is no age difference at all when we’re talking the way we are right now.”

“I agree with you. It is really nice being with you and I love talking to you”

“Sandy, I need to confess something to you but I’m tongue tied, I’m afraid of what you may think of me”

“Its Ok Bella, you can tell me anything, you may trust and confide in me”

The silence in the car was deafening, both women so voluble and talkative since high noon were now, several hours later, silent, Sandy bewildered and Bella suddenly afraid of the girls reaction. Suddenly Sandy was aware of the fact that Bella’s dress had slithered up while driving and she was able to see up to the top of her stockinged legs. She was mesmerized and could not apart her gaze from the hypnotic view. For the first time in her life she felt a strange feeling between her legs, and she felt her body hot, flushed and tingling all over.

Bella, unaware of what was happening inside Sandy’s mind and body, and also unaware of the cause, the motive, was trying to break the dense silence and trying to get her mouth speaking the words of her confession. Not hearing even Sandy’s breath beside her, in a confused estate of mind Bella turned her face to look at Sandy and saw her looking down with a rapturous expression on her face, not knowing the cause of such expression, she followed Sandy’s look to see her own naked legs fully displayed, for the first time in eons she felt a moistening from excitement in her panties.

They arrived at Sandy’s condo and with the car idling they turned their faces toward each other:

“Sandy I wanted…….”

“Bella I’m so, so…” both had started at the same time.

“Sorry to interrupt you, keep…” again both at the same time.

Bella put her hand forward in a stopping way,

“Sorry my dear, what do you want to say “

“You were going to tell me something and I don’t think a car with its motor idling in the street is the best place to talk, won’t you come inside so we can talk with a cup of tea in our hands?” proposed Sandy

Bella was surprised and elated, “…yes my dear I think it is a wonderful idea”

A few minutes later, both sited, nursing a cup of tea in their hands were in silence, Sandy waiting Bella’s words, Bella wanting to talk and not knowing how to start.

“Ok. Sandy, please don’t think the less of me after you hear what I have to tell you”

“Don’t worry Bella, be assured I wont”

“Well, here we go. Sandy I’m a lesbian”

No Ohhhhs, no ahhhhhs, in fact no exclamation revealing shock or revulsion, just a respectful and loving interest.

“You mean you love women, is that right? Are you attached? I mean have you problems with your lady lover and that is why you are always so sad? “

“Yes I like women, and no I don’t have a lover, I haven’t in a long, long time, several years back for a fact, that’s a story that if you are disposed to hear I’ll tell you someday, Is another thing I must tell you, and it is driving me crazy, because I fear what your reaction will be”

“You said to me a few minutes ago I am very mature and… I quote you …. It’s like there is no age difference at all when we’re talking, If that is so, then won’t you tell me what’s in your mind”

Bella put her tea-cup in the small table at her side and wringing her hands looked Sandy’s eyes and……

“Sandy, I’m a lesbian, and I have fallen madly in love with you, I love you so much it hurts, please don’t say anything now, I don’t pretend you to be in love with me, but at least let’s be friends “.

“Bella, yes, we are friends, good friends, and I’m very fond of you. I don’t love you, yet, I need time to think and understand everything has happened today. It is right with you?”

“Yes my love take all the time you need, and decide with your heart”

They talked about the day, the beauty of the park and lake, and then Bella said good bye and took her leave from Sandy’s home.


The next several weeks Sandy and Bella, Bella and Sandy phoned the other everyday, the conversations getting more and more intimate from one day to the other, opening to the other about what pleased or displeased them. As the days went on Bella got even crazier about Sandy, she loved her, lusted about her, and wanted her in her bed. And to her amazement she started, for the first time in her life, at forty one years old, to have wet dreams and to masturbate with thoughts of a young woman she hadn’t even saw naked.

Bella was continuously in Sandy’s mind. She didn’t consider herself a lesbian, she liked only Bella, other women let her cold, she was attracted to the older woman in a way she didn’t understand, nothing similar had ever occurred to her, not with men, boys, girls or women. She thought she was in love with Bella and that had nothing to do at all with gender, at that moment.

It was irremediable, again one Friday, Bella took the initiative and asked Sandy to enjoy the week-end with her at her house, as her guest of course, and if she was available she was most welcome. Bella knew Sandy’s summer vacation was at and end and her plans were to go back to college in the east and finish her education. Sandy answer was a euphoric yessssssssssss. Without knowing it, one of Bella’s most cherished dreams was going to be made true, one of her children was going to enjoy her house and the pool, sauna, Jacuzzi and the other commodities.

Sandy was so excited to be going to spend the week-end with Bella she could not wait; she was restless looking her wrist- watch every few minutes, she put on her usual informal attire of jeans and cowboy boots with a chequered shirt. Finally Bella arrived in time, as usual, and everything was perfect again to Sandy. She took her small flight bag with the few necessary things for a week-end, a change of lingerie, bikini, and few personal things more and went to Bella’s car and sat on the passenger side with a big and contagious smile. Bella then pulled away from the curb and started the drive to her house.

“Good evening, my love, ready to enjoy a sunny week-end by the pool side”

“Oh Bella I’m so happy and excited. I love being with you. I’ve waited for ever to go with you and……”

“Me too my love, I thank the fairies for meeting you and now get the chance of knowing directly more of you, and in an undertone, if possible in the biblical sense”"

The rest of the ride was uneventful, except for a little small talk, Bella said very little. Sandy’s demeanor was obviously quite ebullient and masked her nervousness, so Bella decided to give her some time to relax; when they got to the house, Bella parked the car and brought in the bag. After a while Sandy went to freshen up. There was something so beautiful, so thrilling, about having with her a fresh, lovely, nineteen-year old young woman even if it was for a short stay in her house. She loved her lightness and brightness, the vitality and feminine presence she brought with her.

Bella’s house; was a beautiful, spacious home on a secluded, wooded lot near the beach. At forty one and financially secure, she tried to enjoy a quiet life, after so many years of sacrifice and hard labor. Now, however, to Bella it was the end of the week, and in other aspect it could be the end of a long searching journey, time to relax and let the hair down, meaning, trying to forget work and drink a glass of wine leisurely in the company of her new found love. But a doubt marred in part the happiness of the moment. She was in love with Sandy with all her heart, ¿ Did Sandy love her?

Later that evening, under a deep dark blue sky full of stars, and after a romantic dinner in the patio, compounded of cold meats and salad and a very good, very cold white chardonnay, both a little tipsy, Bella asked Sandy if she wanted to dance, the astonished young woman only nodded her fuzzy head assenting and Bella put on some romantic slow music, then she walked slowly up to Sandy, whom she had been lavishing with affection for weeks, and tenderly taking the girl into her arms she began slow-dancing with her, both of them looking profoundly into the others eyes.

Delicious, forbidden excitement coursed through Sandy’s body; as a young woman just learning about sex, she had never thought being in Bella’s arms could feel this way. Sex, shrouded always in shame and hushed whispers was never discussed back in her father or grand-parents home, not to mention the nunnery where sex was a heinous sin, When ……she had explored herself, her desires had always been drowned out by that other voice, the voice of her subconscious, the voice instilled in her by the nuns. Sinner, sinner, sinner.

“You’re so pretty,” Bella breathed against Sandy’s silky-smooth neck as she gently rocked together with her as the music surrounded them.

Bella’s hands gently stroked the girl, as though she were a little girl in need of the calming hands of her mother. She pulled her close and let her face come into contact with Sandy’s; cheek-to-cheek she could feel the younger woman trembling in her arms and a little soft cry of pleasure escaped the beautiful teenager lips.

Bella proposed Sandy go up to the house terrace and letting the sound of music flowing, she took Sandy’ hands and pulled her to a tiny elevator. Opening the door Bella flipped open the top button of Sandy shirt as she backed her toward the little car. And as she nudged her inside the car she said

“I love this job”, then brought her mouth down to Sandy’s.

And she is good at it, Sandy though, as the older woman hands got busy with her clothes and her pulse jumped to a gallop as she felt the kiss take her under, and was already sunk deep when the elevator doors reopened and her shirt hit the floor. As the cool air whisked over her naked skin; her eyes blinked open.

Bella backed her toward the roof terrace where the glass dome was open to let the night air in.


Then the expert mouth took hers again, and she could feel her brain dissolving, void of any thought, registering only the sensual passion of that mouth.

“We had a walk outside, dinner under the stars” Bella pressed Sandy back into the stone rail. “We’ll consider this a hat trick”.

This night was about kindness, tenderness and subtle caresses of love; this was a night of full conquest.

With a laugh she flipped open Sandy’s bra -–the simple white cotton she preferred and that in the future will never fail to allure her—and toyed with a cameo she wore on a chain and for a moment she thought she remembered it.

“Now I feel I should come up with something very clever to say about your puck, but everything that occurs to me sounds very crude”

Bella skimmed her hands over Sandy’s breasts; small and firm with, in-between, the cameo she was sure had seen sometime before but couldn’t remember where or when. She felt the thumping of Sandy’s heart under the soft and smooth skin, and the warmth of the girl spread under her hands. However clear her eyes, however much humour in then, Bella knew she was as aroused as her. Then she turned her, eased her down on the edge of a wide, padded chaise.

“Boots” she said, and lifted one of her feet. Sandy leaned bask on her elbows, watching as the mature woman stood in front of her pulling off, first one boot then the other.

Bella’s hands moved to her breasts and massaged them gently, then still staring into Sandy’s blue eyes, Bella moved her hands over Sandy’s belly, caressing her hot skin and drawing gasps from the willingly young woman beneath her.

“That feels really good…..” Sandy mumbled.

Bella straddled Sandy and for the briefest of moments, she pressed herself into Sandy’s mound, drawing a gasp from her mouth, before slipping over to her other side. Sandy opened her mouth to object when Bella slithered down next to her and covered her mouth with her own, effectively smothering any objections. The reason for the shift became clear when Bella started moving her left hand slowly down Sandy’s brown stomach to the top of her jeans.

“Left-handed, huh?” Sandy smiled up at her.

The only answer she got was a quick “Uh-huh…” before the hand busied itself undoing the jean top button then yanking at the side so that the other buttons all popped open. Still looking Sandy in the eyes, Bella slid her hand underneath the cotton of Sandy’s panties, hesitated slightly when her hand came into contact with the small patch of soft fuzz she found there, and then slid her hand over the mound, cupping her sex. Sandy breathed heavily, then feeling a strong desire to watch that beautiful hand with its long, slim fingers, she finally broke eye contact with Bella and gazed down, transfixed by the sight of Bella’s hand tucked into her jeans, under her panties. Everything started to take on a slightly surreal quality for Sandy.

Almost imperceptibly, Bella’s hand began to caress, her fingers slowly opening her labia, then the index finger dipped, finding the top of Sandy’s vulva and making her way down between the swollen cuntal lips; Sandy gasped loudly, her breath starting to get rough. So slowly were Bella’s fingers touching Sandy vagina she thought she might be imagining it, the finger made inexorable progress down, down, down until… Bella’s eyes widened.


Sandy smiling sheepishly commented, “I think I may be a little wet…”

The statement moved Bella like nothing ever had and was suddenly caught between two emotions, she wanted to smile and at the same time she wanted to cry, both from happiness. But before anything could be said, Bella took Sandy’s mouth in another hot sensuous kiss as she cupped her face in her hands; it was so soft, Bella slowly licked and kissed her way down Sandy’s chin and neck them to the breasts where she snatched the right nipple into her mouth. Sandy sucked in a deep, hissing gasp as Bella suckled her for the first time, the first time anyone had; her head was spinning and spinning madly, she could feel her nipple distending and on the verge of popping in the warmth and wetness of Bella’s gifted mouth.

Sensually Bella moulded the left breast with her left hand as she pleasured the right with her mouth, then she drug her tongue in a long sensual lick from the right nipple, down the slope, through the valley and up the left where she sucked the other nipple just as hungrily as she had the first, while changing hands the right went to the right breast to twist and twirl the nipple.

Continuing her descent, licking and nibbling down Sandy’s body, she found herself stopped by the last vestiges of Sandy’s clothes, her opened jeans and the modest white cotton panties, looking up to Sandy’s face and pulling her by the hand she told her:

“Ok baby, stand up, we have to remove something that stop me in the way to paradise”

In her knees Bella teasingly pulled down, first Sandy’s jeans and then the panties, something delicious wafted up to her nostrils that made her lust go mad with frenzy. When she looked up, she suppressed a gasp when she saw the patch of soft silky blond almost white pubic hair. Her salivary glands started working overtime.

Once again down in the wide padded chaise, Sandy, at Bella’s request lifted her widely spread legs to accommodate Bella’s still fully clothed body as she slid down on the mattress, suckling and savouring the skin of her belly. Those beautiful hands cupped the backs of her thighs, spreading the legs wider, bending them at the knees and pushing them into a v-shape as she kissed the creamy flesh of the inner thighs, Bella slowly worked down Sandy body to her sex and exhaled a deep breath of warm air directly onto the pulsing sex and then inhaled deeply of her exotic scent..

Her hand moved down once more over Sandy’s tummy, rubbing it with loving care, the girl moaned again when she felt the soft caress on her blonde fur and Bella said as she touched the wetness, already seeping out of her vagina:

“I love you so much, baby” and immediately Bella’s finger entered her.

Sandy could hardly keep still when Bella penetrated her with her finger. All her pent up and suppressed emotions exploded when Bella’s finger began to move in a fucking motion inside her slippery channel; it was a first time for her and she lost control of her body, her knees coming down as her vagina squirted a stream of her juices onto Bella’s hand.

“Oh god, oh god, oh mother …of god” she groaned in complete submission.

Bella’s hand held her firmly by her waist and with her finger still inside her; she slid down her body. Pulling out, she laid Sandy completely down on her back over the chaise-long and lifted Sandy’s legs onto her shoulders. She then spread her legs wide open again and her mouth descended onto her mound intoxicated by the sweet odour of Sandy’s secretions, she kissed her opened cuntal lips like the lips of her mouth. She made love to the softness of her vaginal lips, occasionally taking her clitoris between her lips, suckling and nipping it as she inserted her tongue deep inside her.

Sandy bit her lips, and was unable to contain herself as waves of multiple orgasms coursed through her body,

“Yessssssssssss, Yyyyeesssssssssssss, more please more, Oh Bella, Bella, Bella I loooove you” and tears of pleasure run down her cheeks.

Quivering in need and desire, she moaned out, “Fuck me….please, please, please fuck me.”

Bella, unable to stop suckling and fingering Sandy’s clitoris and cunt, inserted a second finger in the tight pussy and pistoned them faster making her ejaculate more and more squirts upon her wondrous ravishment of her womanly opening.

Tired, Sandy let her head fall down on the cushions and Bella slithered to the floor, the stars having witnessed the hot and amorous scene through the crystal dome of the terrace. Bella pulled herself up and lay next to Sandy, holding her in her arms as the two lovers lay in post-orgasmic bliss. Content, but tired, they drifted off to sleep.


Later in the night both women awoke from the deep sleep in which they had fallen after their long lovemaking session. First Bella, the discomfort of her position on the floor had cramped her muscles; after, she shook Sandy slightly and whispered her to wake.

“What….what happens?” asked a disconcerted and half sleepy Sandy.

“Nothing my love lets go to bed”

And with that Bella took the naked girl by the hand and carried her to her bedroom, where, after getting herself naked laid down on the bed with Sandy where she took her in her arms in the spoon position. When Bella woke the nest morning, she was in bed with Sandy lying next to her; for a brief moment she thought if she was at home and if everything that had happened with Sandy had been an erotic dream. After letting her head clear for a few minutes, she full realized she was in her house lying in her main bedroom, with her dearest love at her side.

Bella got out of bed and padded quietly her way to the bathroom to relieve her bladder and freshen up, she was naked, but managed to find a nightdress to slip on before she headed off to the bathroom. Sandy was still asleep. After having made her natural morning ritual, she brushed her teeth and combed her hair and then she heard her come up behind her.

Sandy saw with astonishment in the morning light that Bella was almost completely naked, her beautiful naked body was half covered with a transparent, skimpy garment, she was mature and stylish at the same time with turgid and full breasts, pointed nipples and long legs, that turned her on, and discovered with surprise that her pubic hair was a light blonde color, so much like her own, and made it clear that the color of her head hair was not natural. Sandy pulled Bella into her arms and gave her a kiss on the cheek. It was only then that she realized she too was still naked.

“Morning my dear, sleep well”

“Oh yes Bella, I slept divinely, and last night was incredible…,…but I’m deeply in debt with you”

“How so, baby, who says you owe me anything “

“Well, I do, last night you gave me all your love and passion, I didn’t give you anything at all”. Sandy said.

“You are wrong again my dear, last night was all about you, not me, and I got lots out of you, we make love with out brain, our feelings and sensations are in the brain, and I did enjoy fully making love to you”.

“Really?”, asked Sandy softly. “That sounds so nice.”

“Yes baby, that’s what I think, now, first lets go and get some breakfast, then if you are of a mind we can adjourn to the bedroom again and talk about has happened last night”

They wore a couple of robes and went to prepare a hearty breakfast; while they ate they talked at length about what had happened the night before. Sandy argued that she was in debt with Bella, while the latter said no, but if she wanted to make love to her she would not be opposed. Bella was afraid that in the light of day Sandy saw the things differently and that touching intimately another woman’s body would be repugnant to her, one thing is to receive pleasure and another one to give it. After breakfast they returned to the bedroom

“Well my love what do you want do today?” asked a suddenly timorous Bella.

Sandy looked her directly in the eyes “I want to make love to you, now, unless you don’t want me to”.

“Are you sure my love, you have no obligation”

“I know, but I want to”

“What do you want to do, what do I do”

“You do nothing, just let me love you, I would like to caress and suck your tits”

“Would you like to do that to me, honey? Do you want me to be your Mommy? “

Bella didn’t know what made her said that, what subconscious feelings made her offer up Sandy to be her mommy. Was Sandy a substitute of her long lost daughter? But daughters and mothers weren’t lovers, were they. They don’t have sex. They don’t make love. Was she sick? Was she so lonely?, so needy of company and love

They lay down on the bed and Bella gently lifted the girl’s head and opened her robe just enough to reveal her creamy round breast, her nipple standing nicely at attention. She cupped it and offered it to the girl in bed with her. When Sandy just stared, transfixed, at her nipple, Bella took her other hand and put it behind Sandy’s head and guided the girl to her breast.

With an adorable cry of pleasure and surrender, Sandy took Bella’s nipple into her mouth and began sucking on it. Bella gasped with pleasure and tilted her head back, her head falling against the pillow that was propped behind her back.

“Oh yesss,” she purred in ecstasy. “Oh yesss, Sandy, my baby girl, suck Mommy’s sweet breast. You’re such a good girl, such a perfect girl, ohhhh yessssssssssss.” She didn’t know how close she was to the truth

Sandy’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked hungrily at the older woman’s breast. She was making little sounds of helpless pleasure.

“Does that feel good, honey, do you like doing it to me?”

Sandy simply moaned and whimpered her total pleasure and kept sucking.

Bella laughed gently and told Sandy,”Don’t forget the other one, my dear…go ahead, sweetheart, open my robe and get what you want.”

Sandy got up, took off her robe and then could hardly undress Bella fast enough, she was so eager to suckle the other breast


“God Bella, you have the most incredible breasts, Jesus, god how would I give anything to have breasts like yours”

“Well thank you honey I appreciate the compliment but from what I have seen of you naked and or in a bathing suit you have great breasts so I’m not sure you need to give anything”.

“Oh, Sandy you’re making me feel sooo good. So…so… sooooo good!”

As she was suckled, Bella could feel the familiar feelings welling up between her legs and even though she tried not to move she was squirming just a bit and Sandy noticed it.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes honey I’m fine… it’s… it’s just that… well not having sex in a long time and the feeling of your mouth suckling is… is… it’s wonderful, and well it excites me, that’s all.”

“You don’t know how I love getting you all excited”

Soon Bella found she had to relief herself as Sandy suckled her nipples. Sandy felt Bella’s hand going down to her vagina and she stopped the hand and her fingers went flying to Bella’s pussy; Sandy fingers were brushing up against, caressing and fondling Bella’s labia and clitoris and it felt absolutely wonderful; She was pulling the labia out and Bella knew Sandy could see how wet she was and she could smell her own sexual arousal wafting up from between her legs. Bella was lying there with her eyes closed enjoying her vulva being touched when she felt fingers, first one, and then another slide up in between her labia and barely touched her clit, her eyes flew open and she looked down at Sandy’s smiling face.

“Do you want me to stop?” Sandy asked.

Bella shook her head no and didn’t care what she did to her as long as she made her cum. She felt Sandy’s fingers slide inside her and when she started rubbing on her ‘G’ spot Bella lifted her hips to meet her thrusts and just let herself go.

“Oh God, Sandy that… that feels so damned good.”

Her whole body was feeling like it was on fire, a fire of lust.

“I… I… didn’t remember being with a woman could feel this way.”

Sandy had three fingers inside her now and was busy thrusting them in and out of Bella’s pussy who then felt the tongue on her clit. Her whole body shook and she shoved her pussy forward into Sandy’s face and grabbed her hair and held her head tightly against her as she came in a seizure of pleasure and madness.

“Oh Sandy, yessssssssssss. Oh god yeasssss!! Fuck me! ¡ Fuck me, fuck, I’ve… never… never had an orgasm as good as that.”"

Sandy loved Bella orgasming beneath her as she suckled her clit and finger fucked her cunt. It was so beautiful, to be nursing a loving woman clit who was having an orgasm. Sandy was delirious with pleasure

After that –one- big and explosive orgasm Bella pulled Sandy up towards her until she could kiss her face and taste herself on the young woman lips. Their tongues entangled in her mouth and she ran her fingers through the blonde almost white hair, so like hers before her estrangement and exile, then pulled back a little, kissed her cheek and thanked her.

“Thank you honey, this has been wonderful.”

Sandy kissed her back and this time she took the initiative and her tongue slipped inside Bella’s mouth and she was in seventh heaven. Sandy started kissing her again and caressing her all over her body; moving down, she began licking and sucking Bella’s breasts whose nipples were extremely sensitive and it wasn’t long before she was moaning her pleasure at Sandy’s action.

As she continued making love to Bella’s tits, she slid her hand down between Bella’s legs and began running her fingers up and down Bella’s pussy. Finally, Sandy moved down on the bed and spread Bella’s legs apart and knelt between her legs. Lowering her face, she began to smell and to lick up and down Bella’s cunt.

“Oh God yes, your tongue feels so great on my pussy. Lick it baby, yes, just like that,” Bella moaned.

“Mmmmmm, your cunt tastes so good honey” Sandy said and went back to licking her and tongue fucking her cunt.

Then, without warning and without knowing what drove her, Sandy slid a finger, wet with the juices from Bella’s vagina, down Bella’s perineum to her ass, and gently started caressing the rim and pushing the finger tip up her clenched asshole, then her tongue followed the same path and licked and rimmed the tight muscle of the ass.

” oh shit, Yes, right there, yes, suck my ass baby, suck it hard.”

“Cum for me baby, cum and feed me your pussy juices.”

All at once, Bella grabbed a handful of the covers. “Yes, just like that. Right there. Oh god, oh my goddess, shit, I’m cumming…I’m Cumming” she screamed as tears of joy and gratitude went streaming down her cheeks.

As she kept cumming, Sandy gently went back and licked her pussy letting Bella come down gently from her orgasm.

“Why did you that to me, I mean going down me in my…..” asked bewildered Bella

“I don’t know, didn’t you liked it?” asked a confused Sandy

“Oh yes my love, only it’s not usual for a first timer to do that, because you are a first timer, aren’t you? “said a happy and chirpy Bella knowing Sandy was a virgin.

Bella went to the bathroom to freshen up and let her heart take back its normal rhythm while Sandy waited her on the bed not knowing what to do of Bella’s last words. Bella finally came back and naked climbed in the bed with Sandy and the young woman immediately took her in her arms. Bella needing first to talk to her and explain some of her compulsions, sexual habits, and needs took carefully her arms away .from her.

“Please baby let me tell you something, I need to”

Not understanding Sandy nodded her head.

“As a to turn-on, probably my biggest thing is that the other gal needs to be very feminine, as I am. I like to wear sexy and frilly lingerie and soft clear feminine clothes.

You have known me wearing dark and somber executive tailored pants and jacquet, however I’m not butch. Butch dykes are just a big turn-off to me. I kind of hate that they need to appear or act more masculine than men. Still, I have to confess that one of my greatest desires is to, some time, use a strap-on and fuck my partner senseless”

Sandy was speechless, looking her with wide opened eyes, this was a Bella she didn’t recognize for the solicitous, loving mature woman that had made sensual, yet very tender, love to her and she had loved so much, What tragic incident had destroyed her life?

“Let me follow my dear, I haven’t yet, but when the right gal comes along, I will like for my girlfriend to let me do her, though, I have an aversion to vibrators and dildoes. They just seem too quick and too impersonal. I just love the thought of cuddling, kissing, stroking and the penetration of my partner and, especially, seeing her orgasm thanks to my loving.”

The silence following Bella’s words was deafening. Sandy didn’t know what to think, or to say, what to make of Bella words. Bella’s acute intelligence made her realize that she had been to much hasty confessing Sandy some of her inner demons or the reason she felt that way. She was very young and inexperienced as it was to understand her, or to carry harmful experiences that were not hers. Bella became concerned about the impact her confessional words could have on her relationship with the young woman she so loved, and tried to assure her.

“Don’t worry my love, I’m not going to do you anything you are not prepared or want to do, you know I love you too much”.

None the less, from then on, something very tenuous, very delicate was broken, Sandy’s confidence. The rest of their day wasn’t the same; it was as if a cold, very cold air current had freezed a hot relationship. The weekend was lost, the two women barely talked each other during the afternoon and early evening, and when they did the conversation was strained and almost monosyllabic; at last Sandy asked Bella to take her to her condo adducing she had things to do , a hot, lustful saturday night of loving was in the past. Bella complied in silence.


The summer was coming to and end, just a few more days to go, and Sandy was irresolute, she had fallen in love with Bella, but the last days of their relationship had been very strained, and anyway before meeting her, she had plans to go back East and finish her College studies, and couldn’t have imagined the complete turnover of her sentimental, not to say sexual, life. Bella had tried, not being, nor seeming imposing in anyway to convince Sandy to stay with her, living with her and going to a good California college she would pay. At the end with Bella’s desolate acquiescence she had decided go back to her former college.

Following Sandy’s departure, Bella realized she knew nothing of her lover past or of her family and did not even know where she came from. The ardor and passion she had felt for her had made Bella think that their unity was forever she had never tried to coax her to talk about her origin, family or city from where she came, she didn’t even know where she had gone to finish her studies, which college to go or to call if one day in the near future, today, she wanted to contact her; she had no information at all that could help find her. Then she thought maybe it was for the best, Sandy’s best.

“She is too young for me and then suffering would come my way”,

And Bella didn’t want to suffer anymore by love. She didn’t want more disappointments, she didn’t want more betrayals, and she didn’t want more sufferance. She would return at what had been her normal life before this love interlude. And she would try to forget about Sandy, her youth, her overwhelming love-making, the pleasure she had again received and had had forgotten, the love she was feeling right now and was consuming her.

“Good bye my love, I wish you a good trip my love, and for you to be happy in your life.”

Bella’s tears would come later. When and where nobody could see her.

Chapter 3: Together again….. Until death part us.

Bella knew now, with the passage of time, several weeks later, more than a month and with lack of news from Sandy, that the moment elected had not been the best to confess her sexual pulsing, or the deep cravings she had; surely she had frightened her, and perhaps that was one of the principal reasons that had tipped the scales for her to return to the East and her former life. Those dark feelings that had now surfaced in her mind had rooted and were the psychological consequence of the anal abuse her former teacher, Marie, had exercised over her when she was very young and innocent girl, only nineteen years old; plus, it has also to be of account all the memories hidden deep within her soul of the abuse she had suffered at the hands of so many butch dyke lesbians, she being so femme, in that fateful year of her almost total breakdown, degradation and the destruction of her personality, from which she had gotten away with so much sacrifice. In Bella’s mind Sandy had forgotten her.

That was not so in Sandy’ mind, she hadn’t forgotten Bella at all, on the contrary every day, every new experience made her long for Bella, her presence, her love, her company, the way she talked to her, like equals, the long silences holding hands and looking with love in each other eyes. She remembered Bella’s soul confession in confidence, how had she confided in her, in her understanding, in her maturity. And she? Was she mature enough to understand? Not that day. Perhaps now she would be able.

Back in College Sandy had experienced her first amorous liaison with a man, a Senior, the young man had been very pushing until she gave him her yes; she was determined to have intercourse and get to know what sex with a man was like, but to her, his loving was disappointing, a disaster, he was inexperienced, rough, and had mauled her body believing he was making love, after a few minutes of this hard preliminaries he had penetrated her, she wasn’t even wet, less than less lubricated, his penis had entered her vagina as an ice-breaker ship in the artic, breaking everything. The aftermath was callous; he took out his penis, said it had been wonderful, and got dressed and left. After a time, thinking it had been her fault, she accepted a second session of, they called it, lovemaking, with another student that resulted in an outcome as disastrous as with her first. If that was simile to marriage bliss, she was out. Bella was incomparable.

So at the end of the term Sandy decided go back to California and Bella, she was going to start and make work a new life with her love, she went to the rectory and asked for her grades to be legalized and asked for a transfer to the California University in San Francisco. It was the fifteen of december and she let her dorm, cleaned everything, and put in storage to dispose later, whatever thing she wasn’t carrying to her new life. She wanted to be in San Francisco by Christmas day.

Bella was depressed that december twenty three, a new Christmas to be alone again; not a call, not a Christmas card from Sandy, it seemed a space black hole had swallowed her. It was late in the evening, twilight low, blue and purple twilight, and she was returning

¿home? No, not home, she was going to her house from her law firm where everyone was happy, was drinking and toasting and singing Carols. The sky was darkening fast as Bella drove into the driveway and she saw a shadow with what seemed like a valise and a couple of bags near the gates of her house. She stopped the car and got down to open the gates when the shadow moved and she saw it was ……

“Sandy”, Bella’s cry of happiness resounded in the darkness of the night.

It was very late in the night when, after having dined and tried to out do the other telling what had happened in their lives the last months, they looked each other not knowing how to proceed.

“Well love, time to be in bed, you must be tired after your trip, we’ll talk tomorrow and discuss the future” Said Bella, with care.

“Yes, let’s go to bed, where do I sleep, with you, don’t I? “Asked Sandy tentatively..

Bella’s heart skipped a beat.

“Do you want to?”

“Of course I want to sleep with you, why wouldn’t I, don’t you want me sleeping with you?” asked a concerned Sandy

“Yes my love, of course I do, with all my heart”

And so, they went to Bella’s bedroom, both a little nervous wondering if they might feel a little awkward being naked in front of each other again, but after a few minutes those fears had been put to rest. On the contrary, they undressed the other and walked back to bed together smiling with the assurance of a woman and woman who enjoyed being together this way, like Eve and Eve; something Bella never felt with anyone else; it all felt so very sexy.

Once laying on the bed they started fondling, caressing and kissing, then Bella straddled Sandy waist and began touching her breasts and twisting and tweaking her nipples, keeping her outstretched arms down with her knees and not letting her move them. So

retained she couldn’t touch Bella’s body.

“I have had a fantasy for a long time, and I think this is just the moment, as you are tired let me do all the work, I want to trib you”

“Trib me?” asked a surprised Sandy. “What is that?”

“Don’t be afraid my love, I’ll never, ever, do anything harmful to you”

“I know, and I want to tell you I trust you with totality, with all my trust”

Bella was imagining herself tenderly positioning so that she was on top, looking down at her love, being in charge again, after so long, of pleasing that pretty face, and happy she was sure feeling her love. And my breasts, thought Bella, Sandy kissing them, sucking them. I’m so happy she loves my tits, so happy I have these tits for her to make love to.

“Well two women may trib in several ways, but today I will rub our legs and our pussies against each other until we cum, tribbing lets you do it all, is the best. Mouth to mouth, breasts on breasts, nipples rubbing nipples, pussy scissoring on pussy. That’s why it’s so very good” explained Bella.

Saying that, she began to slither down Sandy’s body, freeing her arms and exposing her young beautiful body, her firm, tanned, beautiful tits, her great ass and long legs, her bald pussy, everything. She looked at her and saw the girl lying there, for her to execute the tribbing as she had told her, Bella stood up, letting her large, soft, mature milky tits, drop slightly toward the girl’s breasts and rubbing the tips of their nipples together.

Bella spread Sandy’s legs and leaned her body completely over her, their bodies touching and their pussies pressing on each other. They were in the missionary position, Sandy had her legs spread wide apart while trying to receive Bella who had slipped in between her lover’s thighs straddling her, Bella had kept her legs together as her pubic bone is sufficiently pronounced and could provide more effective contact between both sex areas and maximize penetration.

She started moving slowly up and down so that their pussies and especially their clits would rub on each other. She then simulated the fucking movement just like if she were a man, except that she was using her pussy to press onto her now pupil’s pussy. Today she was the teacher.

“You see my love, It is maddening me, I want to do everything to you, all at once, kiss your beautiful mouth, your face, and neck, suck your breasts, worship them over and over; and your pussy, oh my God, your pussy. This is why tribbing is unique; because it neglects nothing, and tribbing lets you pleasure everything at once”

“That feels sooo….good… love when you rub your body with mine” said a gasping Sandy

“You… just…. wait…. till I penetrate you” panted Bella

“How …I mean ….what with, you going to penetrate me? Puffed an excited Sandy

With that Bella started to push herself up from Sandy’s body kneeling above her, and then proceeded to open with her fingers the lips of Sandy’s vagina, with her labia widely opened Bella’s vulva would more easily slip inside hers; when she had them open, she began slowly leaning forward trying that her closed vagina entered and stayed inside Sandy’s vagina. When Bella’s vulva had slipped inside Sandy’s pussy, the young woman could feel herself the wetness friction of her lover’s vulva pressing down into her pussy, inside her.

Sandy’s legs went up to wrap them around her lover’s back, bending her knees to provide a better angle of attack and maximize pussy to pussy contact; then they began a slow rhythmic humping so their sticky juices came out and coated their vulvas and surrounding inner thighs.

Sandy held firmly to Bella’s hips with her calves and yanked her forward and back in a frenzied movement so that her pussy never broke contact with Bella’s, simply sliding fore and aft along its length. This motion, along with her legs being so spread, did cause Sandy’s labia to open like a flower, allowing Bella’s vulva to work its way inside of hers. The arousal of both women increased exponentially; Bella’s engorged clit did actually penetrate Sandy’s lips. At the top of each stroke her clit was nuzzled between the bottom edge of Sandy slit, then as her hips slid back, Bella’s clit did slide along between Sandy’s labia until her clit came mashing into the other’s.

Just then in unison they cried out, “I love you so much.”

And then they came.

“Oh yes, oh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhh, I’m Cumminnngggg. Please Bella, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me more, more, more oh please much more” A whimpering Sandy asked for.

Bella kissed her while she gasped for breath. But not for long just enough for her to calm down, because the most incredible sexual being soon resumes her mission, the ultimate fuck, one woman fucking another, in the missionary position, with their legs scissoring each others in a way that lets the pussies merge. One pussy fucking the other as many times as they like. There’s nothing like it, there is nothing shrinking inside..

After a while they changed positions, Bella crossing her legs with Sandy’s, thus being able to touch their pussies much better. She held her left foot in the air, and she started to move her body just like she was riding. She gradually increased her movements and the effort made both of them to moan. Their pussies were rubbing faster and faster, harder and harder with each movement; taking more effort from Bella and making them moan and breathe heavily. Sandy was enjoying it very much and was putting all her efforts into the tribbing. Bella wanted to cum again, and she wanted to cum onto Sandy’s pussy. The girl was being ridded like crazy and soon they would cumm. It was the –teacher- that cummed first, for the second time in that night, and only a few seconds later, Sandy exploded in a powerful orgasm. Cumming together with her -teacher- was always a dream, and it proved to be so good that ended with such a powerful orgasms.

They cried out again “I love you so much.”

Bella collapsed into Sandy’s arms and they spent the next couple of minutes restoring their breaths. It was the-teacher- that eventually broke the silence saying,

“Oh my dear, this was wonderful. Something that I never imaged I would do again”

“Yes, I never enjoyed fucking so much. You are so wonderful.” Sandy said while resting her head on Bella’s chest.

As an after thought Bella asked herself “isn’t it a little frustrating being on top in the missionary position, fucking your love, but not having a cock?”

With that they slipped into their dreams


The next morning when Sandy awoke found she was alone in bed, stretching, got up, went to the toilet, peed like a mare, brushed her teeth and washed her face to remove the last vestiges of sleep, then, naked, walked to the kitchen in search for Bella and breakfast. In the kitchen there was no one but she found a note on the refrigerator where Bella said that she had gone to the mall to buy everything needed for Christmas Eve dinner, because having thought she’d be alone had not bought anything, this night was going to be a night of love and hope for the both of them.

Sandy was radiant with happiness. This Christmas would be different from those of the last fifteen years; she was going to be with her love and it was going to be the beginning of a life of happiness. It was like a fairy tale. After breakfast she went into the bedroom to fix her clothes and other personal effects in the dresser. She put her suitcase on the bed and after opening it started to pull out her stuff. One of the first objects to take out of the suitcase was an old photo of eight by ten framed in cast silver and showing a beautiful young blonde woman (her mother), and two small children (she and her little brother Jonathan).

“Good morning Mom” she whispered before kissing her framed, faded eight by-ten colour photo on the lips, just like she did every morning upon awakening since she was four years old.

She sure was beautiful, although the photo was already discolored by the handling and the passage of the years, with a pretty face framed by shoulder-length white blonde hair and those amazing green eyes. Sandy still hated her father for the pain he caused her and the whole family.

She loved that photograph more than anything else she owned, even more than her laptop computer or her video gaming system. She loved her more than her own life. After kissing the photograph again she placed it on the nightstand on her side of the king sized bed. Bella had never seen this picture, because when they had made love before Sandy returned to college, it had always been in Sandy’s condo.

That morning Bella was happy, very happy, Sandy was with her again and she would take care now it would be forever, she wanted Sandy in her life for eternity. She made Christmas shopping as soon as possible fighting the crowds of people who were making last minute shopping, she tried not to forget anything, bought gifts for her love and when she had purchased everything necessary took her car and returned home..

“Sandy, love, I’m home, where are you, will you help with the bags, please?”

“In here Bella, in the bedroom, I’ll be right down, let me put something on first”

At Sandy’s words Bella’s pussy started tingling and getting wet imagining Sandy body naked. Sandy put on a T-shirt and panties and went down.

“Hello Bell, where are the bags and where do you want them?”

“Hummm yummy” said an ogling Bella.

After a kiss they put things away and went to the bedroom so Bella could change the street clothes for something more comfortable. Bella took off her clothes and when she was down to bra and panties took Sandy’s T-shirt off and she led her to the bed and shoved the open suitcase out of the way. She drew her onto to the sheets and kissed her again, massaging her prodigious breasts as she moaned into her mouth. Her nipples were full and rigid, and Bella loved the sound of her, whimpering when she tweezed them.

Then, in a second, Bella’s world and happiness went crashing down, it was the instant she lifted her head from Sandy ‘s mouth to take a breath and her eyes saw the picture on the bedside table and her body stiffened, her excitement and passion disappeared suddenly, and a strange moan of pain escaped her lips as she abruptly broke off from the arms of Sandy to get off the bed in a jump and wide-eyed, and as she covered her mouth with her hands looked at the picture with horror, as one who sees a ghost emerge from the darkness of the past.

“Please, baby…don’t” she whimpered, shaking her head, her eyes brimming with tears and weeping with profound grief as Sandy tried to pull her on the bed.

“……we can’t now, we…can’t, oh my god, oh my god, no, no please no, no, please no, it can’t be truth”.

Sandy did not know what was happening and looked at Bella without understanding but with evident concern. What was going on?

“Bella, please, tell me what’s going on, what happens to you, please dear, talk to me”

With great effort, and with a lot of anguish in her voice Bella: asked Sandy

“Who are these people in the photo on your bedside table?”

“Oh, the blonde woman is my mom and the others are my little brother and myself.” said a relieved Sandy that had believed there had been a serious problem.

In a voice almost inaudible and to the disbelief of Sandy who could not believe what she was hearing:

“That woman in the photo is me, and if you’re the girl, then I am your mother and you are my daughter” said Bella

Bella was totally shocked, she looked at the picture and her tears fell down her cheeks incessantly. She had found her daughter after so many years and it caused her a great joy, but in turn she had lost something that, at that moment, was crucial in her life, she was losing love again, in this case her great love. She was enamored, in love with her daughter, how could that be?

“You my mother, how could that be? She left us and went away a long time ago” Sandy was astonished.

“No, no, that’s not truth, I…I…I didn’t leave you, I was, I mean, I could not …” stuttered a broken Bella.

It was at this time of crisis that could have been definitive in the life of both women, that Sandy’s maturity, so praised by her mother (Bella), took over, she seized the bull by the horns to confront it, took Bella by the shoulders shaking her gently to get her out of the morass in which she was, and cried:

“Well, Bella stop it, damm it, stop it I say, right now nothing has changed, today is mid morning in Christmas day, we are going to celebrate, but first lets talk and try to straighten out this story, ok, Bella, ok?

Bella seemed to wake up slowly as if from a bad dream, dried her tears, eyes still red, took Sandy hands, sat with her on the edge of the bed and began to tell her story, perhaps for the first time in so many years. It was catharsis, it was confession, it was downloading her soul, the terrors and pains of a life of suffering, physical, but most of all sicological.

“You see my love I was just nineteen years old…….inexperienced……unsure of my sexual orientation ……………….went to college………………from a very repressive family…. ……..met a woman………loved her………………..then they forced me to marry……………had two children I loved them very much………………..then your father found out about my lover………..she betrayed me………………your father made me sign the divorce papers……………. then he cast me from my home…………I was destroyed………………became a drunkard…………….was badly abused, sexually and otherwise, by hard type lesbians……………….then went into detox…………….and, .after… San Francisco to try to start a new life”

Now it was Sandy who was crying silently hearing her mother, and her love for her went soaring up to the sky. She could have never imagined her long lost mother sufferings. But now it was time for healing, from now on she would never abandon her; she have now a double motive for living with her, she was her mother but also her lover and she wasn’t going to renounce to any. She took Bella in her arms and hugged her.

“Nothing has changed mother, you are Bella, the woman I’m in love with, not that blonde woman in the picture, and I’m Sandy, the girl you love, because you DO love me don’t you? I’m not that little girl in the picture, so you see, nothing has really changed. I love the people in the picture, but they are the past, something that could have been but was not, the now will be the future and only depends on us”

“But…..” Bella tried

“No buts my love, lets prepare our Christmas dinner and in the meantime will talk about our joint future”

And so they did.


Christmas dinner was a success, good food, well prepared; in the kitchen Bella and Sandy handled things as two friends would do, as if they had known each all of theirs lives, Sandy was gradually smoothing Bella’s resistance, was making her to accept that their relationship had not changed and everything was going to be fine. Bella touched the theme of incest and its unlawfulness, to Sandy that was an unimportant issue in any way, she was not morally conditioned; no one in San Francisco knew them as being blood related, she was going to change her name legally, and then they would be two women in love living together. Period. Out of the two of them, who would know? Nobody. Nothing really had changed, and if there had been changes they had been for the best, now in addition to being lovers, they were bonding as mother and daughter as well, and had been very happy together.

Bella wasn’t convinced, wanted to be convinced, but wasn’t, yet, her lawyers rational mind was opposed to such a relationship, but Sandy’s reasoning was very convincing, and was eroding little by little her resistance, ultimately, they were consenting adults, so nobody had the right to tell them what to do in the privacy of their home.

After dinning and while they waited for Christmas Eve, Bella opened a bottle of champagne and slowly mother and daughter started getting mellow fuzz. Sandy turned on the radio on a F.M station with soft romantic music and asked Bella to dance; Bella was surprised by her daring daughter and didn’t know what to do. Sandy took her hand, pulled her up from the divan

Bella looked up at the mistletoe, hanging there innocently from the ceiling fan, the red berries, deadly poisonous if eaten, glowed softly with the reflected firelight, and then she thought, Why not?

Bella said slowly “daughters aren’t supposed to want to fuck their mothers, Sandy”

They started moving to the soft music rhythm, they both took sips from their flutes. Sandy moved closer, close enough that Bella could smell the sweet perfume she was wearing.

“Mommy?” she whispered.

“Yes, honey?” Bella tried to swallow the champagne but her throat was so tight she thought she would choke instead.

Sandy reached out and caressed her shoulder; her hand then moved up and lingered on her mother’s neck.

“Don’t you want me?” Sandy asked, staring down at her mother with her large blue eyes.

Bella looked up at her daughter, her mind screaming not to do what she was thinking of doing. Instead, she felt her arms reaching out and encircling Sandy’s slender waist. Bella pulled her daughter towards her and nestled her face between her breasts.

“Oh yes, oh yes, baby. I want you. I want you so much.”

And with that, feeling her head whirling by the dancing and the champagne she seated again. Sandy smiled at her, and then moved around the divan to ease herself into her mother’s lap. Slipping her arms around Bella’s neck, Sandy leaned down and gently captured her mother’s mouth with her own. Bella groaned, sliding her arms around her daughter’s warm back. Their lips pressed urgently against each other, and Sandy felt her mother’s long agile tongue pushing into her mouth, sending her tongue deep into her daughter’s mouth, they sharing the wet heat of their forbidden kiss.

They broke the kiss gasping for air. Bella looked up at the girl’s face and at her swollen lips. The desire smouldered in her beautiful sparkling eyes. At that moment, the lawyer woman willingly gave herself up to whatever repercussions she would have to suffer for what they were about to do; she was going to make love to her beautiful girl and she didn’t care anymore that she was her parent. She wanted her with every fibre of her being. Bella lowered her head in-between Sandy’s breast and moved her hands down her daughter’s waist and onto her taut buttocks, rubbing them slowly. Sandy fisted her hands in Bella’s hair; her eyes blissfully closed as her mother slowly rubbed her face between her breasts and gently explored the pinkish peaks of her young mounds, her mouth sliding wetly over the nipples. They hardened quickly under the attention, and Bella revelled in how firm they were. She drew one of Sandy’s pink tips into her mouth, sucking it hard as she rubbed it against the roof of her mouth.

With a little push Sandy unfastened her nipples from her mothers avaricious mouth and

at the same time moved her lips against her mother’s neck, her breath warm and heavy. Bella closed her eyes, trying to will herself not to desire her own daughter. To no avail..

“You taste so good mother, today better than ever” the girl whispered, her voice throbbing with passion.

“Can’t stop … and, I don’t want to, you’re so beautiful, Mom. So beautiful.”

Bella couldn’t swallow as she felt Sandy’s kisses moving along her collarbone, over her shoulder and down her chest; her mind almost screaming to push her off; she knew she should push her away … but she didn’t. She couldn’t.

Instead, she slowly closed her eyes as the girl rubbed her lips over her hardened nipples. Bella sighed as the girl pulled the nubs into her mouth and went from one aching tip to the other, gently licking and kissing them.

“What else do you want me to do you, Mommy?” Sandy cooed. “I know you have something in mind.”

“Oh Sand, honey, we should stop here …”

Sandy put one of her slender fingers against her mother’s lips.

“Please mom, I want you to tell me. I want this so badly….”

Bella looked into her daughter’s glittering blue eyes and struggled to catch her breath.

“Please? Please do whatever you want to me.”.

“I want to make you feel good. That’s all I want, Mommy. I just want to make you feel good.”

“You do, honey. You’ve made me feel SO good. But we’ve got to stop this before … before we go too far”

“But mom, we have been going as far as possible, it doesn’t matter we didn’t know at the time we were family, we went as far as we could. Now, a question: don’t you love me anymore? Don’t you love your little girl anymore” Sandy whimpered.”"

Bella stared at her daughter, surprised at her wantonness, full of truth words, “Of course I love you, sweetheart. But this …” and she looked down at the girl’s scantily dressed sweat-glistened body “This is so wrong for a mother and daughter….”

Sandy tilted her head. “Don’t you want to do something else to me?” she asked, her voice suddenly low and sultry..

“Yes baby, I do … but …”Bella was rapidly losing her capacity for coherent words

Sandy reached out and moved her mother’s face to hers. She looked at her mother and noticed her face was twisted with a cross between anticipation and guilt.

“I love you, Mom.”

Bella cupped the girl’s face, lovingly stroking her cheek. “And I love you too, so much. But we can’t —”

Sandy was becoming a little impatient with her mothers continuous back pedalling.

“I know, I know we shouldn’t be doing this. I KNOW it’s wrong. But I can’t help it. It’s what I want, what we want. That first time … when you thought I was only a waitress… It was like, it was …, oh shit, I had never feel anything like that”

“But you didn’t know at the time we were mother daughter”

Sandy looked down and lowered her head, cheeks hot “I know. But I think I wanted to explore it, I was inexperienced…. It feels so good being with you, and… I just feel safe with you. I know you won’t hurt me.”

“Of course I wouldn’t hurt you, Baby. But we can’t do this anymore. We can’t. This has to stop.”

Sandy sighed, with a silent “Oh my god, not that again” Then eased herself up behind her mother, her smooth taut thighs rubbing against the older woman’s buttocks. She slides her arms around the woman’s neck. Bella’s defences against her daughter’s persistent attack were tumbling down, the champagne, the mistletoe, the subtle caresses, but overall her own desire for her daughter, raw, crude desire.

“You’re right mom. You’re right. But please … keep making love to me. Do what you want to do … do what you’ve been thinking … what you’ve been desiring. What you need to do to the … right gal when she comes along “

Then, licking her own dry lips, the girl wriggled her hips lasciviously against her mother behind. “You know, I’ve never been fucked in the butt.” She said mischievously.

Bella’s eyes widened. “¡¡¡¡ SANDY¡¡¡¡ “

The girl pressed her young breasts against her mother’s back. “I know, I know. But you know, before returning East to college, I loved you, but was unsure of my own sexuality, so, I let two students to fuck me, one broke my virginity, was brutal and disgusting and left me aching all over without giving me any pleasure, the second was no better than the first, only that as I had no cherry it was not as painful, but neither gave me pleasure. Only you have made me go to heaven. Now, I am not sure if I’m a lesbian or not, but I’m sure I love you and want to make love with you, anytime, anyway you want me.”

Bella was speechless, so Sandy followed

“And I want to know what it feels like to have someone inside of me there, and I want it to be you … because I know you want it, you crave it and you won’t hurt me.”

Bella laid in stunned silence for a moment. Sandy waiting patiently, her heart beating hard, she knew her mother was right. This was incest, she knew they had to stop but she couldn’t let this go … not yet, not forever. She wanted her mother to make her come again, again, and again she wanted her mother to let go of whatever was haunting her. She wanted to feel her mother make love to her in all the exciting ways that had been probably denied her. Then she moaned softly, getting wet just thinking about it.

“OK, my dear shall we go to the bedroom?” Bella finally accepted.

Sandy could hear the barely suppressed lust in her mother’s voice.

“But, after that … no more, honey, after this last time it stops”

“Sure, mother” Sandy said smiling. “After this, if you still want, we’ll stop”

She hugged her mother’s neck and then leapt off the divan. Bella stood and sighed for a moment as she watched her daughter run off stark naked down the hall. Bella allowed herself a smile and followed the girl’s lead.


Bella laid stark naked on her back on the king size bed as she waited for Sandy to come out of the bathroom, the girl had always been fastidious when it came to being fresh and clean … and this time it was for a romp in the sack. Thinking of this again, the woman closed her eyes and groaned.

Bella stared at her daughter for a time, she was a beautiful sight standing as naked as Bella, her long blonde hair flowing across her slender shoulders, her young breasts peeking though the silken golden strands showing that her nipples were already perking. Bella’s mouth watered at the though of giving the nubs a long, hard flick of her tongue to make them stand completely at attention, and watched as her daughter walked over to the bed, her blue eyes gazing sultrily into hers.

She couldn’t’ believe her baby daughter had such gorgeous full breasts, they weren’t hers, who knows, maybe she took them after her mother in law, her grandmother by her father’s side

“Mom, before we do anything else, would you lick my pussy like you did that time?”

The young woman crawled onto the bed and over to her mother, moving into Bella’s waiting arms and rubbing her eager body lustfully against her mother’s, then covered her mother’s mouth with hers, stopping the words. Sandy kissed her mother, and kissed her wantonly. Her long nimble tongue probed Bella’s mouth, her moist, full lips moving feverishly, Bella groaned and returned her daughter’s kiss, her arms holding the girl tight as their tongues mated fiercely.

As they continued to kiss, Bella slowly moved her hands down Sandy’s body and eased it between her warm, firm thighs, she slid her hand over the girl’s sex and fingered her slit. Sandy broke their kiss and moved her mouth over to her mother’s ear.

“Mmmmmmmmmm yes, Mommy darling, Yes” she hissed. “I like that, yes, fuck me. Fuck me with your hand.”

Bella moved two of her fingers down to the girl’s slit causing her to buck her hips, and she continued sliding her fingers against her daughter’s burning vagina lips, closing her eyes and feeling the heat of her daughter’s tight, wondrous pussy.

“Yes, Bella yes, faster, faster, deeper ” Sandy gasped.

The girl’s cunt pulsed hard around her mother’s fingers as she orgasmed, her pelvis shuddering, the older woman continued to rub Sandy with her hand until the girl collapsed against the mattress. Bella watched as her girl drew in deep, long gasps of air, her beautiful chest rising and falling as she did.

Bella pulled her hand away from her daughter’s pussy, then she rubbed her pussy-moistened palm over her own taut belly as she leaned down and took one of Sandy’s nipples in her mouth and licked it slowly, delighting in the feel of the stiff, long, enticingly erect nub against her tongue.

Sandy rubbed her mother’s back, lightly scrapping her nails against the smooth skin. “I love it when you suck my breasts, Mom.” she murmured. “I just love it.”

“I love them too.” Bella thought as she moved to her daughter’s other young breast, nipping the tip with her teeth and them pulling it deep inside her mouth. She feasted on Sandy’s breasts for a time and then pulled away, looking down on at the girl. The girl’s hair was spread all across the bed; her blue eyes were staring hotly up at her, and then moved her hands up her mother’s chest, along her shoulders, and around Bella’s neck.

Pulling her down she said seductively “Lick my pussy, Mom.”

“Sandy…..” Bella started to scold her about her language.

“What don’t you like it when I talk like that? “

“I …well, no … yes, oh I don’t know”

Sandy tilted her head. “Why not?”

“Why not? Because you’re my daughter. That’s why”

“But mom, I’m not a kid anymore, and I’m your lover”

Bella looked down at her daughter’s naked, full young body and nodded. “That’s the absolute truth, you are my lover and aren’t a kid anymore”

Sandy smiled up at her mother. “Don’t be so scared, Mother, you weren’t a few months ago. It’s just you and me. I want this, you want this. No one has to know. Come on, mom”

Bella stared down at Sandy, trying to determine when her sweet, innocent, young waitress of not so long ago had turned into such a raving sex maniac, not taking into account that it was she herself who had, once and for all, converted this innocent woman into a sex maniac, as had happened twenty years ago with her, when another adult woman, Marie, had seduced her. She shook her head as she continued to gaze down at her daughter; it was as if she was nothing but raw, animal sexuality, coupled with sweet girlish innocence. It was an intoxicating combination.

“Ok, sweetie. Let’s give it a try” Bella said as she slid down the girl’s body and pushed apart Sandy’s legs; she moved her head between the girl’s thighs and looked up at her for a few seconds before going completely down.

“Oooohhh yes, YESSSS. Lick my pussy. Lick that little pussy; it’s yours, only yours” Sandy whispered lustfully, her blue eyes gazing lasciviously at her mother.

Bella grabbed Sandy’s hips and pulled her daughter’s cunt hard against her face; she shoved her tongue inside her daughter and licked at her pussy until her cheeks and jaw were soaked with sweet stickiness. She tongued and sucked until Sandy had climaxed, again and again and again; then, finally, the truth knocked her like a ton if bricks, she was no longer able to get the image of Sandy’s firm, pale ass cheeks out of her mind and she pulled away from her daughter’s cunt

“Lay on you stomach, Baby” She almost growled.

Sandy flipped around and eagerly lifted her buttocks. “Mmmmmmmmmm, yes, what are you going to do mommy, fuck your little girls ass? Mommy”

Bella swallowed hard, finding herself both aroused and disturbed by her daughter’s crude words, but, when she looked down at Sandy on the bed, the girl’s hips rose in the air and her perfect ass waiting for her, the mother set aside her misgivings and. reaching over to her nightstand, pulled out a strap-on harness and a lube bottle.

The girl watched over her shoulder as Bella attached the apparatus around her waist, its pink shaft was small enough for a beginner but still large enough to send the girl’s mind racing into orbit.

Bella gripped Sandy’s firm round buttocks with both hands, squeezing and kneading the flesh. Then, with her heart pounding in her chest, blood rushing through her veins, she slowly spread apart the smooth cheeks and stared down at the puckered rosy anus. She leaned down and put her mouth on the cleft of her daughter’s ass and jabbed the opening with the tip of her tongue.

“MOOOMMMM” Sandy screamed.

Sandy twisted her torso as her mother licked and probed her anus with her tongue; the young woman had never felt anything like it. It was so nasty, but it felt so good and, she definitely liked it. A sharp but pleasurable sensation moved from her buttocks to her pussy as her mother continued to tongue fuck the cleft of her ass, bathing it in saliva. Then she felt as her mother moved a finger inside of her. Sandy clenched her hands, feeling some pain at first but then only pleasure as her mother eased her finger in and out of her ass.

“Oh … Oh Mom, that feels so good.” Sandy murmured.

Bella worked a second finger inside her daughter ass and she loosened up where at first she had been too tense. The daughter felt her mother take the fingers out of her and move away.

“You see, Bella, you can do anything to me. I want you to do too. I do want what you want do to me”

Sandy wasn’t entirely sure how something like that fake penis wouldn’t hurt her terribly, but she trusted her mother. She loved and adored Bella and knew she wouldn’t be hurt by anything she did to her; the girl watched as her mother leaned over and griped the small bottle of lube.

“What’s that, Mom?”

Bella looked over at her daughter. “Oh don’t worry sweetie its … just some lube oil”


Her mother nodded as she poured some of the clear liquid onto her hand, then she lathered it on the pink dildo attached to her crotch. “It going to make it less painful for you”

Bella leaned over and rubbed some of the lube on the cleft of Sandy’s anus. The girl shivered at the sensation of the cool, slick liquid on her skin; once she was done, Bella put the bottle back in the nightstand, and then she turned and grabbed Sandy by the waist and turned her on her back.

“Mom, what are you going to do? I thought we were going to. ..”

“We are, Sweetie.” Her mother cooed as if she were a toddle “But I want to see your pretty face when I do it.”

Sandy stared up at her mother and smiled. Bella looked down at her, and for a moment she felt uneasy. The mother’s eyes seemed to be looking through Sandy … and the girl noticed that her mother seemed to be gazing off somewhere.

“Mom, mom, what happens? Are you okay?”

Bella’s eyes refocused on the girl, she was remembering a similar scene twenty years ago, only she wasn’t the daughter. “This is the last time, honey” She said, her voice firm. “and I mean it, we won’t fuck again.”

“Mmmhhmmm, yes of course, you said it before.” Sandy sighed.

Bella grabbed her daughter’s legs and pushed them up against her shoulders. Sandy felt the plastic shaft press against her ass-hole… and then slowly, very slowly … Bella pushed it inside her anus

Sandy stared up at her mother’s eyes as she felt the dildo enter her ass, going deeper and deeper into her bowels. At first it felt like something was invading her body and then, there was a moment of pain; the girl winced and Bella stopped.

“You want me to pull out, sweetie?”

“No, no.” She quickly shook her head. “I just need for you to stop a second. I’m good”

Sandy closed her eyes and used all her concentration to try and ease the tight, stressed muscles around her anus. Slowly, they softened and Bella felt herself slide inside the girl further until she was completely embedded.

“Oh my god, you’re so good Sandy, I have craved this for so long “

Sandy smiled up at her mother, Bella returned the smile and then slowly proceeded to buck her hips; she began to move faster and faster, looking directly at her daughter’s eyes. Sandy gasped, struggling for breath. It felt good, very good, different from getting her pussy licked but no less pleasurable, and definitively better than the boy’s cocks at College.

The girl licked her lips and reaching down, rubbed her clit. The nub was hard and erect and aching. Bella nodded her head approvingly and kept thrusting into her daughter.

“That’s it, baby girl. Do what makes you feel good. I’ll help you.”

Bella buried the plastic cock deeper into Sandy’s firm ass, always looking in her face and eyes. She was so tight and the movement caused beads of sweat to begin popping out of her body. The mother prayed she wasn’t hurting her daughter, but she was out of control now. Nothing she had ever imagined was as hot as fucking her beautiful, sexy daughter in the ass.

Sandy rubbed her clit faster, feeling the plastic shaft humping wildly at her ass. “Mom was right, is incredible with the right gal.” She thought seconds before and unexpected violent orgasm exploded inside her.

Bella’s mind suddenly went blank, still thrusting within the tight walls of Sandy’s ass as she pressed on deeper and deeper; then, when she felt her daughter climaxing, her young buttocks shuddering against the bed, Bella let out an earth-shattering scream … orgasming from the friction against her pussy.

Sandy stiffened when she felt the hard, deep animal thrust of her mother’s loins and screamed as well. Her body shook with still another shattering orgasm and the two of them bucked wildly and savagely against each other in a wild, passionate frenzy of sexual release. Both crying out slurred words of satiated lust.

With a deep, chest throbbing groan, Bella collapsed on top of Sandy; both bodies were drenched with perspiration, the two slid wetly against each other as they struggled for breath and for sanity. Bella slowly pulled the pink shaft out of the girl’s ass and fell next to her on the bed.

Sandy pulled in a lungful of humid, sex-sweat scented air as her heart laboured in her chest. She swallowed hard, and then turned to look at her mother. Bella’s eyes were closed and her breasts rose and fell rapidly. Sandy let her gaze travel to the plastic dildo still strapped to her mother.

“What are we going to do Mommy? I don’t want for us never to stop” Sandy said

Bella opened her eyes and looked over at her daughter. “I don’t know, I don’t think I can stop either”. And with that they fell in a profound dreamless sleep


The day after Christmas Eve, Sunday, was one of the happier days, if not the happiest in the lives of them both. Bella’s guilt was a lot lesser in the day-light, her moral dilemma about her incestuous relationship with her, now, new found daughter diminishing rapidly, second by second. Sandy on the contrary, was guiltless, she had no moral prejudices with incest with her new found mother, they were lovers way before yesterday morning, and if she hadn’t keep the small photograph nobody would have been the wiser, and she was happy she had made true her mother sex cravings. The day was warm, not too hot, just but a little fresh and they decided to take a stroll to the near beach.

They prepared a basket with food and soft drinks for a picnic on the beach, put on bathing suits, got in Bella’s car and headed to the beach. The day was ripe for it, there were few vehicles on the highway because most people were in their houses getting off the hangover from the festivities and beverage of the night before, they reached the beach, found it empty, only the occasional hiker who had taken the dog to run around the golden sand. Mother and daughter looked up to find a small cove between the rocks where they were covered from prying eyes and could sunbathe, spread the towels applied sun protection and prepared to enjoy the day, eating, bathing and celebrating their new life without being disturbed. The hours passed quickly and darkness covered the sky.

Naked to the waist, her skin glowing a little in the pale light of the beach moon, the faint smirk on her face, Sandy was irresistible. Bella sat beside her new found daughter to take off her own beach sandals, shifting to meet her mouth again when Sandy went to work on the bottoms of Bella’s floral bikini. As she angled, Sandy straddled her and pressed herself tightly against her mother, dived now rather than sank, into the heat, the need, the wonder they brought to each other. Now, as ever, it was a shock in the system, a stunning, breathless rightness she’d never expected to know. Here she was hers. Bella’s gorgeous mouth seduced and demanded at the same time, and those mature and knowing hands, so skilled, possessed her, just the feel of her mother against her, skin to skin, so familiar now could still dazzle her senses.

Bella loved her, wanted her, needed her, just as impossible as Sandy loved, wanted, needed her mother. It was miraculous. She murmured to her, first her name. Just Sandy. Only Sandy. Then in Spanish- Mi amor, mi amor, my love, my love. Her love. And the rest was lost as her hands guided her, as in a dance, and she bowed back for her. Those lips skimmed up her torso, a warm, gentle line, the mouth took her breast with a quick, stunning hunger. Her sigh became a gasp that shuddered to a moan. Sandy’s fingers raked into her mother’s short hair when Bella went to draw those nipples into her mouth. She sucked them deeply, rolling her tongue around the pliant nubs while she kneaded the smooth spheres

“Yes please, yes, Oh mother, please love me, make love to me” cried Sandy with the moon and stars as only witness lf their insatiable lust.


Everything and all things, lover, soul-mate, wife, husband that was now Sandy for Bella. Mother –daughter in other times, in another, different, world. Nothing she’d ever dreamed of, even in the days of lust, passion and lesbian debauchery following her divorce, approached the reality of this. Nothing she had ever possessed until now, with the exception of her long lost children, could ever be so precious, and now she has recuperated one, in ways that no wild dream could had ever fathomed. The taste of Sandy’s body in the cool night, in the pale moon light, stirred a deep craving she now understood would never be fully sated.

She rose, lifting Sandy with her, feeling that crave spike and tear deep in her soul when her mouth went wild on her daughter’s. Once again she pressed her back to the rock bed, as she yanked Sandy’s bikini bottoms down, and a growl escaped her throat

“Mine” Bella cried to the beach moon as a wolf in heat, clamping her lips in the shaved lips of Sandy’s vagina, who had thrust it into her mouth.

“Yes yours, only yours” shouted her daughter, at the same time she darted her tongue deep inside Sandy’s core, licking and tasting the pungent but tasteful rivers or molten lava.

“Yes, god yes, yes, yes”; the first orgasm burst through Sandy body and mind, a reeling blow to her senses that left her dizzy, drunk, and in some place in outer space where she floated and floated, before slowly coming down to earth again desperate for more.

She uttered a soft cry when her mother’s fingers slipped against her nectar coated slit. Her full, warm thighs opened as she stroked her lips. Her clit felt so rigid, engorged with pleasure, slick for her agile fingers. Her smooth pussy flushed like a piece of overripe fruit while she massaged the knotted flesh.

Bella smeared Sandy’s cream everywhere, over her hairless mound and ripe upper thighs, massaging her with her own froth. Then she fingered open her wet petals and slid her middle and ring fingers inside her. Bella pushed them all the way in and rolled the pad of her thumb over the hot clit. Sandy hooked her legs around Bella’s shoulders, opening them so she would fill her, and her hips pistoned, matching her mother, stroke for frantic stroke.

The cool stone of the cove at her back, the heat of her mother against her, in her, drew her up again as she took and took. When the need built again, when Sandy felt herself about to fall into those wild eyes, she clamped around her. “Come with me mother, come with me mom, come with me mommy darling”.

“Ohhhh … ohhhhhhh … moooooooooommy…” she groaned deeply.

Bella kissed her again, fucking her tongue into her mouth while she grounded her hand against her hot vagina. The pleasure flashed, bright as a sizzling diamond, as they took the down together.


It had been fifteen wonderful days after the passage of New Year, and now, in mid January, both women had to face the reality of everyday life, work, their social life, their personal relationship as a couple, the future together or separated. What of Sandy’s life, future and studies? To clarify all these issues they needed a long, deep conversation, a sincere conversation. How was to be their relationship henceforth?; what would they actually be?, how would they entail?, would they be mother and daughter lovers?; would they be two women in love, partners and equal?; Their commitment was a commitment to total and permanent love?; it was a commitment to life and for life? Or was it just a sexual relationship with only lust and no projection of future? Was love or lust what bound them together?.

It was a time for communication, and as it is usual in the first moments of any couple, it was a difficult moment to start talking and planning any future. It was Sandy the first to bring forward and raise her concerns one night after dinner.

“Mother, I’ve been thinking, what is going to become of us?”

“What do you mean, and please, for now, just call me Bella, you don’t mind, do you baby?”

“No I don’t mind, and what I mean is, what about our future?, I’m not forcing you to anything, but ours is a bit peculiar situation”.

“I agree baby, I want to fix things with you forever. I want you with me forever, not as mother-daughter, well we will still be mother and daughter, but I want you as my life companion, permanently, I love you, I’m in love with you”.

“Ok Bella, before we take a decision, I must go east again to tie some loose ends”

“But my……”

“I promise you, if everything is as it should be, I’ll come back”


Sandy wanted to go back East to see and verify if the story her mother had told her was true, and if it was the truth, cut once and forever the few familiar bonds that even now she had with her father, because affective were none. Not that she distrusted the story her mother had told her, but fifteen years of suffering, of unanswered questions from her father, her mourning nights of crying and of silently asking for her mother, days and nights of anguish and suffering, needed a proven and credible response to start her new life with Bella, her mother, yes, but most of all, her lover, free from any suspicion of deception, so, she could be able to blindly trust her again, and be sure that she would not be abandoned again.

First thing first, Sandy went to the college where the story had begun more than twenty years ago. She has to found out first if Marie d’Aflecourt was still a professor at the university, and if not, whether they could provide her address and phone number. After several comings and goings, and her justifying whom she was, she managed to get the professor address and phone number. Once she got the address and phone, she called her to request an interview with the former teacher, focusing specifically on her identity and whom she and her mother were. The voice answering the phone, was a quivering one, and confirmed to be the old teacher, who kept expressing surprise at the contact of someone who was so far back in time and memory, however, she accepted to see the girl, pointing to the right time she could receive her.

When Sandy arrived to the house at the appointed time her surprise was tremendous as she saw a white-haired old woman opening the door. Marie d’Aflecourt was not the beautiful and gorgeous woman in her mother’s story. That lady who seemed to be more than seventy years old, was only around sixty, her face was worn and wrinkled, and showed no trace of the beauty her mother had gone mad, with love and passion, this was not the woman who had enamouraded her mother and then had abandoned and betrayed her. The white haired woman opened the door and asked:

“Won’t you come in, please” after a pause. “I’m Marie d’Aflecourt, and you would be….”

“My name is Elisa Sanderson Van Cruiff, and I’m the daughter of Annabelle Van Cruiff, your former, ejem………pupil? May I take a few minutes of your time?”

“Yes of course, I’m in retirement and had seldom any visitors these days, please take a seat. Would you like some tea, coffee, a soft drink?”

“Well, no thank you, if you don’t mind I need for you to give me some answers and after, I won’t bother you again”

The older woman looked Sandy in the eyes and asked “Ok my dear girl, what do you want to know?”

“I just want for you to tell me exactly what happened with my mother twenty years ago. Why did she disappear so suddenly leaving us, her family, for ever?”

“Well, this is what happened”

“I was a professor at Uni when Annabelle came that first year…..she was so shy and beautiful …….we fell un love, I’m a lesbian…………we were so enamored ……then after a time……….her family made her get married…………….she was so……. unhappy, except giving birth to the both of you……………..then your father did suspect….. something, he came to this house…………….and did blackmail me…….”

“But I don’t understand, how could he…………..”Said an stupefied Sandy

“Very simple, your father carried then and carry today a lot of muscle in this city, ………….I was working with a precarious visa and could be extradited……….he forced me to betray your mother………… was very disgraceful………I had to call your mother, made a date…………we had sex and he, he…………… everything, as a premium he wouldn’t denounce me to the authorities……………and I had to be with another woman when your mother came to me,…… ……he wanted her totally destroyed.”

Sandy couldn’t believe what she was hearing, the story was almost a carbon copy of what her mother had told her, of course her mother could never had known the importance of the role and the part her father had played in this story, in this family drama, his sinister role in the destruction of an entire family but above all the destruction and damage in the lives of his children. Sandy was livid with anger; not so much to this woman who had been a selfish puppet with no self-esteem, but to her father, she would never be able forgive him. Now she understood the destruction of photos and every memories of her mother.

“Well I thank-you very much for your time, now I must be going, thanks again”

“Elisa, if you ever find your mother, please tell her I did love her very much and I’m sorry, very sorry, I could never forget her, or forgive myself”


The next day she went to see her father and have a long and cleansing conversation with him. Around ten o’clock in the morning, the hour she knew her father would be working, she went to the building where were based the offices of her father’s law firm and going to a secretary asked point blank to see Mr. Sanderson.

“Have you an appointment ” asked the secretary, knowing too well Sandy was her boss’s daughter.

“No I have not, you just go inside and tell him Elisa wants to see him”

A few minutes later the secretary came back, and smirking told Sandy he was very busy and would see her in a little while.

Sandy was nonplused, and with a vehement “What the fuck”, she went to her father’s office and without knocking opened the door.

The secretary was terrified and just able to stammer “Sir, I didn’t…..”

“It’s ok miss Farrell, just close the door and don’t pass any calls”.

“Ok Elisa, to what do I owe the favor of your visit “

“Good morning to you too father”

“Lets slip the pleasantries and go to the point; I’m very occupied, what brings you here”.

“Ok, as usual you are much occupied to attend your children, at least me. Well I want to know what happened fifteen years ago with my mother. I want to know your version of the story”

Dr William Sanderson’s face went beet red, the veins in his neck and fore head swelled disproportionately and it seemed that he was about to suffer a heart attack. He started stuttering and then a cry shook the walls,

“I’m not talking about that damned bitch, I do not want ever to hear her name in my presence, to me is well and truly dead and if you do not want to take a kicking in the ass you never, ever, are going to ask me again anything about that woman”

“Well fuck you, dear daddy; I want to know your part in me loosing my mother when I was a baby”

Sanderson in a state of demented fury took her daughter’s shoulders and tried to get her out of his office.

“Don’t push me and don’t touch me again, I’ m not going till you tell me about my mother”

By now the shouting was heard, not only in Sanderson’ offices, but in the whole floor.

“You want to know about your dear fucking mother, ok, go and speak to her damm french professor at the University if you find her, and ask her about your dear sainted mother”

“Don’t worry, daddy dear, (sarcasm) I just did. Yesterday. I only wanted for you to deny or confirm her story, I see with your attitude you confirm her”

“Don’t talk to me in that tone young girl, and don’t talk to me again of your mother, if you do it again I will have to disavow and disinherit you,”

“First, dear daddy, I’m not a young girl anymore, I’m a woman, Respecting your avow and money you may shove them up your……..with all my respect, I have the money grandma left me, and ….surprise, surprise, I have a photograph of my mother, my brother and me from when I was four, bye for ever,… dear daddy”

And she left her home town for good. But once in the airport, before taking the plane she called Bella to wait for her.


Bella was in the airport waiting the landing of Sandy’s plane. She was extremely nervous, the call had surprised her in the middle of an important meeting and immediately she let her assistant take her place so she could go home to change clothes. Sandy had only informed her, the name of the company, the flight number and the prospective arrival hour, and of course, that she was coming for good.

Bella looked spectacular, she had changed her dark and somber work clothes of pants and jacquet for a vaporous light green silk dress that fitted sinuously her breasts, girded her waist and hips like a glove, and fell down with a large bell-shaped form to her knees, her long legs were sheathed in thin, delicate and almost transparent silk stockings reaching up to the garter belt; and her feet were clad in heels three inches high that made her legs slender. Her lingerie was the sexiest french style a woman can get, very femme, in a tone of pale green, all lace, with a surprise inside. A faint makeup in her face completed her attire with her lips highlighted a deep red. She looked like a goddess, and everybody, men and women alike, looked at her.

The flight landed and fifteen minutes later Sandy crossed the doors carrying her suitcase and looking for Bella. Her mother was in the crowd and she yelled with joy calling her name and ran to hug her dropping the bag; the two women hugged each other tightly, the mature elegantly dressed lady and her young paramour attired in jeans and red chequered shirt. They french kissed as lovers departing for ever. After a while they calmed down and returning to the real world, went to the parking lot got in Bella’s car and returned home.

Once inside the house, they went into the kitchen, pouring a glass of wine for each. Bella knew they had to talk, not everything was about sex, there were big steps to take for their future lives if they thought themselves worthy of the love they had for the other. With their ups and downs they had been together for more than six months, not always living in the same physical place, but emotionally depending on each other.

Bella had purposely made of their relationship a slow race, letting Sandy take her own pace, she did not want for Sandy to get lost in her, to not being able to identify herself anymore, something she knew had to be the norm for her in their relationships for awhile; she wanted a committed relationship, not a plaything relationship; she wanted to have her in her bed every night, but not only on her bed, she was a perfect girlfriend and lover but she had found that she didn’t know what was happening inside her mind and heart. Bella was wary.

“Shall we go to the couch to talk my love” Said Bella cautiously.

“Yes of course, I have lots of stuff I want to tell you”

“Ok, shall we start with your trip East. How it went?” asked Bella

“Well mother let me tell you; I went to see Madame Marie d’Aflecourt and….”

Hearing that name Bella’s mind started spinning and her new hard erected world seemed to go crashing down. The horrors of fifteen years back returned to her mind with all its strength and she saw herself again impoverished, beaten, intoxicated, sexually abused and betrayed by those she loved most. Her face went distorted with a deathly pallor. Her daughter excitedly telling her what she had learned and the steps she has taken didn’t seem to realize what was happening to her mother until the glass that Bella was holding in her hand hit the floor and brought Sandy back to reality, then she realized what was happening with her mother.

“Oh mother, mother I’m sorry, so sorry, what happening to you mother….”

Bella tried to compose herself, she poured more wine in a new glass and taking a sip made Sandy tell her tale; when her daughter was finished she took several deep calming breaths and asked:

“Tell me my dear, what are your plans for your life from now onward? “

Sandy seemed not to understand the question, she looked her mother straight in the eyes and said:

“Well, unless you don’t want me to, I was thinking about living with you and for you forever, whatever the terms you want to be”

“My love, nothing has changed, I’m desperately in love with you, and I love you more every day, I want for us to be a couple, to be wife and wife, we are equals, partners in life, I want, if you want, to legally marry you, and if you are game, some day to have a baby with you, I want that and much more”

Sandy was astonished, now, knowing the past of her mother and her suffering , she could understand her, and her love for her became a real thing, she loved her as a human being, not only as her mother, she loved her as a woman with whom live theirs lives together.

“Yes mother, I want you, I desire you, and I want us to live together forever, I’ll be your wife and you mine”

“Ok baby, I don’t want anybody from our earlier lives to found us, we will create our own cosy world to live, and promise me as I promise you, will try to be happy and never fight”

Sandy was pensive, she went back to the seat she had been occupying and Bella looked over at her, chewing on the inside of her lip.

“Are you okay?” she asked her daughter, finishing the rest of the vine in her glass.

“Yes” Sandy said softly.

Bella met her eyes and she blinked at her, realizing that her breathing had changed.

“What’s wrong baby?” Bella asked, turning slightly towards her.

Sandy shook her head, “I want to go to bed.”

Bella studied her flushed cheeks and her eyes. She nodded and stood, Sandy standing with her.

They went to the bedroom and Sandy slid her hands down Bella body in a sensual caress and with surprise found her hard.

“My, my, well, I see you have with you your hockey stick, were you planning to play some game today or….tonight”

Bella’s face went crimson “No, no, not with you my love, at least not today, I …I don’t know what came into me, what happened today to me, I think I just needed to carry on”

And with a subtle and rapid movement under her dress she tried to took-off the harness with the strap-on.

“Oh no, no, no, not so fast” said and excited Sandy, “”I want to see it on you in all your glory”, And with that she took Bella’s hands in her own to impede her taking the strap-on off her.

“Now you’ll let me undress you, slowly, very slowly, I want to see what is underneath this precious dress, dear mother”

And with that, Sandy let her mother’s hands go and very slowly started undressing her.

She unbuttoned the back and let the dress slither down Bella’s body to the floor. The vision presented to her eyes was amazing, a beautiful, sculpted body, with a set of pale green silk lingerie, perky breasts with large nipples swollen by passion, which were in full erection and standing out prominently pushed against the soft thin fabric of her partly transparent bra. Her legs encased in beautiful transparent nylon stockings keeping tight up by a sexy garter belt, and her feet encased in high heel shoes that delineated her legs in all its glory, but the more exciting thing for Sandy was the vision of the crotch of her mother; she was granted an enchanting view of her small, tiny, translucent pale green lace panties at the triangular junction of her thighs, thorough the bikini panties she could see displayed the obscenity sight of a big strap-on. It was the vision of a goddess with a huge package in between her legs and under the panties.

They hugged each other tightly and their mouths joined in a frenzied series of deep kisses, their tongues searching every corner of their mouths and intertwined in a fierce war, saliva dropped out the corner of their mouths as they couldn’t swallow so much, meanwhile they were trying to undress each other, well Bella was trying to undress. Sandy as she was in her underwear, but the latter felt the pressure of something hard in her crotch above her jeans, it was Bella’s strap-on, who was trying desperately to get Sandy’s shirt out her pants to slide her hands up her torso so she would be able to get her hands on Sandy’s swollen nipples.

Sandy reached out, cupping Bella’s face and rested her cheek against her palm, her eyes closing. Then, the girl literally swept her off of her feet and walked to the bedroom.. Bella thought

“All my life I had waited to meet someone like her, and I gave birth to her, it was meant to be. Someone that wasn’t on a different level, but on the exact same plane; an equal, my equal. I don’t care if outsiders look at us and think Sandy is the lesser or the weaker person between the two of us, because she is so young, I know what this meant for both of us. Sandy is not weaker, and she isn’t beneath me. She had just as much power as I have”

Sandy took off her clothes slowly, her lungs filling with air as she taught herself how to breathe again. Bella’s face was more flushed, her nostrils flaring lightly as she watched her, the air shifting between them. She was nude; they stood in front of one another. Sandy reached out and with one decisive snap, took off her bra. Bella inhaled surprised, her eyes widening; Sandy let it drop between them.

“I love you” Bella whispered.

Sandy’s mouth parted and she closed her eyes as though trying to wake herself up from a dream. She opened them again, her blue eyes big in understanding.

She didn’t reach for her, didn’t move. Saying the final words that both of them needed to hear out loud. “I’m yours.” The moment she said it, she felt her heart rise out of her chest and Bella was in her arms, their mouths meeting. Need, Want, Longing, Desire, Lust, Care. The words circling around them, they slid onto the bed together.

Bella held her, their arms tight around one another. “I love you too”,

“I know” whispered Sandy, kissing her soft lips.

They embraced, looking deep into each others eyes, Bella was lying on her back and Sandy at her side caressing her breasts and nipples with her right hand, then she was slowly lowering her hand down Bella’s body massaging her tummy, navel and the top of her panties whilst her mouth licked and sucked her breasts and nipples, she then moved her hand slowly down inside Bella’s panties and as if caressing a man, with her hand grabbed and began slowly to masturbate the big dildo. After a few minutes of this play Sandy took off Bella the panties and the harnessed dildo.

Sandy dipped her head and softly kissed Bella’s vulva, the thick folds of labial flesh reddish pink, with bright beads of moisture standing out like dew in the curly coils hair. She swiped her tongue into the turgid crevice, tasting the salt, she was absolutely slick now. And as she licked deeper, her mom stiffened, exhaling a single deep gasp as she rose up almost on her toes. Sandy found her mother’s clitoris, flicked the bud one time, two times, several times, Bella’s hands grasping the head of her daughter but not pushing it away. Sandy sank her tongue deeper, over the entire length of her slit, twirling it into her, flicking her clit again, fast, pressing onto it.

“Tell me, where you want me to begin” Sandy said.

Bella bit her lip and smiled. She rolled over onto her stomach, and then slid a pillow under her pelvis. She turned her face to Sandy expectantly.

“Taste me everywhere” she said “I’ll show you where to start and where to stop”

Reaching behind her back, she traced a line with her finger from the middle of her back down to the crack of her ass. Tugging her cheeks aside, she laid her fingertip at the dark rim of her asshole. Sandy grinned, then slid beside her mother, and kissed her shoulder, moving her tongue over her delectable flesh. Bella sighed with contentment and slid her other hand down between her legs.

I apologize for taking so long to get this chapter finished. I have been extremely ill and did not feel much like writing. I’m better now. Hope you enjoy reading about Bobby taking his mother’s anal cherry.


“L. U.?” Mrs. Brubaker queried her daughter as she pushed the front door open.

“Huh?” Becky asked.

“L. U.,” April shot back. “In the van, you blamed me and your father for what happened to you at ‘L. U.’”

“Oh, that,” Becky said as her mother closed the door behind them. “Just a nickname we had for the school; ‘Lesbian University.’ Most girls I knew were munching carpets long before they arrived there or they began doing it shortly afterwards. ‘Juiceless Lucy’. . .uh, Mrs. Leonard, broke a lot of them in herself.”

“Was she your first?”

Becky’s face wrinkled in disgust. “That dried up old cow? Not on my horniest day would I let her touch me.”

“So. . .,”April Brubaker mused, “I take it that is part of the reason why. . .”

“All of the reason why,” Becky interrupted. “She did the same to three other girls while I was there.”

Mrs. Brubaker, her face flushed with anger, went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and pulled out a couple of energy drinks. She gave one to her daughter and sat down at the kitchen table. “That bitch!” she exclaimed after opening her drink and swallowing about half of it in just a couple of gulps. “Something should be done about her.”

Becky sat down, pulled her chair closer to the elder Brubaker woman, and placed her hand on top of her mother’s. “No need to worry about it, Mother. I’m kind of glad she expelled me.”

April Brubaker pulled her hand away and caressed her daughter’s face. “I am, also, dear,” she said. “But, what am I to do? I want you to get a good education.”

“I will, Mother. Trust me. I’ll get a job and pay for it myself.”

“You’ll do no such thing, Becky. I’ll take care of it one way or the other.” April sighed. “It may take a while, though.”

Becky sipped her energy drink. “I thought Dad had bunches of money.”

“He does,” April told her daughter. “But it will be a while before I can get him to part with any of it.” She paused, noticed the questioning look on Becky’s face and continued. “He won’t be coming home. Not anymore.”

“Why?” Becky asked.

The next half hour plus was spent with Becky remaining silent while her mother told her about her dad.

“That bastard!” Becky said when her mother had finished talking. “How could he do this to you? How long has he been running around on you?”

April sighed; a lonely sound that made Becky want to hold her mother and never let her go. “Since we first learned I was pregnant with you.”

“You are going to divorce him, aren’t you Mother?”

Mrs. Brubaker nodded. “You bet your ass I am,” she said. “And I’m going to take every fucking cent I can get my hands on.”

Becky gasped. “I’ve never heard you talk like this before, Mother. What’s going on, anyway?”

April smiled at her daughter. “It’s the new me.”

“From what I heard last night,” Becky said. “I’m sure all this crap with Dad hasn’t completely soured you against men.”

“No, it hasn’t,” April told her daughter. “As a matter of fact, it’s opened up a part of me I never knew existed.” She eyed Becky suspiciously. “Besides me moaning and wiggling around from the tongue lashing you gave me, what did you hear?”

Becky laughed and, in a higher-pitched voice than normal, she said, “Oh, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. Fuck me, Bobby. Fuck me like you did that first night.”

April Brubaker’s face turned a deep crimson as she cleared her throat. “I said all that?” she asked. When Becky nodded her head in the affirmative, she added, “I must have been out of my head.”

“Don’t worry, Mother,” Becky said. “I understand. I just hope that you won’t mind sharing him once in a while.”

“Sure,” Mrs. Brubaker said. “Why not?” Then she quickly added, “It’ll be up to him.”

Becky smiled. “Great!” she said. “I’ve been wanting him to break my cherry since fifth grade.”

It was April’s turn to laugh. “Fifth grade? Why, you hardly even knew boys existed back then.”

Becky bristled slightly. “I knew enough to realize that I wanted him to stick his little ‘thingy’ inside my hole. That’s all I thought about. But you kept chasing him off and calling him all those bad names.”

April stood and hugged her daughter. “I’m so sorry, Baby. I was a different person back then.”

“I know,” Becky said. “‘Back then,’ you could be a real bitch when you wanted.”

April stood and hugged her daughter, pressing her tits into the back of Becky’s neck. Feeling emboldened, Mrs. Brubaker filled her hands with Becky’s more than ample breasts. For the first time in her life, she was the aggressor; the pursuer and not the pursued. She wanted sex with a female and the thought of it being her own daughter she wanted to have sex with only heightened her desires. “Still can be,” she joked. “If I don’t get what I want.” She sucked Becky’s earlobe into her mouth.

Becky stood, pushed the chair from between them and turned around. April’s hands fell to Becky’s hips. Before she could tighten her grip and pull her in close, the younger Brubaker woman had already closed the gap.

“Oh, Mother,” Becky moaned. The rest of her words became unintelligible when Mrs. Brubaker pressed her lips against her daughter’s. Hands roamed over every part of the two women’s bodies as April’s tongue was forced to retreat from Becky’s invading oral appendage.

First came the outer garments. In no time at all, they were standing before each other, clad only in bra and panties. Becky’s tits fairly jumped out of her bra when April unhooked the front strap and helped slide it down her daughter’s arms.

Mrs. Brubaker pulled her face from Becky’s and, like a guided missile, zeroed in on her daughter’s left nipple, fully encasing the bright pink bud and the surrounding areola between her lips.

Becky’s hands wandered aimlessly across her mother’s back; from her fleshy ass to her shoulders for a few moments before stopping at April’s bra strap. Working quickly, she unhooked the bra and pulled it off her mother, dropping it unceremoniously on the floor beside them. She then began to squeeze them lightly.

“It really makes me so damned horny,” Becky told her mother, “to feel your nipples get hard.”

April mumbled her reply, not yet willing to break the suction on her daughter’s breast.

Becky continued to massage April’s breasts, stopping every few seconds to roll her mother’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Her breathing became erratic and soon, she was gasping for air. She gently pushed her mother’s mouth from her tit, looked her in the eye and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom, Mother. Might as well get comfortable.”

April Brubaker, already lost in that dream-like state of mind that comes with the knowledge that one is going to have pure, unadulterated sex, could only nod as Becky grabbed her by the hand, led her into the bedroom and gently pushed her down onto the bed. She scooted backwards until her head rested comfortably on her pillow and waited for her daughter to follow.

“My daughter!” April thought. “My daughter is about to make love to me.” She could still put a stop to this if she wanted. “But, do I want to?” she asked herself as she felt Becky settle beside her.

“Yes,” April told herself as Becky tenderly caressed her breast. “I have to stop. We have to stop.”

April Brubaker shuddered as the palm of Becky’s hand slid down her stomach and inside the waistband of her panties.

“Fuck it,” she whispered. “And especially fuck Herman and his two-timing whore.”

Becky’s fingers crawled through her mother’s pubic hairs at an agonizingly slow pace, tickling her, exciting her.

April’s heart raced with anticipation as she silently urged her daughter to continue. Desire mounted. Becky’s fingers reached their destination. They began to strum across her mother’s clit much like a master guitarist.

Like water being forced over a dam because it had no place else to go, April Brubaker’s passion spilled from her soul, filling every fiber of her being. Her body was alive and she didn’t care if it was her daughter, her own flesh and blood, who was providing the stimulation. Once again, she was being set free.

Mrs. Brubaker whimpered as she struggled to get her own panties off. She finally succeeded in getting them down to her ankles. She pulled one foot free and left the crumpled cotton briefs wrapped around her left ankle.

Becky’s hands were busy now. So was her mouth. She had risen to her knees and with the fingers of one hand still on her mother’s clit, she captured a breast in the other hand. Once again, she was nursing at her mother’s yearning, heaving bosom.

Becky’s mother cried out, expressing her need for Becky to continue. Her hips bucked and her back arched, throwing her pussy against Becky’s hand and temporarily dislodging her tit from her daughter’s mouth. Both women groaned in an expression of extreme disappointment.

When Becky’s lips once again found her mother’s nipple, April Brubaker threw her head back and said through gnashing teeth, “You make me hotter quicker than anyone I’ve ever known.”

By this time, Becky had slipped her middle finger inside April’s cunt and had her thumb resting on her mother’s clit. In a very uneven rhythm, Becky alternated between fucking her mother with her finger and diddling April’s clit.

Mrs. Brubaker pushed gently on Becky’s head. “I need you to kiss me down there,” she whispered seductively.

Becky, feigning ignorance, asked her mother, “What?”

April repeated herself. “I want you to kiss me down there.”

“Down where, Mother?”

“Where you have your hand.”

“Where is that, Mother?”

Finally realizing that she was being urged to talk dirty to her daughter, Mrs. Brubaker gulped a lungful of air. Words exited her mouth that, just a few short weeks ago, would have made her blush profusely. Now, it only made her a bit uncomfortable to say them. She whispered her instructions, talking quickly.

“Oh, baby,” April said. “I want you to eat my pussy. I need to feel your tongue on my pussy. I want you to kiss my clit like you did last night.”

Becky smiled within herself. She was hoping this would be the day her mother would return the favor. But, she knew her mother was new to the idea of a woman satisfying another woman sexually. Becky Brubaker would count this as a labor of love. She wanted to bring her mother along the path of Sapphic love slowly so as not to spook her. Becky would give her as much time as she needed.

To Becky’s surprise, when she crawled into place to worship at the altar of her mother’s sex, April told her to turn around.

April Brubaker spoke softly, almost in a whisper. “Sixty-nine. I want to lick on you, too.”

Delighted at her mother’s change in attitude, Becky Brubaker gladly acquiesced. She spun around and, knees on the bed astraddle of April Brubaker’s head and slowly lowered her pussy onto the older woman’s face.

April Brubaker, not content to lay there and wait for a taste of her daughter’s nectar, quickly grabbed Becky by the hips and pulled Becky’s pussy down to her. Unsure of exactly what she should be doing, Mrs. Brubaker licked tentatively along the outer lips and then stopped.

Becky, her face already buried in her mother’s cunt, raised her head, steadied herself on her hands and knees and looked between her tits at her mother. “Just do what comes natural, Mother,” she said.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” Mrs. Brubaker said.

“I know, Mother,” Becky said soothingly. “You liked what I did to you last night, didn’t you? And you remember how good it made you feel?”

April nodded her head and, when she did so, her nose rubbed against Becky’s hot, throbbing clit, causing the young woman to have a mini-climax. “But, baby, what if I don’t do it right? I want you to enjoy this, too.”

“Do to me what you remember about how I made love to you, Mother. You’ll do just fine.”

Encouraged by her daughter’s patience, April continued to hold Becky’s ass cheeks in her hands as if she were afraid the younger woman might float away from her; continued licking those fat young pussy lips. “I guess the best thing I can do,” she said to herself, “is to do to her exactly what she does to me.”

Just as Becky latched on to her clitoris, April Brubaker decided to satisfy her daughter first. She tightened her grip on Becky’s hips and rolled, finally coming to a stop with the daughter on the bottom.

“Oh, Mother!” Becky said in a rushed, high-pitched voice.

Mrs. Brubaker moved away from Becky and turned around to face her daughter.

“Did I upset you, Mother?” Becky asked.

April swiped at a strand of hair that had fallen over Becky’s eye and tucked it behind her ear. “No, Baby,” she said. “You didn’t upset me.”

“Then why did you move away?”

Mrs. Brubaker stared lovingly at her daughter’s breasts and licked her lips. She grabbed one of those sweet, young tits in her hand and stroked it lightly. “So firm, yet so pliable,” she said with a smile. “They’re just begging to be sucked.” She leaned in and pulled the tiny bud of flesh into her mouth.

Becky quickly placed the palm of her hand on the back of April’s head and held her mother close, her excitement and passion climbing higher and higher with every stroke of her mother’s tongue on her nipple. Each time Mrs. Brubaker tried to suck her nipple ever deeper into her mouth, Becky would whimper as her body twisted and wiggled on the bed in response.

Becky began to gasp. Her breasts heaved upwards and her stomach began to knot. She was micro seconds away from an orgasm when April quit her nursing and began to trail her tongue down the younger Brubaker’s stomach, pausing only when she reached the top of Becky’s black lace bikini panties. Becky spent several anxious moments, her body yearning for release before her mother began to move.

Slowly, Mrs. Brubaker traced her tongue along the waistband; from one side to the other and back again. She knew she was tormenting her daughter with her actions but, she was feeling bold and mischievous. She had not been this bold with Herman nor with Bobby. She could not have explained herself if her life depended upon it. Just the idea of a Sapphic, familial love made her heart race; gave her life purpose. She wondered why it had taken her so long to discover the real April Brubaker.

Instead of taking Becky’s panties off, Mrs. Brubaker, in her haste to get at her daughter’s sexual center, urged Becky’s legs apart. She simply pulled the panties away from and to the side of Becky’s lips. This time, there was no hesitation on April’s part. Starting at Becky’s asshole, Mrs. Brubaker licked her way up to her clit.

Becky was in heaven! Her own mother was tickling her clit, causing her whole body to shimmy and shake. And, when her mother’s tongue began licking her asshole for the second time, she tensed in preparation for a mind-blowing orgasm she knew would soon follow.

Mrs. Brubaker could sense that her daughter was getting close. She could feel the secretions of Becky’s lubricating juices flowing more rapidly against her face.

Becky’s breathing was growing more erratic with each swipe of her tongue. Her breasts heaved and her stomach seemed to be tying itself in knots. The next swipe of her mother’s tongue across her perineum took her to the edge.

Becky arched her back, grabbed two handfuls of April’s hair and pulled her mother’s face into her quivering quim. April, her nose now buried deep inside Becky’s cunt, continued licking her daughter’s perineum.

Becky fucked her mother’s nose with short, rapid strokes. Still gripping April’s hair tightly with her left hand, she moved her right hand to her own clitoris. Placing her forefinger on one side of her hooded nub and her middle finger on the other side, she squeezed lightly and began to slowly stroke her super sensitive man in the boat. Several strokes of her fingers and a few more swipes of her mother’s tongue, combined with the air rushing from April’s nose into her clutching vaginal cavity, sent her into a sexual stupor; the likes of which she’d never before experienced.

Becky screamed as she beat her heels on the bed.


Bobby, on his way home from visiting a friend, looked longingly across the street as he drove by the Brubaker house. The minivan was in the driveway. After a moment’s hesitation he made a u-turn and parked in front of the Brubaker home. He unbuckled his seatbelt and had his hand on the handle to open the door when a taxi pulled into the driveway. He looked on in interest when he saw Herman Brubaker exit the cab and, with casts on both legs, and leaning heavily on his crutches, head toward the front door.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Bobby muttered to himself. “He’s supposed to be in jail.”

Bobby waited until Mr. Brubaker was inside his house and had closed the door before exiting his car. He hurried up the walkway, barely making it up onto the porch before he heard April screaming. He fumbled in his pocket for the key she’d given him. He couldn’t find it. Then he remembered that he’d left it in the glove box of his car.

Mrs. Brubaker screamed again; this timer louder. Bobby grabbed the doorknob and turned it clockwise. To his relief, the door was unlocked. Not bothering to close the door behind him, he ran towards April’s bedroom, unprepared for what he saw playing out before him.

Becky was laying on the bed, clad only in her bikini panties, her body coiled into the fetal position and her eyes opened wide with fear. Supported by a crutch under his left armpit, Herman Brubaker had a handful of Mrs. Brubaker’s hair and was dragging her off the bed.

Bobby rushed into the room, his closed fist high in the air. Swinging it downward, he hit fat Herman on the back of his neck.

Herman Brubaker released his grip on his wife’s hair and crumpled to the floor, dazed and confused, quivering spastically, his mouth opening and closing like a hungry goldfish. Herman’s breaths were shallow and rapid. He looked at Bobby with questioning eyes.

With the lower half of her naked body still on the bed and her head and torso hanging precariously over the side, April Brubaker’s hands clutched at the bedding, trying to get a good grip so she could get back on the bed.

Bobby glanced briefly at Mr. Brubaker and, deciding he was not a serious risk, rushed to April’s aid. He pulled her upright, helped her turn around and then sat down beside her.

Herman Brubaker spoke in hushed tones, his voice creaking and his body trembling in fear. “You bitch!” he said to his wife. He then gave Becky a scathing look. “You and your mother. . .you disgust me.”

Becky was now sitting beside her mother, her and Bobby both hugging her and caressing her. “Where’s your fucking whore, Daddy,” Becky sneered. “Sucking the jailor’s dick behind your back?”

April Brubaker looked her husband in the eye. “Why are you here, anyway? I already told you that you couldn’t come home no more.”

Bobby kept a wary eye on Herman Brubaker as the fat man struggled to a sitting position, ready to hit him again if he made the wrong move.

“I wanted to see if we could kiss and make up,” Herman said, unsuccessfully trying to look remorseful.

April grunted. “Hmmph. You really think I’m gonna swallow that one?”

“Really, honey,” Herman said. “I’ve went that bitch packing. All she wanted was my money.”

April’s lips curled in disgust. “Well, mister big shot lawyer, figure this one out.” She turned to Bobby and kissed him full on the mouth and pulled back just a bit so Herman could see their tongues in action. Despite the gravity of the situation, Bobby’s cock was getting hard. He began to caress April’s breast.

Mrs. Brubaker broke contact with Bobby and turned back to her husband. “Someone else has taken your place. You’d better come up with a whole damned lot of support money, too. We’re gonna be needing every penny of it when we honeymoon in Tahiti.”

All the characters are over the age of eighteen


2: The Mayers

Hey, James Rock here with another ‘Fuck me and my Mom’. I’ve already mentioned how I fucked and filmed the Gilmore Girls, sweet innocent Rory and her wanton slut Mom, Lorelai. Well, as I suspected that was a hit and a half, I uploaded it to the website and the server almost melted. But I’m not a man who can rest on his laurels. Or rather I know once my customers have jacked off a two dozens times to Lorelai’s creamed covered face and Rory licking it clean they want something new.

Which is why Brandi, my camerawoman, and I, are sitting in a car park in a small mid-American town called Fairview as Brandi fiddles with the camera. She’s struggling with getting the focus right and I’m tapping my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, because I’m due to be tapping two fine felines, not fucking around in a car park. And Suze my make-up girl is home alone with them and she’s suffering marital difficulties and will probably either bore them to death or spend so long all the men are bastards speech, that they’ll be burning bras as I arrive or wandering around with a bicycling fish T-shirt. Jeez, the travails of being a porn purveyor, its not all tits and ass – though there’s enough of that to make me suffer through five hours in a car with Suze whining and Brandi swearing at Japanese tech under her breath.

“Got it,” said Brandi triumphantly shoving the lens in my face. I started the engine and put the car in gear. Slowly we edged out of the car park and into the street as I waited for Brandi to say her line. She was so long in speaking I thought she’d forgotten it, but eventually she spoke, “So James, who we seeing today?”

“A damn hot pair of honeys, Susan and Julie Mayer. They’re so fuckable that they’d give a Jelly Marshmallow a fuckin’ hard on” I replied.

I pretended to scrabble around for the letter in my pocket, though for road safety reasons I’d memorised (and the original is back in the office anyway). But I’m an actor and if Suze can claim she always faked her orgasms I’m good enough to fake reading a letter.

“Dear James,” I began, “My Mom Susan Mayer has recently suffered a bit of a dry spell with her getting a divorce from my Dad after he screwed half of Fairview and her next boyfriend turning out to be a drug-dealer cop-killer. So to perk her up could you come round and fuck her? Oh and me. Love and kisses. PS here’s a picture.”

It was the picture that sold me. In my business you get dozens of Moms and daughter’s giving sob-stories about how badly they need cock. If I went for them all by the end of the week I’d be so limp I’d need a splint. So I’d been close to throwing this one in the bin, but then I saw the photo. It was a holiday snap – on the beach. Susan was standing next to her daughter her arm round her as they both stared at the camera. It was even the fact that they were topless that made my pants move, but something in their faces, that alluring slutty sultriness that separate a jack-off and forget from the real humdingers which remain hidden on your hard drive. I knew as soon as I saw the sexy smiles that I was going to have these two. And our morning meeting as we’d gone over the contracts and I’d explained the plot line hadn’t dampened my enthusiasm.

I’d left Suze to get them ready, whilst me and Brandi hit the local burger bar and saw the sights – which took us all of ten minutes. Though that said if I’d known how long it had been going to take for Brandi to get in gear I’d have spent five less minutes admiring the Revolutionary War monument. Just thinking about Susan and Julie was making my prick as hard as lead and it ain’t easy trying not to jump the lights when your mind is wandering to teenie pussy and Milf ass. Brandi flicked the camera down to focus on the large lump in my shorts as she said, “Yeah, I can see those two sluts look like they could do with something up and the word I’m looking for isn’t perking…”

I laughed, a deep manly rumble which I’d been perfecting for a couple of weeks and had been aching to try out on camera, “I’ll be getting something up and once I do so will they… up the ass.”

“They do look like they’d like a bit of anal-loving, they’ve got that ‘fuck my slut butt’ look about them. I’ll bet they’re a right dirty pair,” said Brandi.

“They better be,” I replied, “as they’re going to be covered in my cum…”

I swung the car right into Wisteria Lane. About half way down was the Mayers and I slid my car into the drive. Suze was at the door as Brandi filmed me getting out. My make-up girl gave me the thumbs-up to show they were ready, before closing the door. Brandi followed me as I walked to the door and rang the doorbell. Julie Mayer had been waiting behind it, as instructed, and immediately opened it. She gave a squeal of excitement, as if she hadn’t realised I was going to be there, before turning round and shrieking, “Mom, Mom, you’ll never guess who’s here.”

She sped into the house to find her Mom (hopefully waiting in the lounge or we’d have to reshoot). I followed her, with Brandi behind me, her camera tracking Julie’s movements and to be fair with a tiny pair of shorts and a cropped T-shirt Julie was damned easy on the lens. We walked into the main-room, as Susan Mayer pretended to be surprised at the my sudden appearance. She put her hand to her mouth and gasped, before turning to her daughter, “Is that who I think it is?”

“James Rock,” said Julie, “I wrote as you were feeling low and I hoped he’d come to cheer us up. I honestly didn’t think he’d come…”

I grinned as Susan’s gaze dropped to my bulge. It didn’t need the acting skills of Emma Thompson to show she was impressed, as she licked her lips lustfully, like an lioness sizing up an gazelle. She walked over to stand next to me and moved her hand over my lump, her eyes widening in surprise as she felt its girth and length under my shorts; no longer a lioness, now more a mongoose hypnotised by a Cobra. She stepped back her eyes still fixated on my tent in my shorts, “Julie, you are such a great daughter.”

“She sure is,” I agreed, “Don’t you think she deserves a kiss from her Mom?”

“I do,” agreed Susan. She turned to Julie and slid her arm round the teen’s back, drawing her close. Bending her head down she moved her mouth over her daughter’s. It wasn’t your typical Mommy kiss as they both opened their lips and touched their tongues against each other. They slipped and slithered, slurping sexily as they mouth each other. It was like they were chewing an invisible piece of gum as they opened and closed their lips, passionately embracing. Susan pulled back and ran her hand through Julie’s hair, “Thank you Julie, you always thinking of me.”

“It’s nothing Mom,” simpered Julie, her eyes switched down to my packet and she grinned, “I’ve got an ulterior motive…”

“You want to share him?” asked Susan in mock shock. She put her head to one side, “Well… I guess I shouldn’t be greedy as long as James agrees.”

I don’t call the website ‘Fuck me and my Mom’ for nothing and anyway it says in the contract that I bang them both. So I gave my manly laugh, “I think share and share alike is a motto to live by.”

“That’s a yes then,” said Brandi, breaking the fourth wall.

“Mmmnnn, that’s good,” replied Susan turning to face me whilst still letting her hands slide the flesh of her daughter’s waist between the top of her mini-short and the bottom of her cropped halter top. Julie gave a sexy pout and pushed her body forward so that her tits stood firmly against the material. Susan smiled down at her “Let me help you out of that.”

“Thanks Mom,” said Julie and held up her arms to allow her Mom to pull off the top and throw it to the corner. The teen’s perky bosom sprang free and she turned to the camera so that Brandi could zoom in on them.

“Hey that’s a nice pair,” I laughed, “What does Mom think?”

Susan moved behind Julie and slid her arms round the teen’s front so she could fondle them. She gripped the firm pair in her hands and rubbed the nubs between her forefinger and thumb until the nipple was hard. The teen giggled as Susan nuzzled her neck before saying, “I wish I had titties like that…”

“Oh Mom, yours are really fine. They’re much bigger than mine… a real mouthful,” said Julie. She turned and moved her hands round the back to unzip her Mom’s dress. Brandi skittered round to film the unzipping and then back to the front as Julie stepped back to allow her Mom to shake her dress off and show her own tits; they were larger than Julie and more bouncy. Different from Julie’s, but it was like comparing whisky and champagne, both are drinkable.

“They look a mouthful,” I agreed with Julie, “but let’s check.”

I moved into shot and took one of the tits in my mouth. I sucked at the teat, licking at it and pulled it out with my teeth. Susan moaned with a passion as my tongue moved over it. I slowly drew back, “Seems like a mouthful, but Julie you want to give a second opinion?”

The teen minx didn’t need asking twice, diving onto the left tit she latched her mouth onto it and began suckling it like her Mom was still giving out milk. Susan gasped and groaned, her back bucking and stretching as Julie slurped at first her left and then her right bosom. The teen’s tongue tantalised the tits and Susan’s hands slid up and down Julie’s naked back. After a couple of minutes Julie straightened and wiped her mouth of saliva as she turned back to the camera, “They’re a mouthful,” she agreed.

The teen leaned back into her Mom, rubbing her back against the Milf’s large tits. Susan reached down and started to undo Julie’s shorts. The teen giggled as the button popped and her Mom slid her hand beneath them and onto her puss, “That’s good,”

“Let’s get them off properly and see that cute little slit,” I said.

Julie broke away from her Mom and turned her ass towards the camera. Bending over she slowly peeled the shorts down; she hadn’t bothered with underwear. Once the shorts had dropped to her ankles she stepped out of them and slid a hand down to her pussy before turning round to face us again. Her fingers were making an inverted ‘V’ over her slot and pulling it gently apart. A tiny touch of liquid was already forming.

“Now that’s one fuckable twat,” I said, before turning to Susan, “So like Mother like Daughter is it?”

“Of course,” laughed Susan. She hooked her fingers under the elastic of her panties and pulled them off. Her cunt was also cutely fuckable, though unlike the smoothness of her daughters it had a tiny landing strip of fuzz, which added to its splendour. And like Julie the first seepings of girl cum were starting to form.

Mom and daughter moved side by side, their hands dropping to the rub each other’s behinds as Brandi zoomed in and out. I quickly got out of my own clothes, my rock hard prick spring to attention as soon as it was able. The girls tittered to each other as they looked at my twelve incher, I guessed each of them both excited at the prospect and nervous at that much meat impaling them.

I extended my middle digit and walked between them. In unison I slid the finger into the waiting slits. I quickly moved them in and out, hitting the clit and making both Susan and Julie wet. Even as they groaned in excitement my mouth was colliding with Julie. I pushed my tongue against her and pushed it down to the bottom of her mouth. Her lips pushed against mine and she battled to rise her tongue. I flicked out and switched to Susan, making out with her as I had with her daughter. My finger was still hammering home, the damp pussy’s becoming even more lubricated.

I broke from Susan and slid my fingers out. I held them up to their mouths and the Mayers slid their lips round them and sucked it clean of their own juice. I grinned, “Looks like I’ve lubricated you? So Susan you want to lubricate me?”

“Yes,” laughed Susan and flicked her hair back enticingly as she dropped to her knees. Her tongue teased at my erect prick, licking round and down from the tip to my ball sack. The tease didn’t last long though, she quickly opened her mouth and started to swallow me. Her sexy daughter moved round and began to push herself into her Mom’s back, keeping her in position as her hands caressed the larger titties of the Milf. I groaned, Susan was one hell of a good sucker, managing my cock like an expert. She pushed at it with her tongue, guiding it so I was pushing it the soft inside wall of her cheek and making it look like she had a nut in her mouth.

“That’s good,” I groaned and punched my prick forward.

Susan slurped harder, her eyes smiling even if her mouth was clamped into position. Behind her I could hear Julie groaning with excitement. She was still rubbing her body against her Mom’s, but only one hand was massaging her Mom’s front, the other was desperately fingering the teen’s own slit. It was with reluctance I pulled out; if I remained in Susan’s mouth I’d cum like an elephant though it would be a damned short porno… the things we do for our craft.

Susan wiped her mouth and looked up imploringly at me, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

I can’t resist a damsel in distress, so I helped Susan to her feet, “Sure thing baby.”

Our lips locked and our tongues flicked against each other, my rock hard prick pushed into her stomach as my hands wandered down her sides. I moved them to where the top of her thighs and butt-cheeks connected and hefted her up. Susan was a pro, her lips not leaving mine as her feet left the floor and she twisted them round my back. I loosened my grip and let her fall back slightly so that she was angled at forty-five degrees from me. It wasn’t easy sliding my cock into her cunt without hands, but luckily Julie was nearby. The vixen knelt beside her Mom and me and took my member in her hand. Teasingly she stroked it and I groaned at her touch.

“Julie” coaxed her Mom, “put it in me. You’ll be next.”

The teen licked her lips and guided my cock into her Mom’s wet pussy hole. Susan wasn’t virginal tight, but even so it wasn’t easy cramming my large dick into her slot, slick though it was. I pushed and heaved as Susan dragged herself against me, gasping with pleasure as I widened her hole and crushed her clit. I moved my ass back and forth, using it as balance as I rammed into the wanton wet cunt, “Yes, yes, yes, fill me up,” cried Susan.

She leant back, stretching her arms so her fingers were touching the floor. Her bosom bounced like two slabs of jelly as I continued to hammer her. Beside us Julie was still kneeling, one hand gripping her right tittie, the other rubbing at her teenage pussy. She too was groaning in anticipation, “Oh, fuck, fuck, I want that dick, don’t use it all.”

I certainly didn’t want to use it all myself. Luckily for Julie and her Mom that wasn’t likely to happen. Still I pulled out my cock and let Julie give it a lick clean. Her tongue washing away her Mom’s juice as her Mom unhooked herself from me. She moved behind Julie and began to massage her daughter’s shoulders as I fed the teen a little more prick, “You’re a cocksucker, Julie; as good as your Mom.”

Susan grinned at the compliment and I pulled the saliva soaked cock from her daughter’s slutty mouth, “Now let me hit that juicy Mom cunt again.”

I took Susan’s hand and walked over to the couch. I sat down first and facing me Susan lowered her slit onto my cock. It was easier than before, the position meant penetration didn’t mean putting my back out and my cock sped up her juiced up cunt. The Milf gave a groan of satisfaction as my twelve inches filled her hole and hit her G-spot, “Oh yes, fuck me hard.”

We began to rock in unison, I shafted upwards as Susan began to bounce energetically. The springs on the sofa squeaked like a pack of demented mice as the brunette raised herself and hit down, her cum dribbling down my shaft and over my balls. Her titties were jumping and bobbing, rising as she jumped and slapping down as she landed. I held her waist encouraging her to go faster and deeper. She did, as my hands slithered over her sweaty skin, “God yes, that’s it, God yes.”

Beside her sat Julie, the teen had spread her legs and was playing lustily with her slit as she watched her Mom get fucked. Her fingers were hammering in and out of her cunt so quick that they were almost a blur and with each thrust a fine spray of cum spat out on over quim lips, “Uuurrgghh, urrrghhhh,” she moaned as she hit her clit.

The sound of her Mom orgasming made Julie finger herself even more passionately. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened as she made little guttural sounds as she made herself cum. I pulled my cock out from her Mom, as the Milf screamed loudly and pushed her up. Susan tottered a few feet forward as I twisted Julie so she was lying on the sofa and I was poised above her, “Your turn…”

“Yes, good,” gasped the eighteen year old. Her legs spread up and round, to hook round my back as I lowered my member into the tight waiting twat. She was tight, teenage tight, but experienced enough to shift her body up to meet me coming down. The hole was damp from her masturbating and whilst she gasped as my cock pushed at her walls I could move down without much difficulty. Her eyes fluttered and she let out little gasps of excitement, “Fuck me, fuck me hard. I want your big prick to rip me in half.”

I began to do push-ups on her lithe body. My muscular physique hammered down on her, Julie’s hard, firm tits pressing into me as I hit her. Each thrust shot my prick into her warm hole, the walls seeming to grip at my cock like a drowning man and a life-buoy. Julie’s heels hammered at my back as she gasped and shuddered under my assault as she screamed “Yes, yes, fuck my tight pussy. I want big cock…”

It hadn’t taken long for Susan to recover and she slid her thighs under Julie’s head and began to rub her pussy with one hand. She slid the other between my pogoing body and her daughter to rub and play with the teen’s perfect tits. Julie gave another gasp, “Oh fuck,” she screamed and arched her back, “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I stood up and stood erect, my cock was dripping with her cum. But after two pussies it was after something stronger. Luckily Susan knew what I wanted and was prepared to give it me. She stood up and twisted round so her back was facing me (and the camera), before waggling her ass and bending over so that her butt was upraised and her fingers were leaning on the sofa cushions, just next to Julie’s head. The Milf turned her head and provided me with a slut smile, “You want some of this big boy?”

She moved her ass again, so that the butt cheeks swayed from side to side.

“Sure, I could do some ass,” I replied. Julie had recovered enough to slide her body, so that her feet was against the wall and her head was lying over the side of the sofa, with her eye line positioned right beneath her Mom’s pussy. I moved behind Susan gripping her sides and levering my prick into her back hole. It was tight, even tighter than her daughter’s sweet slit, but Julie’s girl-juice helped ease the prick up her Mom’s backdoor. Susan groaned and moved one of her fingers to her pussy. She entered the wet hole as I pushed down her butt and a few drips of juice dripped from it on to Julie’s cute face.

The teen squealed and giggled as her Mom’s cum bounced off her forehead, “Here let me help,” she offered and lifted her head to slide her tongue into her Mom’s cunt.

I started to slam harder, my cock racing up the Milf’s chute and raging over her hidden G-spot like a tropical storm. Susan shuddered and gasped as my cock and her daughter’s tongue jointly savaged her two favourite erogenous zones. Julie was a great a cuntlicker as she was cocksucker, lapping away like she’d been born to it. The two of us were making Susan scream like she was an Opera Star and drop juice like she was an overflowing damn. Harder and harder I hit her, my hands stroking up and down her sides before moving to her front to grip her tits; hard. The brunette squealed louder, “Fuck my ass, tongue my pussy. Slut fuck me.”

Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do. So please, don’t try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to me. If I can’t stop you I can at least make sure you’re doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed.

Previously in Déjà Vu, Part I:

When last we left our heroines, they were fighting for their lives against the impending Martian Zombie Invasion… Err… I mean ensuring that their anal health was properly looked after. (If I made the incorrect choice of narrative, let me know.)

Amanda had come to the realization that she needed to spend more time with her family and Laura had been busying herself with being a very naughty girl. Certainly not the type of role model she should be for her daughters. It’s time for Amanda to set her mother back on the straight and narrow!

Or, more appropriately, the wide and gaping…

Déjà Vu, Part II

It had been a close thing and Amanda knew it. One or two more ” Can mommy’s little girl this” or “Can mommy’s little girl that” and Amanda would be picking out the largest heavy grit punishment plug she could physically take and presenting it to her mother to be brutally buggered with instead of the other way around. She couldn’t help it. The reaction was almost instinctual. And there was a yearning part of her deep down inside that longed to remove the ball gag from her mother’s mouth, fill her own mouth with the red rubber orb and start sifting through the punishment plug collection for something appropriate for an uppity daughter who was presumptuous enough to try and punish her own mother. And she knew Laura would be more than willing to accommodate her request.

But she quieted that desperate inner longing. After all, her mother did deserve to be punished. And while Amanda was sure she could invent some dastardly offense to require such punishment of herself, that would have to wait till later. Perhaps a tag-team punishment session with Cora and Emily? Amanda proposed the idea to herself theoretically. Her tautly stretched anal ring spasmed at the very thought of being pounding by a horrendously sized punishment dildo by her two firm-bodied teenage sisters; taking turns so they didn’t wear out quickly of course; a tag-team like that could last quite a while, after all. Amanda felt her pussy moisten noticeably at the thought, while her sphincter continued to clench up at the excruciating prospect, but both orifices by now knew the decision had already been made. There would be no Wilder rectums fit for play by the end of this night!

But Amanda had to return her attention to the asshole at hand for now. Her own would have to wait its turn.

Finally, the massive head of her mother’s impressive daily dilator slipped free of its fleshy bonds. The juicy pink hole leading up into her mother’s abdomen remained nearly as broad and as deep as the five and a half inch wide, eighteen inch long dilator plug that had just vacated the older woman’s posterior. Such gorgeous sights reminded her yet again why extreme female anal dilation was so common in today’s day and age. It was just too damn hot to be otherwise! To think of all the millennia of tightly closed and unpenetrated rectums the human race had had to endure before it collectively came to that conclusion often baffled her. What a savage species humans were!

Amanda reached past her mother to place the impressive rectal trainer on top of the dresser so that it was out of the way for now. With both hands now free, she slipped her fingers between Laura’s toned ass checks – allowing just the tips to slip inside the worn-out hole – and pulled them as widely apart are she could. The huge ass-chasm that greeted her was indeed awe inspiring. Amanda could swear she could see far enough up her mother’s bum to observe her diaphragm contracting and releasing as the older woman breathed. The sight of her mother’s gaped and ruined anus brought Amanda back to one of her favorite training sessions that she shared with her mother. It was her favorite because it was the first time – certainly not the last – that Todd had joined them. And as obscenely gaped as her mother’s rectum was at this very moment, the sloppy bottomless black hole leading into the deep recesses of her body was nothing compared to the dimensions it had achieved by the end of that training session!

As Amanda released her mother’s desecrated anus – noting that it didn’t even try to fully close after her fingers stopped prying it apart – to rummage through the open drawer for a few more pieces of bondage gear, she allowed her memories to replay that night for the thousandth time.


“Good girl, Amanda! Mommy knows that that’s an awfully big dilator plug for her baby girl’s deprived little bottom, but you took it without too much crying and hardly any begging. Perhaps it’s almost time to step up your maximum capacity to the next size, but we can discuss that during tomorrow night’s training session. Now, no arguing with your mother! Mommy’s backdoor is packed to its maximum capacity just as painfully as yours is. Or did mommy’s little girl forget already? I swear, baby! Mommy herself just got done crying from her sadistic daughter forcing that huge dilator plug up mommy’s poor butt. If mommy didn’t know any better, she would think that her baby girl actually enjoys watching her mother cry and beg for mercy!

“At least I hope she does. Mommy knows she really enjoys watching her pretty daughters beg and grovel. And you were such a good girl for not giving mommy the mercy she was begging for! After all, as much noise as mommy made with her silly protests it all fit in, didn’t it? Right up to the base!

“Now that we’re both stretched to our maximum capacity, let me text that darling boyfriend of yours so he can come in here and help mommy with the next part of tonight’s lesson. As mommy told her beautiful girl before we started, she needs to be punished for scoring a D on her multi-variant calculus test last week. That was naughty of mommy’s little girl to try and hide that test grade from her loving parents. Mommy and daddy love our baby girl and want to make sure she is successful in her career; and college is very expensive. You need to spend more time studying and less time suckling cum out of Todd’s amazing cock. There’ll be plenty of time in the future for him to ram that handsome penis of his down your throat. If he’s really that horny, tell him to come by the house more often and he can use Mary all he wants. That’s what good sisters do for each other; they make sure that their boyfriends never have to be deprived of willing holes to fuck.

“Oh, hello Todd. I’m glad you could join us. We were just discussing your needs and…

“Well yes. Of course mommy meant her own wet fuck holes are available to you whenever you want. You’re mommy’s oldest daughter’s boyfriend after all, and that makes you practically family! We were…


“Patience, Todd. You can play with Mommy’s pussy later. Well, maybe just a little bit longer…


“Okay! That’s enough for now, Todd… We need to…


“Oh! My! Mommy’s pussy is so wet…

“Oh! Mommy’s future son-in-law can certainly play will her hot cunt anytime her wants to!

“Of course mommy will lick all the sticky cum off of your fingers. Mommy is the one who dirtied them in the first place. [...]

“Now where was mommy … Oh yes! Now, Todd, if you’re going to date mommy’s naughty little girl seriously, you must know how to punish her appropriately. A woman needs constant reminders on proper behavior which includes frequent punishment. Mommy and her wayward daughter have spent the last hour or so dilating each other to our current maximum capacity for this lesson.

“Why thank you for noticing, Todd. Mommy does have quite a large dilator up her needy bottom. It took years of hard training for her to take such a wide tool. Daddy is always good to mommy and he still keeps buying his loving wife larger and larger dildos for her flexible backside. Perhaps with a lot of work you could get Amanda as open as mommy is! And wouldn’t that be fun!

“Now for tonight, you’re going to practice your technique on mommy first to make sure you know what you’re doing. Then mommy and Amanda will switch places and you can show mommy what you learned.

“Now before we begin, we need to restrain mommy securely. Normally, mommy would never dream of interfering with anyone as they play with mommy’s loose asshole, but some of the punishment dildos we’ll be demonstrating on mommy tonight are quite painful. Sometimes mommy can’t help herself and tries to either pull away or block access to her naughty hole. This sort of behavior is unacceptable, and mommy would deserve more severe punishment for such bad manners, so to prevent it we won’t give mommy the option.

“The first thing we need is the arm binder on the dresser. See how mommy puts her arms behind her back and her elbows touch easily? Mommy spends a lot of time in her arm binders playing with daddy. Lace the binder all the way up; tightly. Pull a little tighter. No, Mommy’s shoulders can’t touch but they can come close. There you go.

“Of course you can play with mommy’s tits when you’re done. It’s not like mommy can stop you! Just be sure to be rough; this is supposed to be punishment for mommy. Uuuunngh! That feels nice. Be sure to hurt mommy’s nipples too; mommy loves it when her nipples are played with roughly. Aaaaaagh! Oh yes! Mommy’s pussy is getting wetter!

“Amanda, go get Todd a nice set of nipple clamps for mommy’s tits. The alligator clamp ones with the strong springs.

“Now, Todd. While not necessary for proper anal punishment, some women love to have their nipples clamped while they’re punished. Mommy is one of those women. Mommy’s oldest daughter isn’t (yet); but hopefully she’ll learn.

“Aaaaaahhh! God, that’s good. Now the other one…


“Fuck! That smarts! Thank you, Todd.

“Okay, now that mommy’s arms are out of the way, lay mommy back on the bed and push her legs up and back as far they will go. Use the straps attached to the top of the arm binder to buckle mommy’s legs in that position. Ooompff… Mommy’s legs can come back just a little farther. Oooooooompff! There you go! Daddy always likes it when mommy’s ankles are right next to her head like this. Make sure the clasps are secure. Good job, Todd. With mommy restrained like this, both of mommy’s bottom holes are held wide open and defenseless; the way a woman’s holes should always be for her family!

“Next, unbuckle mommy’s dildo strap and pull out the dilator plug locked up mommy’s stretched out asshole. See how smooth it is? This is because it’s designed to stretch a woman’s backside; not punish it.

“Why thank you, Todd. Daddy has always loved the way mommy gapes open disgustingly when she’s dilated to her maximum size too. You two have so much in common! No wonder you get along so well!

“Now go over to mommy’s dresser and open the second drawer from the top on the right. These are mommy’s medium grit punishment plugs. Select the one that is the same size as the plug you just took out of mommy’s ass. Now notice how this plug is covered in small pointy triangles? This will hurt mommy a lot when you fuck her with it in a few minutes. These triangles will grab and pull at mommy’s poor anus and tear at her sore rectal walls, although this plug is designed to inflict pain on a naughty asshole without actually damaging it.

“But don’t let the moans and gasps of pain you’re about to hear fool you. Most women cum very hard when we’re punished anally; don’t let any of us tell you otherwise. Least of all mommy’s precious daughter. She cums harder than mommy does!

“Now line it up with mommy’s gaping butt hole and start forcing it in. UUUUNNGGHH! God, that hurts! UUUUNNGGHH! Make it go in all the way, Todd. UUUUUUUNNNGGHH!!

“Good boy, Todd. Most punishment plugs have a small neck at the base to let a woman’s asshole close in around when it’s fully inserted. Mommy just felt her sphincter close around it so now we’re about ready to begin mommy’s punishment.

“But before we start, go back over to the dresser and grab that ball gag mommy laid out earlier. Mommy doesn’t want her cries to hurt her future son in-law ears while he’s punishing mommy’s sloppy ass. You’ll have to press hard to get the rubber to seat behind mommy’s teeth.

“Oh! One more thing before we begin. A proper punishment should last at least fifteen minutes, but can go on for as long as is appropriate for the offense. Now since mommy hasn’t really been naughty lately, and daddy wants to punish mommy later tonight for letting her baby girl get such a bad math grade, we’ll just stick with the basics for this evening.

“Now a proper punishment fuck should be hard and fast. Pull the plug out about half way or so before slamming back into mommy’s ass. Don’t be gentle; this is supposed to be a punishment. Just find a rhythm that’s comfortable for you.

“Amanda, be a good girl and fluff your boyfriend while he punishes mommy’s butt.

“Now go ahead and plug up mommy’s slutty mouth and punish her naughty ass. Mommy talks too mu…









“Thank… thank you, Todd. That was very ob-observant of you to realize that mommy… that mommy was still cumming very hard after only fifteen minutes. Mommy thinks you did the right thing to fuck her sore bottom with the punishment plug for another ten minutes or so. Mommy will be very sore before daddy’s punishment session tonight even begins.

“No! Of course daddy won’t go easy on mommy tonight. Why should he? It’s not his fault mommy’s ass has already been punished! Really, Todd. Pay better attention.

“Now that the punishment is finished, it’s always important to show that you still love mommy even though you had to punish her. So lock the punishment plug deep up mommy’s ass and buckle it in securely to hold it in place.


“Yes. Like that. Now fuck mommy’s hot pussy with that amazing cock that Amanda’s been feeding down her throat for the past half hour. Mommy needs to cum some more.



“Fuck mommy!


“Fuck! You really do love mommy!

“Yes! YES! Mommy’s cumming again! Oh, Todd! Oh, Todd! Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!


“That was a very nice fuck, Todd. And a very good practice. Now untie mommy so that you can punish her naughty daughter. Let mommy’s legs down slowly. Give mommy a minute to get feeling back in her arms and legs.

“Now mommy just needs to unplug herself and… Todd! Mommy doesn’t need a padlock on her dildo belt. Mommy is done being punished for now and she needs to take her plug out to supervise you in how to properly punish mommy’s baby girl!

“No, Todd. Mommy wasn’t telling you what mommy’s asshole needs. Mommy was just…

“No! Mommy is not trying to get out of her punishment. Mommy just thought…

“Please, Todd. Please don’t tell daddy that mommy was being difficult! Mommy was only…

“Yes. Mommy thinks that wearing the next size up punishment dildo is a proper reprimand for mommy not remembering her place.

“Yes, Todd. Mommy agrees that it’s not mommy’s position to give orders when she has a punishment plug in her back hole and cum dripping out of her front hole.

“My, my, Todd! You’re very strict! You’ll make some lucky woman an amazing husband someday. Hopefully, mommy’s little girl will continue to make you happy and it will be her. Mommy would hate to miss out on being punished by you again!

“Amanda, can you fetch the next size plug for mommy? And some more lube? The new plug won’t go in mommy very easily…


Of course, despite the compromise of Laura letting Amanda and Todd force the terribly large punishment dildo up her tortured butt hole, Todd had told Dave that she’d been difficult during the punishment anyway. Since he wasn’t actually lying, Laura had nothing to say to her angry husband in her own defense. But seeing as the dildo that was now ravaging Laura’s rectal track was the equal of any she had ever had up her ass previously, Dave thought that she had learned her lesson well enough and so only punish fucked her for another half hour that night with that very same toy. Further, Laura’s over stretched nether hole was not finally unlocked from the massive spiked dong until the next morning.

Laura had had to call in sick that day as she couldn’t stand up properly. Thankfully, Laura’s boss, Beverly, knew exactly what ‘Rectal Fever’ was from her own personal experience and Laura was told to take as long as she needed to recover. Actually, that specific reason was a checkbox on PTO request forms at nearly all companies these days, as it’s one of the most common reasons for missed work for female employees. Whoever said bureaucracy wasn’t adaptable?

As would be expected, that horrendous phallus had then become Laura’s official maximum capacity as far as Dave was concerned. So she spent the next night with it firmly locked up her tortured backside.

And the next.

And the next.

Laura did eventually get used to it; she always did. Although it was quite a while before Laura’s maximum capacity plug was increased yet again.

And again.

And again.

This was the way of things in today’s modern society. Laura had happily spent almost her entire adult life with Dave that way, just as Amanda was equally happy with her ever-expanding maximum capacity as a result of Todd’s loving care of her anal wellbeing. Every properly raised woman should be so lucky. Thankfully, most were.

That night’s training session had been one of the greatest evenings in Amanda’s young life. She and Todd still liked to watch the video of that night when they had a quiet evening at home together, laying oppositely on their own king sized mattress in their equally spacious master bedroom; Amanda playfully allowing Todd’s dick to tickle the depths of her throat while Todd lazily worked his forearm in and out of Amanda’s accommodating nether hole.

And the lessons Todd had learned that night had been put to excellent use over the years. He normally found a good excuse for conducting long punishment sessions on his loving wife at least two or three times a month. And every time Amanda felt those horrible punishment plugs violate her bottom yet again, she always thought of her mother and that special night. After all, Todd and Amanda’s own extra large sets of heavy grit punishment plugs had been a wedding present from Dave and Laura.

Her parents had actually gifted the monogrammed set to Amanda and Todd the night before the wedding, during Amanda’s final training session as an unmarried daughter; incidentally, that night is also among her favorite memories, but that’s a story for another time. The next day, Laura – being the hopeless romantic that she was – had insisted that Amanda wear one of the larger ones under her wedding dress throughout the ceremony. Of course, what started as simply ‘throughout the ceremony’ ended up lasting through the reception as well. Towards the end of the night, Amanda had tried her hardest to stay off her feet as much as she could since her rubbed raw rectal membranes caused considerable pain to simply stand; let alone to walk or dance. She’d tried to blame her condition on too much champagne, but she was pretty sure her mother saw through her clever ruse. Laura insisted that a happy bride should never be a stick-in-the-mud at her own wedding and sent bride’s maid after bride’s maid to keep Amanda on the dance floor well into the night. It was only later that Amanda found out that all her bride’s maids had had matching punishment dildos locked on under their dresses as an unofficial wedding party dress code. She should have expected as much though. Most of her bride’s maids were her sisters and cousins, after all.


But those were fond memories for far less serious times. Amanda had a punishment to administer to her misbehaving mother. She brought her wandering mind fully into the present yet again.

While Amanda had been daydreaming, she had absentmindedly helped her mother into the arm binder, which was usually – and conveniently – stored in the same drawer as her most painful set of ass rebuking weapons. Laura accepted the additional bondage without complaint; not that she could have complained very much with the large red ball gag locking her lips into a delightfully circular ‘O’ around its circumference.

Securing the final straps of the arm binding sleeve so that her mother’s forearms and elbows touched, and her shoulders were wrenched backwards and together as much as the bone structure allowed for, Amanda turned the helpless older woman around slowly to admire the added affect that it had on the shape of her mother’s already constrained body. The tightly laced purple corset Laura wore extended from her pelvic bone to just under her massive breasts. The inflexible garment crushed her midsection appealingly, giving her a spectacular hour glass shape that swelled over her shapely hips and down her stocking-encased legs. Traveling upwards, Amanda couldn’t help but salivate at the sight of her mother’s naked 34FF breasts being pulled high on her chest by the restrictive arm binder; their lightly tanned color deeply contrasted by the purple leather undergarment that ended just below the base of each mouth watering orb. Topping each beautiful breast was a still angry dark red nipple, crushed by the force of the strong clamps Laura had placed there herself before being discovered by her eldest daughter. Laura’s huge tits moved in time with her constricted breathing and constantly rocked up and down; side to side; here and there. The effect was mesmerizing. Amanda could have spent the evening playing with those delightfully sensitive melons had she not had better things to do this night.

Past that heaving bosom was the gagged mouth and the lovely face of the supreme matriarch of Amanda’s world. A face which showed equal parts of frustration at the orgasm her daughter had denied her, embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising situation, and apprehension at the amount of pain she would soon be enduring at the hands of that same young woman. It was a perfect look for her mother. Amanda wished she had her smart phone at hand to take a picture as Todd would love this! Oh well, she thought, I’ll just take a still from the video the room’s many hidden cameras that were undoubtedly recording everything they did right now.

Amanda rummaged around inside the drawer again for a strap-on harness with a universal magnetic attachment that would fit to her own corset. Just as all corsets made for decades had plug straps and buckles to hold anal violators in place, they also incorporated universal attachment points for dildo harnesses; that just made things so much easier. Retrieving what she was looking for and placing it aside for the moment, Amanda decided to get herself ready for the coming festivities. Unzipping her business skirt down the back, she leaned over to allow it to slip off her own stocking covered legs. Like her mother, those stockings were held up by straps extending from the base of her corset. Nothing framed a woman’s ass quite like a corset on top, garters down the sides, and stockings at the bottom! The affect could make even a smallish ass look amazing. What it did to women like herself, her mother, and her sisters, who already had largish, athletic butts and hips, was something poets wrote epic sagas about; at least they would if they could find the wherewithal to write and not ogle and drool all over themselves. Hell! If Helen of Troy’s tits could launch a thousand ships, God only knows how large of an armada a Wilder woman’s ass could launch! The scene, though, if ever captured on camera, would be undeniably epic, as would the victory orgy that would follow; which would undoubtedly be held in true Greek style.

After she folded the expensive skirt and placed it on the dresser next to her mother’s massive and discarded plug, Amanda reached up and began unbuttoning the front of her blouse. With a few quick tugs, the short garment came loose from where it’d been tucked into the top of her corset; her blouse had been specifically designed to be worn – and taken off – with quarter cup corsets. Now that Amanda’s huge breasts were free at last, her perpetually hard nipples tasted the cool air-conditioning of the bedroom and hardened still further. After she folded her small blouse and placed it on top of her skirt, Amanda spared a few seconds to firmly pinch and roll her erect nipples between thumb and index finger. Her mother wasn’t the only woman who liked rough nipple play, after all; although Amanda preferred ‘rough play’ as opposed to the ‘extreme punishment and pain’ which Laura unabashedly enjoyed.

Amanda knew she was a stunning sight; not as stunning as her slightly heavier endowed and tightly restrained mother, but stunning none the less. Black, thigh-high stockings held up with garters attached to her midnight black boned quarter-cup corset; cups that didn’t even come close to covering her sensitive nubs. Her 36DD breasts held high and deliciously on display by that same corset; hard nipples aching to be played with. Deep auburn tresses touching her bare shoulders and, of course, a rectum fully packed with an abundant amount of latex, as was only proper for a young woman.

Reluctantly pulling her hands away from her pointy nipples, Amanda reached behind herself and ran her fingers along the base of the only slightly less massive rectal dilator she had been impaled on under her tailored business suite since early that morning. After a moment or two of caressing the reassuring mass of butt annihilating latex, she moved her hands up and began unbuckling her own dildo strap. Unlike her mother, her daily dilator was not locked inside her body with a small padlock; not today at least. She’d spent the entire day prepping the Anal By Design’s product booth for the annual Women’s Health and Wellness Expo. While her company had hired half a dozen young and bubbly booth girls for eye candy, as well as to model and demonstrate her company’s various wares to the convention’s patrons, it always happened that at peak times all the girls would be busy and Amanda herself would have to demonstrate certain items of interest to prospective customers. Because of the requirement to have her rear orifice available and ready for action at any time, a padlock would have just gotten in the way. Business was business, after all. And even though the Expo didn’t actually start until tomorrow, Amanda was already in full entrepreneur mode.

That being said, under normal circumstances, Todd always insisted that a strong lock secure Amanda’s daily rectal plugs deeply in place. He usually kept the key with him all day; for her safety of course.

The younger woman sighed with relief and then closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation of the five inch wide dilator plug slipping smoothly past her over stretched sphincter. Amanda took her time and relished in the passage of the huge toy past her perpetually slack anal sphincter. She simply let gravity do its job and extract the latex violator for her. Seventeen incredibly thick inches later, a soft sucking sound announced her rear hole was now empty and ready for more action. She bit her lip and pouted slightly towards her mother at the unaccustomed feeling of her empty backside. Todd – bless his loving soul – never allowed it to stay that way for very long. If ever Amanda found her ass empty, she could always console herself that it wouldn’t stay that way. Life was good with small certainties like that.

If given the choice, Amanda would have left the huge five inch wide plug exactly where it had been, but she knew from intimate personal experience that it was a lot easier to breathe without an extra long and over wide slab of latex pressing into the bottom of her lungs from the insides. She’d noticed that her mother had been breathing a lot easier since the extraction of the gigantic anal plug from her compressed guts. If Amanda was going to be exerting herself in her mother’s coming punishment fuck as much as she was anticipating, she’d need the extra lung capacity badly. And just like every other trick she knew, that little scrap of strategy had originally come from her mother during one of her early training sessions. The woman was a fountain of useful knowledge.

However, Amanda knew she shouldn’t allow her well trained backside to go un-dilated for any extended period of time. Todd wouldn’t be happy with her if she allowed herself to regress in her anal dilation like her mother apparently had; not even a fraction of an inch. A proper woman’s asshole should constantly progress down a path of steadily increasing dilation; not decreasing.

Amanda placed her glistening dilator plug next to Laura’s on top of the dresser. Moving downwards, she opened another drawer of her mother’s extensive toy collection to look for the familiar collection of stub-plugs. These short devices were designed to plug and stretch the female asshole and the immediate rectal passage behind them; perhaps six inches or so of total depth. They were designed with smooth surfaces and no neck for a straining sphincter to rest on – perfect for maintaining a proper stretch without impeding movement or breathing. Obviously, because of the lack of any significant depth, these types of toys were only used occasionally.

This one will do nicely, Amanda thought to herself as she selected a comfortable five and a quarter inch wide stubby. While larger than today’s daily plug, she didn’t have to be on her feet all day with it in, so any increased discomfort caused by the upsized plug would be manageable. Honestly, she could probably go with a five and three eights or maybe even her current maximum capacity with a five and a half inch wide stub plug, but she didn’t want to strain herself this early in the evening. Besides, unlike her more experienced mother, something that large would restrict her mobility. Certainly, if she had nothing else to do tonight, and were just planning on spending a quiet evening at home with her husband, a larger plug would have been appropriate. Of course, if Todd were here, he would have insisted that the larger plug would have been more appropriate regardless of the situation. But he wasn’t here so she could slack off just a little bit. She was making sure her gape was maintained after all; surely that was enough. Wasn’t it?

She made a mental note to bring that issue up with Todd when next she saw him, but even now she knew the correct answer. She was certain that it would lead to a punishment session and use of their own heavy grit punishment plugs. Amanda liked doing her part to keep their marriage healthy. What better way to keep a marriage healthy than for a loving wife to provide her caring husband ample opportunities to show his commitment to her own anal health?

Amanda knew the consequences of her decision even as she pumped a few squirts of lubricant onto the wide toy and spread it around with her fingers to cover the entire surface. She turned her hips and brought the five and a quarter inch plug back to her waiting and still slightly lubed hole. She only had to bite her lip a little as her back orifice was stretched wider than it had grown accustomed to all day. Expert fingers quickly had the dildo strap back in place on either side of her bald pussy, through the loop at the base of the stub-plug, and re-buckled tightly into place. Amanda momentarily considered locking the stubby in place, but rejected the thought as it would only impede extraction later on in the evening. She wiped her hands clean on a convenient towel on top of the dresser and then turned to regard her patient mother once again.

With the short and very wide plug up her bottom, Amanda addressed her wayward matriarch. “You know, mother, when you invited me over tonight, I was expecting to be spending the entire evening in your current position. Certainly not the other way around! Or perhaps you and I playing with Cora and Emily’s nubile hiney holes. I certainly never expected that I’d have to be punishing my – oh so perfect – mother!” Amanda said crossly. “Now I have to make do with a stub-plug while you get the fun punishment plug. Life isn’t fair sometimes, you know that?”

“Ah soo e a e..”

“Shh, mother. You can make it up to me later. At least you’d better! Now why don’t you go lay back on the bed while I finish getting ready,” Amanda commanded as she picked up the preselected harness and locked it in place. She watched her mother walk over to the bed; eyes fixed on the floppy folds of pink rectal meat peeking out from between the older woman’s firm ass cheeks. Laura turned around, sat down and lay back obediently onto her painfully bound arms. Her feet and legs came back and apart to be a mere foot or so away from her shoulders. It was almost like she’d done this before, Amanda thought.

Amanda reluctantly tore her eyes from the reclining form of her beautiful and exquisitely positioned mother to retrieve the punishment plug Laura had picked out. The massive reprimand tool was an amazing five and three quarter inches in diameter and twenty inches in length. Impressive by itself, but totally unimpressive considering it was for the woman who had trained five daughters in proper anal etiquette. Amanda was surprised that her mother had selected something so small when she had explicitly told her mother to select one the size of her maximum capacity. Five and three quarter inches used to be her mother’s maximum capacity when Amanda was twenty and still undergoing her own strenuous anal training. She knew that her mother had achieved a maximum dilation of at least another half an inch or so by the time Amanda had been married off to Todd and moved away from home; and she also knew from various phone conversations with her mother and father in the intervening years that Dave had continued to expand her mother’s anal horizons after she’d left. If her mother was telling the truth that this was indeed her maximum capacity, Laura had lost almost a decade of hard won rectal stretching!

Of course her mother could simply be lying to avoid an excruciatingly painful chastisement to her already sore ass, but why would she ever do such a thing? As Amanda pumped lubricant onto the massive phallus and worked her fingers down the imposing girth of the coarsely textured punishment dildo, she couldn’t think of a single reason why a properly raised woman ever would. She dismissed the ludicrous thought as quickly as it had come to her. Lying about your maximum capacity? Such a silly concept!

The prospect that her mother really had relapsed was as heartbreaking to Amanda as it was appalling. Regressing that much would be devastating to any proper woman’s anal wellbeing. Compound that with losing your loving and sadistic husband and the effect on her mother’s mental health must be severe to say the least. Amanda couldn’t imagine losing half an inch worth of diameter from her own hard trained and gaping nether hole. Thankfully, Todd would never allow that to happen.

But what if Todd weren’t here anymore? She heard herself ask.

Nonsense! She chastised herself. Stop thinking that way. You and Todd will grow old and senile together; the way two people in love are supposed to go through life.

As Amanda attached the heavy grit punishment plug to her dildo harness and turned the intimidating phallus towards her waiting mother, iron resolve filled her soul. It was up to her to ensure her mother was looked after. The eldest child in any family must take up the slack of leadership of that family when the parents were no longer capable. While she had no desire to usurp her mother’s position as matriarch of the Wilder women, she would take up that mantle – however temporarily – until her mother was ready to reassert that role of responsibility.

Squaring her shoulders, Amanda walked boldly towards her parent’s large bed and her waiting mother; twenty inches of thick anal destroying latex preceding her as she went.


Laura saw the unwavering resolve in her daughter’s eyes as the younger woman approached her with that horrible dildo protruding from her pelvis and gulped in resignation as to her impending fate. This was going to be a fucking that her neglected backside had not experienced the likes of since the last time she’d been punished severely by her late husband, Dave. Despite herself, there was a deeply hidden part of her that knew not only that she needed this, but that she was going to enjoy it as well.

The truth hurt!

But so did heinously large punishment dildos!

“Here, let me help you, mother,” her daughter said as she pushed Laura’s legs back that last foot or so and buckled her ankles to the straps on the top of the arm binder. Laura could only grunt in strain as her legs were forced backwards farther than they had gone in quite a while. Although she knew her muscles would quickly remember the familiar position and adjust appropriately. Amanda helpfully grabbed her mother’s painfully clamped nipples and used the powerful little devices to pull Laura’s tits out from underneath her calves. With her legs tightly buckled to her shoulders the way they were, Laura’s legs now pressed into the sides of her massive breasts. Laura had seen enough pictures of herself in this position to know how enticing she looked; and how much that encouraged still rougher treatment from her punishers. Dave had always said her breasts never looked as delicious as they did when they were being pressed together by her bound legs.

In only a matter of seconds, Laura’s heels were securely bound mere inches from her ears leaving her gaping and horny holes unprotected and available to whatever her eldest daughter deemed appropriate to force into her. And what her daughter deemed appropriate was twenty inches long and five and three quarter inches in diameter and covered in a sandpaper like grit designed to inflict maximum pain to a woman’s sensitive internal rectal tissues, without actually causing any real damage. All Laura could do was whimper pathetically as her eldest daughter lined the horrible tool of anal destruction up with her gaping and defenseless nether hole; her whines of protest fell on deaf ears as the head of the massive tool came to rest on the outer portion of her pre-dilated muscle ring. Gazing up into the eyes of her would-be tormentor, Laura saw nothing but stoic determination mixed with equal parts of horniness and sadistic glee.

Tears of pride joined the tears of fear and frustration running down the forty-six year old mother of five’s face. Laura had always taught her daughters not to show mercy when punishing a naughty girl’s bottom; no matter who that bottom belonged to. She was overjoyed that Amanda had learned her lessons as well as she had, and had actually remembered her training after all these years. After all, not so long ago, Laura had been a great mother and an exceptional teacher. Tonight’s punishment was to reminder her of what she once had been and of what she needed to aspire to be yet again. She still had two more daughters that still needed their mother’s firm hand and instruction in the ways of proper behavior.

“Now, mother,” Amanda said as she pressed her hips firmly yet slowly forward and forced the first few inches of the massive fuck stick to sink into her mother’s resisting anus, “I want you to cum from this as much as I know you can. Daddy always taught us that nothing should make a proper woman cum as much as firm punishment from a loved one.”

“Ah uv oo aiee,” was all Laura could utter in response past the large red ball gag that prevented her from forming coherent words. Laura wished she could say the words she wanted to say: ‘I love you, baby’. But a ball gag was designed to suppress cries for mercy so that the sadist wasn’t distracted from his or her duty by random cries from weepy and pathetic masochists. Silencing words of loving encouragement was an unavoidable consequence of the need to ensure the top’s audible comfort and unbroken concentration. Laura was certain that her daughter understood the gist of what she was trying to utter, as a grin spread across her lovely face. All the while, the punishment dildo continued unceasingly into her sore bottom by at least another three inches.

“Uuuuuu…” was all Laura managed to vocalize as the impressive latex schlong persisted in its inward trek. She could feel its girth scraping along the sides of her protesting sphincter as it went. Despite the horrible pain growing between her restrained and widely spread buttocks, Laura felt her pussy spasm at the subtly familiar, and long forgotten, sensations emanating from the punishment plug’s slow passage up her defenseless colonic tract. This was something she’d grown well accustomed to under Dave’s tender care, but had forgotten after his passing. Memories of her lost, but certainly not forgotten, love flooded her heart as the latex monster filled her bottom.

The massive faux-dick was barely buried halfway up her previously well trained bottom before Laura had her first mini, pain-induced, orgasm. Laura bucked her severely restrained form and rode the small orgasm out as best she could. The movements weren’t much, but they didn’t escape the notice of Amanda.


“Wow, mother!” Amanda exclaimed as her mother heaved in obvious orgasm. “I’m barely even halfway in!” she commented. “Does you poor, neglected bottom crave so much attention that it cums with barely ten inches of punishment plug inside?” she asked as she buried four fingers up her mother’s wet and spasming cunt. Rotating the half buried hand inside a few times to ensure it was thoroughly covered in slick woman juice, she extracted the wet digits along with half the buried latex dildo. The reversed direction of the massive plug caused Laura’s anal ring to pull outwards an inch or so past her firm buttocks, then Amanda used her mother’s slick juices to coat and lubricate the plug’s thickness before resuming her inwards journey.

The increased lubrication helped its passage now, but would cause greater friction later as it evaporated. Punishment fucks were always best when some of the lubricant came from the punishee for that very same reason. That was the reason why a woman should always be placed on her back for penitence sessions. As the fucking drags on, and the orgasms inevitably hit one after another, the spasming pussy above inevitably fills up and starts dribbling slick girl juice down towards the anus. This steady flow of juice keeps the rectal violator thoroughly lubricated with fast drying cum. Of course, it also washes away the more persistent synthetic lubricant in the process; but that’s a positive effect, not a negative one.

Amanda grabbed a hold of her mother’s hips with both hands to steady herself and focused on the inward movement of the gigantic latex bitch tamer. Her mother’s anal ring was completely hidden from sight due to being dragged inwards by the steady progress of the thick dildo. Every few inches or so, she would reverse the direction of her hips to allow the reprimand toy to come out an inch or so before reversing the direction yet again and continuing its forward movement. This was necessary due to the unexpected tightness of Laura’s insufficiently abused back hole. During such reverses in direction, her mother’s angry red sphincter would again be pulled far outward as the plug’s heavy grit and the muscular ring’s own tightness worked together. Amanda had always loved the look of a woman’s anus as it was being pulled away from her body by the extraction of obscenely large objects. She’d always insisted Todd take good pictures of her own asshole as things came out of it during their lovemaking and punishment sessions: those types of pictures made good images for their company’s website and sales brochures, after all.

Amanda’s see-saw motion had the five and three quarter inch ass destroyer about three quarters of the way buried inside of her softly crying and flinching mother. The going wasn’t easy. It was obvious to the twenty-eight year old daughter that her mother was not used to such harsh treatment anymore. That would be changing from now on. Amanda would see to it personally.

“Awe… Poor mommy,” Amanda cooed, “Does mommy’s tight bum need a few more inches of latex?” she asked cutely. Laura’s only response was a minor side-to-side shake of her head and tear filled pleading eyes. “I thought so,” Amanda concluded incorrectly as she bucked her hips forward forcing a further inch and a half of the incredibly thick toy up her mother’s protesting bottom. Laura only gasped past her ball gag and meekly accepted the excruciating penetration of her pert backside.

If not for her mother’s tightly laced corset, the punishment dildo’s impressive width would be clearly visible beneath the older woman’s toned abdominal muscles by now. Of course, that was exactly why corsets were so common these days. Seeing women walking down the street with obvious bulges in their stomachs from the oversized plugs they wore would be scandalous to say the least! Amanda briefly considered stopping to unlace her mother from her heavily boned undergarment so she could enjoy the sight of Laura’s stomach being deformed and rearranged by the fucking that would be soon coming, but discarded the idea. The compression from corsets made better use of the punishment plug’s sandpaper like grit. Basically, the difference was akin to running a file across your open palm as opposed to closing your grip around the same file and trying to slide it back and forth. The grit was just so much more effective with a corset compacted abdomen.

“We’re almost done with the hard part, mommy,” Amanda told her mother when only a few inches of thick butt stretching rubber remained outside of Laura’s severely restrained body. Those last few inches wouldn’t remain un-inserted for long. Amanda pulled back to allow an inch of massive dong to grind slowly out past her mother’s taunt sphincter before slamming forward with all her strength. That was all it took for twenty full inches of preposterously thick black latex to be buried inside her mother’s tight rectum. Laura’s weak cries of anguish were slightly muted as the huge bum busting toy forcefully rearranged her internal passages and interfered with her lungs ability to fill themselves with air.

Amanda knew from personal experience that no matter how often it happened, that first sensation of decreased lung performance due to a deeply inserted anal dildo was disconcerting to say the least. The first few times she experienced it she’d almost panicked. She most likely would have if not for her mother’s reassuring words and gentle caresses to get her to calm down; while her mother’s other hand continued to work the handle of the deeply impaled butt toy of course.

“Shhhh now, mommy,” Amanda said reassuringly. “I imagine it’s been awhile since you’ve had something so deep, but your body remembers how to take it. Just give it a few minutes.”

Amanda bumped her hips forward every few seconds to acclimate her mother to the inhuman penetration. The dildo was already fully inserted so it hardly moved. She just wanted to get her mother used to breathing with it in; she’d need the oxygen soon enough. After a minute or so, the frightened animal look left her mother’s eyes to be replaced by resigned compliance to the painful stretching; both width and depth. That was the sign Amanda was waiting for.

“Good for you, mommy! Now let’s get this show on the road. Shall we?”

“Unngh! Ait!”

Ignoring whatever mumbles of encouragement – or more likely pathetic protest – her mother had attempted to make, Amanda drew her hips backwards and steadily extracted the thick tool from her mother’s straining butt. Like an over tight vice, the unwilling hole didn’t give up the massive shaft easily. Amanda had to pull back firmly to dislodge the huge dildo from the darkest depths of her mother’s beautiful ass. With considerable effort, she withdrew a full seventeen or eighteen inches of glistening latex into view below her mother’s dripping pussy before reversing its direction and burying the full twenty inches back into the blown out cavity. It took the younger woman even more effort to reseat the giant fuck stick up her mother’s unyielding butt than it did to remove it.

Laura tried to scream around the ball bag filling her mouth, but the restraint did its job perfectly and Amanda hardly even noticed her mother’s desperate plight as she began her second outward stroke. Her attention was focused on the hot action taking place below Laura’s drenched cunt, not on the silly, incoherent mumbling coming from her mother’s gagged mouth. As Amanda peered downwards between her swaying tits, she fixated on the sight of her mother’s ruined anus being pulled out past her buttocks as the massive dildo ground its way outwards, only to disappear once again on the inwards stroke. Bottoming out once again, Amanda hardly paused at all before the painfully textured five and three quarter inch wide punishment plug was again on its way out past Laura’s soundly defeated sphincter.

On a positive note, by the start of the young woman’s third outward stroke, the pulverized anal opening between her mother’s widely spread butt cheeks was offering considerably less resistance than it did on the first. Amanda estimated that that horrible girl breaker strapped to her corset would be sliding easily in and out of Laura’s ruined bottom in another half dozen or so powerful strokes. At least that was approximately how many repetitions it took her own ass to fully open up to accept similar dildos during her own frequent punishment sessions, and considering how close her and her mother’s ravenous appetites for anal abuse were, that should be a fairly accurate assumption.


It was all Laura could do to keep her sanity intact as her daughter fell into a brutally fast paced punishment fuck of her overstuffed rear hole. The sensations emanating from her brutalized ass ring were almost indescribable. The fact that Laura knew her eldest daughter understood exactly what her mother was experiencing brought no comfort to the forty-six year old Wilder matron. After all, for most of Amanda’s adult life, Laura was the one who had personally ensured her lovely daughter’s ever expanding anal orifice was horribly punished for every possible infraction; exactly like a good mother should!

Laura could feel every divot and peak of the sandpaper like texture of the massive faux-dick sawing in and out of her most intimate opening. She wanted to scream and flail about, but both avenues of release were denied to her by her strict bondage. And it was a good thing too, Laura assured herself; t would be horrible of her to behave that way in front of her daughter. What little physical feedback to the assault her restrained form was managing still shamed her deeply. A mature woman of proper upbringing should never react that way to a simple – yet well deserved – punishment fuck with something as insignificant as a five and three quarter inch thick dildo. Yet, despite her knowledge that she was behaving like a spoiled eighteen year old, Laura did nothing to try and stop herself from crying out in pain and moving around unnecessarily in a vain attempt to avoid the inescapable latex prick that was plowing her rectum so deeply that it physically took her breath away. Not from the intense pain, but literally from the head of the massive ass breaker slamming into the bottom of her corset-compressed lungs. Laura’s ability to breath was actually interrupted every time her daughter bottomed out in her violated rectum.

But despite the intense suffering coming from her tortured butt, the passionate rectal rampage was having the desired effect. The pain was beginning to melt into something manageable and Laura could feel the warmth of her first pain-induced anal orgasm building from deep within her heaving body. Each time her eldest daughter bottomed out in her destroyed back hole, the younger woman’s corset would slam into Laura’s widely stretched and sopping pussy. The repeated impacts to her throbbing clit were combining with the now pleasure/pain mix of sensations coming out of her distended asshole to mind-altering effect. Laura’s eyes began to roll back in her head as her first punishment orgasm drew nearer and nearer.

With barely two dozen full strokes of the twenty inch long monster complete, Laura Marie Wilder – forty-six year old mother of five insatiable anal sluts, sister to three other insatiable anal sluts, and daughter to yet another insatiable anal slut – cried out yet again. But this cry wasn’t a cry of pain or plea for mercy. It was a cry of lust-filled, soul-deep, whore-grade orgasm. The kind of deep anal orgasm that only true wanton butt sluts experience when they are in the O-zone during a proper wallering out.

Laura’s first orgasm lasted for almost three dozen more brutal strokes of the stupendous dong as it pounded the depths of the now quivering woman.

Her second orgasm was fast on the heels of her first and lasted almost as long.

The five and three quarter inch latex fuck stick continued to batter away at Laura’s now useless rear hole as her twenty-eight year old daughter threw her weight into the fucking again and again and again. The pleasure/pain now overpowered the real pain in the way only dedicated masochists can fully comprehend.

By Laura’s fourth orgasm, she could no longer distinguish between when her last one stopped and her next one started; not that she was of a mind to actually try to make the distinction. Laura’s entire universe now consisted of only two things: Her painfully over-stretched hind end and the gloriously large latex demon that was giving it so much pleasure. She actually felt every muscle in her body begin to relax as the near continuous orgasms took over her entire consciousness. The last thing Laura truly remembered seeing before she drowned in the deep oceanic abyss of never-ending anal orgasm was her daughter’s madly bouncing tits and the smile of pure satisfaction on the younger woman’s face.


Finally! Amanda thought as she sensed her mother go slack at last. The older woman simply laid there and accepted the vicious pistoning of the huge punishment plug into her now sloppy wet and totally dilated asshole. Low guttural moans and the full body tremors consistent with uninterrupted, marrow-deep orgasms was all Laura could do as Amanda continued her demanding rhythm. A spike of pure envy ran up Amanda’s spine yet again at the thought of her mother’s mindlessly orgasming state.

That was how she’d hoped to be spending the evening, damn it!

No longer needing to balance herself with her hands on Laura’s hips – as the enormous anal destroyer was now freely sawing in and out of her mother’s unresistant backside – Amanda brought her hands up to her bouncing mammaries to lavish more rough attention to her neglected nipples. As she firmly rolled the tender nubs around with her strong fingers, Amanda looked down to fully take in the nuclear hot spectacle. What she saw between her pinched nipples and bouncing 36DD breasts was her hot MILF of a mother; tightly bound and laying on her arms. She was bent in half at the corset restricted waist with her legs firmly buckled next to her ears. Her massive 34FF melons – pressed firmly together by her restrained calves while simultaneously pulled high on her chest by her restrained arms – rippled in cadence with the vigorous impacts of the coarse five and three quarter inch wide, twenty inch long rectal demolisher. Laura’s long red hair spilled out around her beautiful, yet mindless, face as she grunted in powerful orgasms past the large red ball gag that spread her full lips into a wide ‘O’; and finally her distended anal sphincter being practically ripped out from between her shapely ass cheeks with each outward pull, only to disappear again as the colossal dildo reversed direction.

God! Amanda cursed yet again as she wished she had her camera on her for the twelfth time. Her mother deserved to see how stunning she looks when she’s like this! Although, the Wilder family photo album was already chalked full of images of her mother – and all five of her daughters – in very similar positions while in the throng of mindless orgasms, so her mother probably already knew.

Amanda just took it all in as she concentrated on maintaining her rigorous pace; despite her back starting to tire. She was used to being on the receiving end of punishment fuckings like this; not the providing end. She had no daughters of her own and it had been years since she’d routinely played with her sisters and mother on a nightly basis; she was simply out of practice. Well, if I’m going to be staying here for a while, Amanda concluded, I’ll be back in shape in no time!

And so the anal violation of Laura Wilder continued.


The energetic butt reaming didn’t stop until Amanda was so out of breath that she just couldn’t physically continue. She simply collapsed on top of her still orgasming mother to try and steady her labored breath. Although her hips continued to slide the, now considerably dryer, punishment dildo lazily in and out of her mother’s devastated asshole. The two or three inch long motion was just enough to keep her mother’s orgasms from letting up but still allowed Amanda to rest and regain her composure.

It’s a good thing I took out my normal daily plug, Amanda thought. There’s no way I could have gone this long with something so long locked inside my bottom!

Finally, Amanda stood and withdrew the stained and mostly dry dildo. With a loud pop, the humongous MILF buster exited her mother’s yawning anus for the first time in over half an hour. Laura’s copious secretion of cunt juice during her uninterrupted orgasms had washed off nearly all the original lubricant before starting to dry up in turn. The end result was an angry red cavern of raw and tenderized flesh between two toned ass cheeks that led far up into Laura’s body. The wide chasm managed to close itself to merely five and a half inches or so across before finally giving up and maintaining a steady gape. Amanda bent down to peer inside her mother’s guts. She could see the farthest reaches of the deep cave relaxing and expanding in time with her mother’s arduous breathing. At least Laura could breathe easier now without that troublesome dildo slamming into the base of her lungs every second or so. Although, the tightly laced corset still restricted Laura’s breathing to some degree.

Taking a moment to stretch, Amanda attempted to work the kinks out of her sore back and legs. She breathed deeply – noting that her own breathing was still slightly impeded due to her own tightly laced corset – before returning to her mother’s dresser and detaching the well used punishment dildo from her undergarment’s magnetic clasps. As the thick toy was removed, air hit her directly on her now uncovered, and very moist, slit for the first time in half an hour; Amanda was reminded, yet again, how horny she was. Putting that thought on hold for a minute, she began rooting through the drawers of her mother’s expansive toy collection before she found what she was looking for: A smooth five and seven eights inch, twenty inch long dilator plug. Retrieving her mother’s bottle of Anal Soothing Formula 24 and the padlock to her dildo strap, Amanda turned and re-approached her mother.

Thanks Pepere, my editor. He took a raw and grammatically messed 80 or so written pages and made a story of them. An achievement by itself.

Thanks again.



It is a beautiful autumn day and I’m seated on a bench in the park surrounding Boston’s Northeastern University, where I teach Italian Literature 102. My name, or the name I used in documents when I was a child and came to the States, was Maria del Lujan Nolan Petrucci. ‘Maria del Lujan’ because I was born in Argentina and it’s the name of the Blessed Virgin, patroness of Argentina, and is a common name there; ‘Nolan’ because, at that moment, it was my father’s ‘official’ surname, and Petrucci because it’s my mother’s family name. My father changed and Americanized my name at the American embassy before we, him and I, left Argentina forever, and I came to the States as Marie Nolan Dellacasa. My real name is Maria del Lujan Foster Petrucci, because Foster and Petrucci are my real family surnames.

My father was an employee at the American Embassy in Buenos Aires; he had told his family that he was a ‘Cultural Attaché’ working in the consulate. He was, in fact, a man with the ‘Agency’ who had tight ties with the high echelons of the military Junta, if you get my drift. He was 28 years old, tall, muscular, had blond hair, and brilliant, warm, dark blue eyes. He was an American boy who was the wet dream of many young and not so young girls and women.

My mother was a young heiress of a deeply Catholic southern Italian family living in Argentina at that time, and was being educated in a strict Catholic nun’s college –Solamente para señoritas – only for young and affluent ladies. She was fifteen and had that soft, dark, rich Italian style skin, raven black hair, and beautiful green eyes. She was a beauty; any time, any place.

My life’s story starts on a late August day, when my father was acting as chauffeur for the American ambassador and was sent to the nun’s college to pick up the ambassador’s daughter at the end of the school day and found nobody had gone to get the ambassador’s daughter’s best friend. My father, at the urging of the ambassador’s daughter, picked that beautiful girl up, and after delivering his precious charge to the embassy, took the girl to her home and into her Italian parents’ loving arms.

Something strange happened that day, and as I don’t believe in love at first sight, I would say it was ‘lust at first sight’, at least when it came to my father’s feelings for who would be my mother. My father offered to go to the nun’s college every evening, and pick up the ambassador’s daughter and her little Italian friend as a favor to the Ambassador, from that day on.

1)On my way to heaven

My paternal grandfather’s name was Mario Petrucci, not Dellacasa; he was born on December 25, 1922, and went from Italy to Argentina at the end of World War II when he was 24 years old. His wife, my grandmother, Lucia Petrucci, nee Russo, whose family also went to Argentina with the Petruccis, was born on April 29, 1932. They were married on August 10, 1967, and had a daughter, my mother, who was named Sofia, exactly nine months later.

My grandfather didn’t have a college education, barely finished first grade, but that didn’t stop him from building one of the largest and most profitable construction companies in Buenos Aires. He had learned his trade from an uncle in Italy, starting when he was a strapping lad of thirteen, and he would toil each summer, carrying totes of bricks up ladders or scaffolding to the men who were toiling to build the exterior walls of a building or other types of architectural masonry walls or walkways.

He knew everything about masonry by the time he was eighteen years old. His father was proud of him for learning what he needed to pass each grade in school, but was proudest of his abilities as a mason and budding businessman until the war wrecked his world and his dreams.

In Argentina, he grew stronger and smarter, both at business and at work as the years passed, and as was normal at that time, brought those who would be his trusted men; not only his brothers, but also a handful of cousins and other relatives, a very veritable clan, from Italy.

He was ‘Il Patrone’, the head of the family from then on, and as was the custom in the old country, his orders were law and the women of the family and their honor were sacred; nobody but nobody, could be disrespectful to them, otherwise the irreverent could and would confront sawed-off shotguns in a vengeful vendetta.

He was 47 years old when he got married to grandma, and she, at 37 years of age, still had time to be able to safely get pregnant. He had worked hard in the construction business before starting and building his own company, which had then thrived, making him a very prosperous and accepted rich man.

My father committed one of what this tight-knit family considered was the worst of sins; that of disgracing a woman of the family. Little Sofia – la bambina – was suddenly sick one morning. She was fifteen and everybody thought the reason for it was something she had eaten, but when the ‘morning sickness’ and retching continued for a week they called the family doctor when the old country remedies didn’t work. Because of severe cases, those were who aware of the problem usually prescribed, and he ordered a pregnancy test, to her parents’ incredulous and horrified eyes.

Sofia was forced to stay in her room until the results of the medical tests were known with certainty. The medical report was conclusive; Sofia was pregnant. The house suddenly seemed doomed. The family and household were astounded, and the questions many; how, when, and most importantly, who?

Don Mario didn’t want to know anything about being in love, about sentiments, or any other bullshit; he only wanted blood, the blood of ‘El figlio de una grandisima putana’ (the S.O.B) who had violated and gotten his little girl pregnant, and out of wedlock. The Spanish Inquisition would have had a privileged member in Dona Lucia, Sofia’s mother, and my grandmother. With persistent threats or affection, Dona Lucia did wear out Sofia’s will, and my poor young mother told her the name of her paramour.

Once the family knew who had dishonored their little girl, the men met in council to agree on a proposed punishment, and above all, to take the necessary action; uncles, cousins, and in-laws proposed several punishments, including death. When they found out that their enemy was an American working at his country’s embassy, they were still determined to ambush and kill him as they would do in the old country.

It was Dona Lucia, my grandmother, who poured cold water on the situation and calmed the bloodthirsty spirits. The Petruccis discussed the problem in the sanctuary of their bedroom that night, and Dona Lucia suggested to her husband that the most important thing was to get the American boy to marry their daughter to repair the family’s dishonor and in that way make sure the still unborn child wouldn’t be a bastard. As usual, the men of the family who were so bloodthirsty a few hours before accepted Dona Lucia’s advice.


The family took the appropriated steps; Don Pettruci called his lawyers’ offices and asked Dr. Tarantelli, the principal partner, to visit his home for a matter of the utmost importance. Dr. Tarantelli was very well connected with the higher echelons of the economic and military powers that be, those of the country’s government, and with many embassies. His influence was well-known.

Nobody knew what was spoken between the two men, both well versed in matters of family honor, and the next days in the Don Pettrucci household were frantic; nobody knew the sequence of events and only later, much later, after several years, in fact, when Don Pettrucci’s granddaughter disappeared from Buenos Aires one tragic Sunday morning, was the family informed about the whole seven year history.

Things seem had happened this way: Dr. Tarantelli went to visit some friends he had in high places in El Ministerio de Relaciones Exteriores, the Argentinean equivalent to the British Foreign Office, or the American Department of State. Once there, he related the delicate case of a powerful friend, whose minor daughter had been impregnated by an American embassy employee, to the officials.

The good doctor explained to his friends at the Chancellery that his Italian clients, being very proud of family honor, wanted it repaired, or if that wasn’t possible, vengeance. Being the first marriage, it was to be a big wedding with all the trappings, cathedral, white dress, sumptuous party, and all the bells and whistles. The second option was maiming or death, no matter how long or whatever it took.

Members of the Argentinean Chancellery went to talk directly to the American Ambassador and make him aware of on the situation, and the danger that his employee was in. They explained the solution the family wanted, and the certainty of punishment if not. To make a long story short, my father, pressed by the agency he worked for, accepted responsibility for the pregnancy and married my young mother; nobody knew that he was starting to think about his own vengeance at that very moment.

The Petrucci family was exultant, everything was as it should and the – bambino – the child wouldn’t be a bastard, the ‘bambino’ meaning me. My father wasn’t happy at all, but he kept his anger on a tight leash and made plans to make the Petruccis pay, and pay dearly they would. Nobody thought of the young pregnant woman, Sofia, and/or of her future and her life.

After the marriage ceremony, with no honeymoon, my father went on a “mission” to Chile, and later from Santiago to Bolivia, leaving his in-laws to take care of everything. He went back to Buenos Aires after a couple years of wandering from country to country on the southern continent for one mission or other, and went to the Petruccis’ to get to know and get acquainted with his one year old daughter; while thinking about revenge and how to carry it out at the same time.

First thing; he never bedded my mother again nor lived near her or any of the Petruccis. Second; he, as a Secret Service employee of the Embassy, had access to the documentation section and could provide himself with a complete set of American documents in my name as an American citizen and that I was entitled by being his legal daughter. The third part of his revenge plan was that he started visiting me, taking me to the park, holidays was to the zoo or some circus. He was very patient, and I was so small, grateful, and delighted being with my ‘papa’ that I never asked questions about where we were going.

My every birthday was unique from then on if he was in Buenos Aires. We usually went to celebrate together after a party at home, where he was always very civil to my mother, and being with Papa was pure bliss for me. This was so until I was six years old. We had a party with my little friends at home on the day of my sixth birthday as usual, and papa took me to go to my usual birthday holiday with him afterwards, but we went to Ezeiza International Airport instead of going to the zoo or a similar place.

I was jubilant at seeing so many planes big and small, and when I asked, he told me that day we were going to a little trip and that I would like where we were going. Everything is a blur in my memory, but I remember Papa dressing in military garb like the other men in the plane. What I didn’t know at the time was that I was leaving everything that had been my entire life up to that day behind.

Next thing I knew we were in an airport again but it was now night-time and I told Papa that I wanted to go home and be with Mama; he told me I was going to be with him and not with Mama for now, and it would be funny, not funny like the zoo, but funny anyway. He said that I was going to meet new people and his sister, my auntie, and I was going to love her very much.

When we left the airport (later I knew it was Andrews Air Force Base near Washington, DC), we got in a car and Papa told me to try to sleep because it was going to be a long trip. I wasn’t afraid as I was with Papa; fear would come later and it was going to mark my psyche and life forever.

It was a long trip from Washington to Fort Dodge, Iowa, where as I later learned, would be my home for the next twelve years. My father rented a car and we started a long, tiring, and to me, depressive trip. It was a twenty four hour trip, as I understood later, designed so as to not leave any trail for the Petrucci hunters who would surely try to follow our trail sooner or later.

Father drove tirelessly the almost one thousand and one hundred miles between Andrews Air Force base and Fort Dodge in Weston County, Iowa, in 22 hours. We stopped only so I could use the restroom to pee, or in small malls and cafeterias to buy food to eat in the car; it seemed as if we were on a mission, he wasn’t Papa anymore, he was a stranger who treated me as if I wasn’t his daughter, only as someone he had picked up on the street. He was cold with me from then on, so much so that in the six years before his death, he only came to Fort Dodge to visit me three times, and phoned me no more than half a dozen times.

As I remember the trip, my first in the States was anything but glamorous. A long strip of cement in the middle of the nowhere by night, and a succession of small towns, farms, and big city skylines during the day, driving on turnpikes and country roads that were so bad sometimes, it was a miracle the car didn’t break. We arrived at long last; early the second night to what would be my new hometown and the house where I would pass the years of my late childhood and early adolescence.

It was almost ten in the evening when we arrived at 1113 South 25th Street, between 11th & 12th Aves, in Fort Dodge. My father honked, announcing our arrival and a middle-aged couple came out from inside the house; she was around thirty five years old, and he looked a little older. I later learned that she was 33, him 37, and they were childless.

Greetings were contained, undemonstrative, without the warmth, people have who don’t see each other very often, regardless of their family relationship.

“Hello, Sis, Jim,” was my father’s curt greeting, and he presented me before either of them could open their mouth. “This is my daughter, Marie” then speaking to me, “Where are your manners, Girl? Greet your Aunt Susan and Uncle Jim; you’ll be living with them from now on.”

I nodded my head, but couldn’t open my mouth; I was six, it was my birthday, and my father’s gift had been to bring me far away from home to live with people I didn’t know. Silent tears started falling down my cheeks, and I wanted to die at that moment.

That was the moment Aunt Susan began to become ‘Mom’ Susan in my mind. She addressed her brother with a stern “How could you?” and taking my hand from her brother’s, she took me in her arms, trying to calm my anguish by holding me tightly against her chest and softly and lovingly kissed my head and cheeks, murmuring “It’s OK, my baby, OK, please don’t cry. I love you, I love you, we love you” at the same time and I suddenly fell asleep in her arms.

Aunt Susan was seated at my bedside when I woke up the next morning, looking at me with a look of deep love, “Good morning, my love; do you want breakfast?”

I was bewildered, the lady was a stranger, the room was strange, the bed wasn’t my bed, and I couldn’t remember where I was. The recent events slowly came to my mind, and I told the lady I wanted to see my mama and papa and asked where they were.

“Your father left last night, leaving you with us to take care of you,” she sadly said.

“But I want to go be with my mama,” and I started to silently cry again.

Last night’s scene repeated itself: I was crying and quietly sobbing, and the lady who is my aunt was taking me in her arms, hugging and trying to comfort me. “No, no, my baby, don’t cry, please don’t cry; we’ll love you with all our hearts”

And that is how it was. They loved me with a passion; I was the child they hadn’t and couldn’t have; we lived in a nice single family home with two bedrooms, and my bedroom very different from the house where my family, the family I was slowly forgetting, lived in Buenos Aires.

The people in that part of the country tend to speak the dialect that linguists call North Central American English; and since my English pronunciation is different, very different, I was the recipient of the jokes and taunts, some of them quite bloody, from the children of the neighborhood first, then at the school for a time.

My new parents tried to protect me from all this, but as one of the teachers told them, it was a phase I must endure in order to integrate with the rest. I now think it was then that my introverted temperament was born. I went to St. Edward Catholic Elementary School, and as I was a solitary person and a loner, books became my escape from the world, and if you added my knowledge of another language to that, I was always considered a rare bird by my peers in elementary school and later in high school.


At eighteen and out of high school, a completely different person from the one that had been taken from Argentina when she was six started on a new path in her life. I went to Iowa State University to get a masters degree in World Languages & Cultures, I substantially changed my physical appearance at the same time. There no longer was a chubby girl or young woman with an Italian doll-like look of the late nineteenth century. I had become a lanky young woman with a slender-looking, classic Roman face, dominated by two jet black eyes.

Some of my father’s genes had appeared with force at some time in my late teens, and among others, one of his features had changed my hair from being an opaque brown mousy look to a brilliant honey golden blond. Exercise had shaped my body, and while my breasts are small in size, maybe a 32B, the rest of me looks like a muscular shapely sculpture.

How could I get to go to University and pay the tuition with my parents being low middle class? The answer to that question is quite simple. A government car stopped in front of my parents’ house when I was twelve, almost thirteen years old, one Saturday morning. Two men who identified themselves as employees of a government agency got out and once inside the house, they asked the family to be present together.

In short, they had to tell us that my father had died in a mission in a foreign country; they didn’t tell us how or where. They merely gave us the condolences of the Government and the Agency, and told us that I had a pension for life coming, and a fund that my father had created for me that I could access when I was twenty-five years old.

They took a bundle of documents from a briefcase that my parents were asked to sign and told us to never contact them again; they would take care of everything. That’s how I went to Iowa State University, and to Italy later, for a two year Masters in Italian Literature.


As to my sexuality, what can I say? I’m a lesbian; being a lesbian actually has nothing to do with either for or against men. It has to do with women: my love, attraction, sexual desire, and affection for other women. I’ve liked women since I could remember, and I’m a particular kind of lesbian; I’m very feminine, and I like very feminine women. I wasn’t driven to lesbianism by a man’s aggression, or deceived by an adult woman as a child; I just think it’s in my genes, somewhere in my DNA.

My lesbianism wasn’t caused by environmental factors, such as upbringing or child molestation, an absent mother, or an overly affectionate father. On the contrary, I have had the most loving family you may wish for since I came to the States and, it’s true that my biological mother was absent – not by her decision – and my father was far from affectionate, so those weren’t the cause of my sexual orientation. I think is it something I was born with, an inherited trait, like skin or hair color.

My dear foster parents were very worried about me not having had any boyfriends during all my high school days. I couldn’t convince them that I was happy as I was; I just wasn’t interested in boys, nor in girls, for that matter either. I would occasionally, but very occasionally, be drawn to the body figure or personality of a mature woman, but nothing I was worried about.

It was in my sophomore year at Iowa State University when, out of curiosity, I asked a psychology professor about my sexuality or lack of it, and my slight inclination to the mature female figure. Her answers began to clear the way to my full realization as a sexual being in my mind. She tested me with several questions, and asked me to answer them saying, “Answering these questions may help you figure out what your sexual orientation is. You may be lesbian, bisexual, or straight.

My best advice to you is to be patient with yourself. Whereas it’s empowering to label yourself, the process of being sure is much more important,” then she added, “Remember whether you are lesbian, straight, or bisexual, you will be the happiest and feel fulfilled if you live a life true to yourself.”

It isn’t easy, but I’m trying to do so.

Back to the questions that she asked me to answer to myself, not to her, I put the answers beside the questions as she told me, and they confirmed what I suspected.

“Are your feelings for women stronger than your feelings for men?” Yes.

“Do you get more excited about the idea of kissing a man or kissing a woman?” Kissing a woman; kissing a man gives me the creeps.

“Who do you see yourself settling down for life with in the future?” In my case, with a woman.

“Are you more physically attracted to men’s or women’s bodies?” Women without a doubt.

“Who do you fantasize about more, men or women?” When I do fantasize, it is usually a woman.

These answers don’t mean that I’m promiscuous, because I’m not; I’m quite shy on the contrary. In fact, I have been in a relationship with only three women for the past seven years of my life, all of them fairly long, and none before I was twenty. The longest was with a mature woman, who being my first lover was my teacher in the art of lesbian lovemaking at the same time.

I wasn’t in love with her, but I was very fond of her and in hindsight, I ended our relationship because she wanted to dominate me, and…I have a little wild streak. I want to be dominant, not much, just a little bit. I can go a really long time without having sex and be perfectly satisfied with that, but she was getting really upset if we didn’t do it. Even though I might not be interested at first, I did eventually get in the mood once she convinced me to do it, but I’m not always in the mood, and I never initiate sex myself.

One other thing about me is that I have learned that to masturbate is a very normal thing, not weird or unhealthful, and when I masturbate, I think about myself as a man having sex with a woman most of the time, and I enjoy this fantasy. I honestly don’t want to be a man, but I enjoy the thought of having a penis and using it to have sex with a woman. That is something I haven’t shared with anyone, least of all with my lovers.

When I went to see the psychology professor with the test and its answers, I asked her if it was normal for a lesbian to fantasize about having a penis to have sex with a woman. She explained to me there was nothing abnormal in that fantasy; in fact she told me something unexpected.

“My clinical opinion is that there’s nothing wrong with your dreams. You say that you have some fantasies; it seems to me that you have some fear or shame around these fantasies, and maybe even sex in general. There is nothing wrong with fantasizing about having a penis. As a matter of fact, my experience shows this is a common fantasy for all women, not just lesbians. In your case, why don’t you give a dildo a try? This might be just the ticket to increasing your libido and getting you out of your shyness.”

Her words opened a new world for me, and the first thing I did when I went to New York City one weekend was just that; I bought myself a dildo and the harness to use it with. That weekend in New York marked a new first in my life; it was one of the few times in my life that I have gone to a club which catered mostly to single women or women couples.

I normally dress elegantly, with sexy and cheerful dresses. They are very feminine, and unless social circumstances require another type, I usually prefer the various shades of pink, pale blue or green apple; I like my blond hair to be straight, slightly curved at the tips, and cut up to my shoulders. So in my hotel room in New York that night, I had impulsively put my harnessed dildo on and I went to that lesbian bar wearing the device under my dress.

It wasn’t more than fifteen minutes after I had taken a stool at the bar, when a very masculine lady took the stool beside mine and tried to make conversation. I was new, I was fresh, and I was the prize, or so several butch-like ladies at a near table seemed to think. After a few minutes of chit-chat, she who was sitting next to me asked me if I wanted to dance. Now, she wasn’t the kind or type of woman I like to mix with, but I thought I’d enjoy myself a little and answered in the affirmative.

She possessively took my arm, and with a wink to the other women in the table, led me to the dance floor. The music playing was soft, very slow, and very romantic, ideal for conquest, love, petting, and rubbing of bodies. She took me in her arms and with the grace of an elephant, pressed me against her muscular body. Surprise; she found herself against something hard instead of a soft pudenda, something not supposed to be there. It was a penis.

Her face was a symphony of confusions, something was wrong and she didn’t understand what was happening; I pushed my crotch against hers before she could say one word, and sweetly asked her,

“Wanna fuck, Baby? I like my woman face down so I can to ream her ass with my dick”

Her skin went a deep red, almost crimson, the veins of her neck became swollen with blood pressure, and the tendons of her neck looked like mooring ropes. She began to stutter, but no words came out her mouth, and before she could react, I slid off the dance floor and said goodbye with a flying kiss and a “Bye, bye, Sweetie Pie.”

That was my first and my last foray in the world of lesbians clubs.


Destiny. Was it destiny? I don’t know, but fate sometimes has a hand in our endeavors. What I know is that The Beatles used to sing about a ‘Hard day’s night’, and that was the night of an especially hard day and week for me. I’m a very reserved woman; I’m a lesbian, not in the closet but I don’t flaunt my sexual preferences either, as they are nobody’s business but my own.

I live off campus; in fact, I live in East Somerville, a couple miles or three from the University where I teach. It’s very convenient because I don’t like promiscuity of any kind. I own a small two bedroom, one story house with a secluded garden and pool at the back of the house, and I maintain a cordial but distant relationship with my colleagues. I go to the parties, but I don’t date or have dalliances with other professors, or students, for that matter.

As I said it had been a very trying week and day, what with a couple of my male students more interested in my body and legs than with Dante’s Inferno and trying to impress me with a very macho attitude, the toned muscles of their bodies, and not with the developed muscles of their brains. So that night, Saturday being the next day, I opened my laptop, looked and entered a sex chat room, which was unusual for me; not the opening of my laptop which is a daily occurrence, but me logging into a chat room.

Being almost midnight, I surfed from site to site; trying to find something…I don’t know what, something or someone interesting enough to talk to while decompressing my mind. The chatters were mostly men looking for an easy lay or to induce women or other men to have mental or any other kind of sex. After an hour or so, close to 1 AM, I made a last attempt before logging out and entered a lesbian chat room. A new member joined the chat after a few minutes, but didn’t talk or intervene in any way.

I was curious; it isn’t uncommon for somebody to enter a chat and leave after a few minutes, but this person was silently there, listening other people, mostly women, talk about love or sex of any kind between women, and her member name suddenly rang a bell in my head; she called herself Argenta68. Argenta is silver in Italian, from there to Argentina the name of my birth country; this woman, if she was a woman, must be from Argentina.

I logged out and went to sleep promising myself, I don’t know why, to log in during the following days and try to find out who she or he is, and if I could have a conversation with whomever it was.

Close to midnight the next day, Saturday, I went directly to the same chat room as the night before. It was one hour later in Argentina and I hoped against all rational hope that the person whose chat name was Argenta68 would login that night. It must be clear that I knew nothing about this person, age, status, genre, or sexual preference, and after a half hour, more or less, Argenta68 appeared in the room as silently as the day before.

It was more of the same; Argenta68 was silent, not talking to anybody, not answering questions, and being only a spectator. I tried several times to get her/his attention, talking directly to Argenta68, but no such luck. I had a silent partner in a one-way conversation. I was busy with work, so I didn’t login for the next week, and fifteen days after the Friday that I had found Argenta68, I logged in again in the hope of making contact and getting an answer. It was becoming an obsession. Argenta68 logged in at around the same hour as before and acted in the same way. This was to be for several weeks; maybe a couple months.

Every time I frantically tried to get their attention by saying:

Dante’sInferno: Argenta68, this is Dante’sInferno, please I’m Argentinian and want talk to you.

Nothing but silence, only the blip, blip of the cursor on the monitor and I wrote again:

Dante’sinferno: Argenta68, Dante’sinferno here; if you’re a woman we could talk in a private chat if you want.

I got an answer at last after two or three minutes! It seemed very timid.

Argenta68: Y…es, I’m a woman in… Argentina.

Dante’sinferno: Hi, Argenta68; I’m in the United States, pleased to meet you.

Argenta68: Hi, same with you….

This small dialogue was followed by an awkward silence; but I thought at the time, ‘What the hell, something is something, she’s come out of her shell at least.

Dante’sinferno: I know this could be a little awkward, this…talking like this, but I’ve tried to contact you for several weeks…

Argenta68: Yes, I know; I was just listening and trying to get the courage to answer you…

Dante’sinferno: But why? I mean you…

Argenta68: Because this is the very first time I enter a chat, I mean this kind of chat, and I was afraid and ashamed.

Dante’sinferno: You don’t have to be; this is a place where you only talk with whom you want, and only talk about what you want to, that’s up to you. And if you don’t want to, don’t talk. There is something bothering me, in a good way of course, and I want to ask you if that’s alright…

Argenta68: Well yes, I’ll answer if I can.

Dante’sinferno: I was wondering by your chat name if you are of Italian descent.

Argenta68: Yes, I am in fact, my parents were from Italy.

We talked in that fashion for another half hour; me trying to not frighten her with many personal questions, giving her time to confide in me, and she answering in a very reserved way, but I could feel she was relenting. She became easier to talk with, and I assumed that if she was in that chat room she was, at least interested in lesbianism, curious, or both. We said our goodbyes and parted as friends and we agreed to meet and talk again the following Friday night.

I don’t know why, but I was elated all week thinking of my next chat with a woman who was a total stranger, and ten thousand miles away, on Friday. Not only was she far away, I most probably wouldn’t ever get the chance to know her personally. I didn’t have the slightest idea of what she looked like, how old or young she is, whether she’s fat or skinny, a blonde or brunette? Not that this was significant; the most important was that she’s a good person. Friday finally arrived.


She was already logged on and waiting for me when I logged in that night. In her own words, she told me that she only felt comfortable talking to me, so I took the initiative.

Dante’sinferno: I was going to propose that we get a private chat room so we might be able to talk more intimately today.

Argenta68: OK, if you say so.

So we did; I got a private chat room so we could freely talk through private messages.

Our conversations the following days were insubstantial; even in the atmosphere of the almost secure private chat room we talked mostly about inanities and as I felt the relationship wasn’t going anywhere I decided to up the ante by trying to get her to be more forward in talking about herself.

Dante’sinferno: Hi, I was thinking that you might be would be more comfortable if we exchanged our E-mail addresses and began communicating more by instant messaging. What do you think?

There was no reply, and only the cursor was titillating in the screen for a long, long time. Then an answer came.

Argenta68: I don’t know, I’m not sure, it would be more personal, and…I don’t know if I’m ready to get personal.

Dante’sinferno: Yes, I know it’s more personal; that’s what I hope our relationship will become. OK, I’ll tell you what; I’ll send you my address, and whether or not you want to do the same is up to you. Here is mine: dantes’inferno@….

Argenta68: OK, thank you.

That was all for that night. The conversation was at a dead end. We said our goodnights and I logged out of the room. We didn’t have any contact for several days, close to two weeks, then when I was certain she wouldn’t contact me anymore, I opened my E-mail one day, and I saw her screen name, Argenta68, pop up about twenty minutes later, indicating that she had just logged on. There it was, she had written to me. I felt a thrill run through me from seeing my friend now online. I was suddenly as nervous as a bride on her wedding day. My heart skipped a beat, and with my own screen name, Dante’sinferno, instantly messaged her.

Dante’sinferno: Hey, Hon, how are you? I missed you. By the way my real name is Marie.

Argenta68: I’m well; I missed you too and my name is Sofia.

Dante’sinferno: Sofia, Sophie, what a beautiful name. I’m fine and very happy to see you.

Argenta68: Me too.

Dante’sinferno: So what have you been up to? What do you say we leave the nicknames behind and use our own?

Argenta68: That’s OK with me; I just got finished taking a nice long bath after a hard day’s work.

Me: You got all nice, clean, and fresh and come to talk to me? LOL

Sophie: LOL, yeah, I did.

Me: Ha, it’s Friday night, and being single, I bet you’re getting ready to hit the town.

Sophie: No, I don’t have anyone to hit town with, as you put it. Besides I’d rather be here talking with you at my age.

Me: Don’t underestimate yourself. You’re not old; you’re barely forty two. You need to find a boyfriend to take you out.

Sophie: Forty three and I don’t need a boyfriend. I’ve had two husbands and that’s enough men for one lifetime. What about you? Why aren’t you going out with a boyfriend?

Me: Because I’m not interested in that. I’m not interested in boys or men. Never was, never will be.

Sophie: You mean you…you’re… are you lesbian? Sorry, I didn’t want to snoop.

Me: That’s alright; you may ask me whatever you want. Yes, I like women. I like older women, in fact. But…are you OK with it? Me being a lesbian, I mean.

Sophie: Yes, I’m alright; everyone loves whoever one wants to.

Me: Are you in love right now?

Sophie: No, but I would like to…

Me: Would you consider trading our life stories with each other?

Sophie: Well, maybe sometime.

That was how we started exchanging our life stories. She told me how she was seduced by an older man when she was barely fifteen, a mother at sixteen, and divorced at twenty two; I told her of my childhood in Midwest America, and of Mom Susan and Pop Jim, I also told her of my high school and university years.

She told me how she had had a second husband imposed by her family, and how she had thrown her useless husband out after several years of fruitless marriage and hidden domestic violence, divorced him, and had taken over the family business.

I told her of my love for classic literature, my years in Italy, and my fondness for the country and its language. She told me her family was of Italian extraction, and that she speaks a little Italian, mostly her family Italian. We exchanged some sentences, hers very rudimentary, and we laughed a lot. I asked her to send me some pictures after a couple months, and said I would do the same so we could know each other better.

She adamantly refused to do so, and when I asked her why, her only answer was that she was very tired and wanted to call it a night. We said our farewells and closed the connection. I was left with a very bitter taste in my mouth.

I know I don’t have the restraint of people my age or more mature, being the only child of a middle-aged couple. Mom and Pop gave me everything before I opened my mouth. Now being twenty seven years old, I still wanted to get things right away. In between many other good things Sophie did for me, she put a restraint to my impatience and childish petulance. I didn’t have the slightest idea how she looked, if she was tall or short, slim or fat, blonde or brunette, with fair or dark skin. It didn’t matter; I wanted to see what she looked like and I was becoming paranoid. The worst thing was that she no longer was available.

It was a time of despair; I was obsessed and I logged in after work at home every single night, then waited and waited for a message from her to no avail.

Then I opened my mail one day and there it was. She had written and sent me two pictures with this in the subject line: “Hope you like them.”

I was frantic and opened the first file with trembling fingers. A strikingly beautiful dark-haired woman looked straight to me from my computer screen. I was speechless; I looked and looked as butterflies began to flutter inside me. I then opened the second archive and a mature woman’s figure appeared in front of me. She was amazingly gorgeous and it was evident it was a professional studio photo, and I could tell it was a very expensive place from looking at the background. She was standing in a classic pose with her hand resting on a marble balustrade from which you could see beautiful gardens.

It seemed to me that she was in her own house, something that she later confirmed, a mansion by all accounts.

Then the screen came alive, and her name with a message appeared; she was with me again.

Sophie: There you are, I hope you like my pictures.

Me: They are beautiful; I mean you’re beautiful.

Sophie: Well, I’m a little old and a bit fat.

Me: No you’re not! I have the pictures you sent in front of me; you’re beautiful! You’re mature not old, beautifully mature.

Sophie: You forgot fat.

Me: You’re not fat; you’re voluptuous. What man in his right mind wouldn’t want to go out with a tall beauty like you?

Sophie: LOL. That’s a polite way of saying ‘fat’, and concerning men, I’m not interested in them anymore.

Me: My God! I’m getting wet right now just thinking about you.

Sophie froze in the middle of typing a response when she read what Marie said. She was shocked. While they had discussed a little about their lives with each other, neither of them had said anything so directly naughty concerning their love lives like that before. Their conversations had always stayed friendly and polite, but what Marie just said indicated their relationship might be going in a new direction. Sophie wasn’t sure how to respond. Should she feel offended? She didn’t; in fact she felt somewhat…aroused.

I wrote more before she could type something:

Me: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so forward. Please don’t be mad.

Sophie: it’s OK, I’m not mad.

Me: Oh my God, good.

Sophie hesitated for a moment, not really believing what she was going to ask, but thought, ‘what could be the harm in it’?

Sophie: Is what you said really true?

Me: Yes.

Sophie: Because of me?

Me: Yes, because of you.

Sophie: What do you mean?

Me: I hope you won’t hate me for saying this, but I have been fantasizing about you for a long while. I’ve gotten excited just talking to you several times, but never mentioned it. I think I’m falling in love with you.

Sophie felt a shiver run through her body. She couldn’t believe she was letting the conversation continue in this direction, but she couldn’t help it.

Sophie: I don’t hate you. In fact, hearing you say that has made my own pussy wet.

It was the truth; her pussy was wet. Sophie had never thought of cybersex as something she would be into or be aroused by it. She hadn’t gone looking for this, but she had to admit, talking with Marie like this over the internet was awakening certain urges in her body faster and stronger than she could have imagined. She was horny. She had been without sex for a long, long time.

Me: Oh, God, Sophie; I wish I could see your wet pussy!

Sophie: What would you do if you saw it?

Sophie wasn’t as shocked in her mind as she pretended to be by Marie’s proposition, or her own out of character response. It was true that she was aroused thinking about another woman’s pussy. It was something germinating in her mind since the afternoon that her friend, Maria de las Mercedes, had confessed her peccadillo with a woman escort over tea.


They were a group who had been friends since their teenaged years in the exclusive ‘solo señoritas, only young ladies’, school days. They had been getting together once a month for almost thirty years since they graduated; most of them married and had children, some of them, not many, in their ‘Upper Class’ society status got divorced, and a few had becomes widows, but they get together once a month come hell, rain, or fire. No matter what, they relived the old school days and ways for the few first years of those gatherings. They forgot husbands, children, house, maids, and a thousand things of their easy daily lives for a few hours.

The topics of conversation, amid shouts and laughter, were mostly about childbirth, house decoration, new fashion trends, and opera galas or other entertainments in those first years. The years of talking about college for the boys or girls and marital difficulties came later, along with fewer shouts and laughter. Then, as the years went by and the ‘empty nest’ syndrome appeared, came the low-voiced conversations on the taboo topic; ‘sex and the married woman’. Most of them had a lot of grievances against husbands whose shining armor had tarnished with time. Some of them had festering heartache caused by husband’s infidelities, and others plain and simple complained about the lack of sex in their lives.

The topic of sex was more and more important in their gatherings, and some of the most adventurous women were openly talking of finding the best way to get some joy outside the marital bed. Not easy when most of them had, one way or other, many eyes watching over them. There were the charities and gatherings of their church, the Catholic Church, in an officially Catholic Country, and foremost, Argentina (as most countries in the world) is a sexist country where an unfaithful woman is the worst of sinners, and if she is of the moneyed society, she becomes an unofficial outcast.

But what if you are seen with another woman? Nothing happens; it’s normal for two ladies to be friends, go shopping to the expensive shops, or go to have tea and pastries in the halls of the Sheraton Hotel or other similarly expensive places, and nobody would be the wiser if the ladies maintained their composure in public.

Most in the crowd of old friends at the meeting that day were not only unhappy, they were seriously unsatisfied, sexually unsatisfied. There was no laughter, the English tea and the pastries were tasteless, and the conversation almost nil. They all heard the clink of a spoon against the edge of a glass seeking attention in the middle of some subdued conversation. They all turned towards the source of the sound and saw their friend Maria de las Mercedes, with a huge smile on her face, begging for their attention.

“Girls, Girls, I have something very important to tell you,” said a smug Maria de las Mercedes.

There suddenly was dead silence; all of them wanted to know what had happened to their friend to make her so cheerful and smiling. “What is it?” they simultaneously asked.

“I have a lover, Girls.”

If the room had dead silence the few minutes before she spoke, you could now hear a pin drop and the faces had a look of incredulity, amazement, and shock. All hell then broke loose; a cacophony of noises seized the place, which now seemed to make it a madhouse instead of a meeting of high society ladies. All of them wanted to know how that had happened and asked one question after another.

“You all know that my husband as an export-import tycoon and he has many contacts with foreign embassy officials, mostly Americans or Europeans, and we entertain them and their wives mostly in business parties.” Marie de las Mercedes was stopped short with new questions.

“Girls, Girls, if you don’t let me continue the story, I won’t be able to give you the juicy details,” and silence was the master once again.

“I was telling you about the parties; well, when the men went to have their drinks, cigars, and to discuss business or sports after dinner at the last one, I took the ladies to the garden, then while the maids served them, I went back inside and heard the men talking. I wasn’t snooping, mind you, but what I heard made me be sure to stay in the shadows. Their conversation wasn’t about business or sports; it was about women, not us wives, but some well-known prostitutes and their proficiency in bed. It must be quite common that they used them because they were comparing notes and exchanging names and phones.”

“So you took a lover in revenge?” asked Mary Sorensen, mother of two, and whose husband was known for his philandering.

“Yes, but quite not what you’re thinking,” said Maria de las Mercedes.

“Alright, alright, what did you do?” several asked in unison.

It was clear to Sophie that her friend Maria de las Mercedes was having fun and enjoying herself with her surprising story, and with good reason as her gaze had the brightness of someone who had been actually royally fucked.

“Well, I heard something very interesting; one of the husbands, I don’t remember which one, so don’t ask, talked about one model’s agency that has some of its models, not all, living a double life; they work in the fashion shows modeling clothes, and work as high-class prostitutes or ‘escorts’ as he put it, for a second source of money.”

The oohs and aahs from the mouths of most of the women, their cups of tea and trays of pastries now forgotten, were full of incredulous amazement; every one of them wanted to know, most of all wanted to know about Maria de las Mercedes’ affair; how, when, where, and most of all, with whom. Do they know him? Is he in our social circle? Are you in love with him? Is he married or single? And a question, an unspoken terrifying question, hung in the air; is he one of our husbands?

Maria de las Mercedes could feel the tension increasing in the air and put an end to their collective anxiety and uncertainty.

“Don’t worry, Girls; you know your husbands are safe from my charms. My lover is a woman.”

The fall of the walls of Jericho to the sound of the Angels’ trumpets caused less commotion than her friend’s words. Lesbianism was something that was practiced by other women, not them. Woman to woman love and sex was sick, dirty, and a heinous sin; it goes against the law of God and the teachings of the Holy Mother church; most of them held their nose as if the odor of sulfur was in the air. Not so Sophie, whose curiosity was in an all-time high. Maria de las Mercedes tried to clear the air with definitive formality.

“That will be all, Ladies. I see that you all are profoundly disturbed, suffice it to say all of you, your husbands, and your families, even mine, are safe from my new and magnificent sexual appetite. If you will now excuse me, I’ll leave you to your tea, pastries, frustrations, and sexual deprivations,” and left the room. Sophie followed suit and called out to her before she left the hotel and got in her car.

“Maria, Maria, wait for me, I want to talk to you.”

Maria waited and Sophie caught up with her.

“You know we are good friends, don’t you, Maria?”

Maria raised an eyebrow and waited for what Sophie had to say.

“I’m very interested in your experience, and I want to know more about it. Can we get together tomorrow and talk about it, at your house, or mine if you prefer. You know that I live alone in that mausoleum, so nobody will interrupt us; tea time tomorrow?”

“I’ll call and let you know, Sophie; I’m furious with that pack of hens right now.”

They parted with a kiss on both cheeks.


Maria de las Mercedes phoned Sophie in the middle of the next morning to confirm her visit in the afternoon. Sophie was a little nervous; she was very interested in her friend’s Sapphic experience, her feelings, if she was repentant, or had religious misgivings. But most of all, she wanted to know how the sex was and how pleasurable it had been.

Maria de las Mercedes arrived at Sophie’s home around three o’clock and after greeting each other, got right to the point.

“OK, my dear, do you want to know all the sordid details? Maria was on the defensive.

“No, my love; you know I want the best for you. We been friends for a long time and I try not to judge others; I just want to know how it happened and if it was a pleasurable experience.”

Reassured by her friend’s words, Maria started to tell of her adventure. “You remember what I said yesterday at our meeting with the other…


“Maria…” Sophie softly interrupted, “That’s not worthy of you, they are our friends.”

“Yeah right; it didn’t seem that they were yesterday. Well, as I was saying yesterday, I heard the men talking and exchanging the names of girls and their phone numbers, and they were awarding performance points as if it were a football game. I was furious and thrilled at the same time, and plans began forming in my mind; you know, hearing those assholes referring about women that way. I despised them, my husband included, and I thought that they deserve the same medicine.”

She paused to drink a sip of tea and delicately nibble on a cookie. Sophia was on tenterhooks, but didn’t want to rush her friend.

“I was alone watching TV late a few nights ago, when I saw a show with an odd scene in it. Two women walked out of a night bar together, talked at the side of a car for a few moments and then started kissing passionately. It stirred something inside me. I had never had fantasies, or even dreams, of being with another woman, but what I heard from the men talking as they were, snapped a switch in my head. I even mentioned it to my therapist and she didn’t even raise an eyebrow”

“And…” Sophie was leaning forward in her chair, the tea forgotten.

“But I started to wonder how I go about it? I mean, my physical appearance isn’t the issue. I’m in good shape for a forty-three year old woman. I keep myself pretty fit, and though my breasts sag a little and there’s the hint of a spread in my backside, I’m still shapely. I know that I’m still attractive because men and women alike have told me so. Then it hit me. I didn’t want to hurt a friend, risk an emotional involvement and then have a fall out or something but I wanted to feel a woman’s body, feel what it’s like to make love to another female. The only choice was distasteful at first, then like the evolution of my emotions, totally reasonable: the models.”

“So since I had enough information about whom to call and where to go, I made contact. That’s a strange world; this is a modeling agency that has booked not less than one hundred, one hundred twenty women, mostly young girls who are in fashion shows and a few well-known starlets from TV shows, who are also very expensive prostitutes for men…”

“How expensive?” asked a very curious and excited Sophia

“Five thousand dollars a night”

“What, how much?” “Five, what?”

“Yes, you heard right; five grand a night. But let me follow with the sequence of my story. As I told you, we all have gone to fashion shows where these girls or women parade, so I went and asked to speak in private with the person the men talk to when they want company, other than that of their wives, of course…”

“You’re crazy, you know,” interrupted an amused Sophie.

“Nope, you’re wrong, I was horny, not crazy, but not anymore,” was the satisfied answer.

“OK, please tell me how it went?”

“Well, the lady in charge of that part of the… transaction was uncomfortable. I had to assure her that I really was a customer and not some police officer. She later confessed that they had some lady clients who also look for women. It wasn’t easy but I went on. She told me most of the girls preferred men as clients, not for any moral reasons, only because men ask for young women and will pay any price. When I asked to know how much the figure was, that was when she told me up to five thousand dollars for a night. I whistled softly and asked what she had for women.”

“I’m astounded you had the courage and could do that,” an excited Sophia told her.

“Well, thank you, old friend. She told me she had a few very experienced middle-aged women, and by middle-aged, she meant twenty eight to thirty five, who had tired of old men and their whims and antics, and preferred going out with women with whom they could even go to dinner with no one being the wiser. Another point was that they were less expensive than the younger ones.”

“How much did she cost you,” asked an eager Sophie?

“Two thousand dollars for the night, the hotel room, and other expenses such as dinner or room service being my treat. But I tell you that it was worth every penny,” Maria de las Mercedes said, stretching out like a satisfied cat.

Maria de las Mercedes took a sip of cold tea before proceeding with her story.

“It was then that she asked me what my tastes were, and when I asked what she meant, she told me…”

“Well, Honey, first of all, is there any type of girl you’re looking for? Specific physical things, race, size, hair color…?” “That was her answer.”

“I let out a little laugh. Just like taking a look at a menu and picking an entrée. I told her that I didn’t know; I mean I’m assuming that they’re all pretty young and attractive…”

“Yes, they all are that, she joined me in the little laugh, and I was much more comfortable now.”

“I just want someone who has umm… experience, who won’t feel uncomfortable with me, you know…”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got just the girl. She’s twenty-nine, pretty good, and I’m sure she’ll like you. Her name is Susana.”

“Well fine, now umm… how much this lady…?”

“How much is she going to cost? There’s a flat fee of three hundred dollars for her to come out, and that’s for an hour and a half with her. That’s just for being with her. Anything other than companionship you have to negotiate with her, but it’s usually two thousand. You’ll discuss your activities and time with her, and if you require more, then you work it out with her.” Maria de las Mercedes said the booking manager told her.

Sophia was squirming as if she were seated on hot coals. She felt her body was blushing and reacting as if she were on fire.

Maria followed with her story, “A shiver went through me, and I was already fascinated by this mystery model/call girl. There would be more than an hour and half; I wasn’t a guy, who wanted to get laid. I wanted an experience; one I could smile about until my dying day.

I paid the flat fee in cash. The woman assured me that Susana would meet me at the place I selected, and that she would call me at home within an hour to an hour and a half to know what I wanted, and so I could tell her where I wanted to meet. I wondered what Susana, probably used to meeting men in hotels, would think of us being there. I selected the Caesar Park Buenos Aires; you know it’s one of the most exclusive and elegant in the city, and when she called, I told her to meet me in the white marble lobby, for drinks and dinner the next day, and we’d decide what to do from there.”

“What excuse did you give your husband?” Sophia asked.

“Oh, I didn’t need an excuse, not that week. He was in Brazil on a business trip and the boys would be with their girlfriends. Please don’t interrupt me again or I’ll lose the thread of the story.”

“OK, I won’t,” said a suitably chastised Sophia.

“So after a luxurious bath the next day, I put a fingertip-sized dab of my favorite musk behind each ear, one in between my breasts, and for the first time, one on my thighs and in my panties. A light dusting of blush on my cheeks, only a tiny bit of eyeliner, and I was done. No lipstick. I don’t wear it often anymore, and didn’t really need it. My lips are thin and naturally pursed in the middle. I turned both ways while looking in the mirror. Not bad for an over-forty broad–

–Feeling the hammering of my jugular veins, I went to the garage got the car and set off for my adventure. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 7:05 PM. She was scheduled to arrive at the hotel around 7:30. I saw a taxi stop before the stairs as the hotel valet took my car keys from my hands. A woman got out of the car, and well, she was beautiful alright.

–Hi, are you… Maria? Her eyes quickly swept me, then met my eyes and stayed there. The woman at the agency hadn’t asked my age, and I was wondering just how surprised Susana was.

–Yes, I smiled, and you are Susana.

–That’s me. Please call me ‘Suzy’. Her smile was bright, charming in fact, and her demeanor caught me off guard. She didn’t fit the bored, professional image my mind had feared in any way.

–She was dressed in a white body hugging tube dress that outlined a nearly perfect body. Her breasts were big, but looked natural, and she was a knockout. She was petite, a couple of inches shorter than me, and reminded me of Meg Ryan in her early years, with the same innocent look. Her hair was light brown with blond highlights flowing over her shoulders in straight, silky strands, out of which peeked a pair of discreet gold earrings. She looked sexy without looking cheap, and I was relieved about that. Her green eyes were calm and focused as she accepted my invitation to go inside.

–We went to the ‘Cheers’ bar. With dim lighting, wooden furniture, and black-leather armchairs, it’s the perfect place for an unobserved rendezvous. We ordered our drinks and she crossed her legs once comfortably seated.

–Well, this is a little different, she said, softly smiling.

–”Not as different as it is for me,” I said, causing her to laugh a little.

–”OK, so let’s get the business out of the way.”

–I nodded.

–”How long do you want me to stay? She pleasantly asked her head tilted to one side. “If you know yet, that is. We can spend the hour and a half you paid for if you like, you can then decide where we go from there, or if I leave. But I need to have an idea of how long our, umm… session might be, and what you’re looking for.”

–”I’ve already thought about that, and I know the answer. I’ll make this easy,” I said, swallowing hard. But it wasn’t easy, not for me. I took a breath, and took the leap. I said “I want you to stay with me until tomorrow morning”, holding her gaze. Her eyebrows lifted when I said this, and glancing away then looking back to her, I said “I want you to be… um… willing to do everything and anything with me.”

–She nodded slowly, “Everything and anything”… she repeated, quickly looking up and down my body.

–”I just want to be able to let loose, take some time, relax, and just do things with you that I’ve only fantasized about. I want you to relax too, not feel like you have to pretend anything… just be yourself, and be open to whatever I want.”

–She looked deep into my eyes, and after a few moments, quietly said, “You got it.” There was a silent moment…So, wanting to get the numbers thing out of the way, she said; “You want me overnight, and want me all the way.” I wanted that part to be settled too.

–It sounded weird when she said it that way, but yes, that’s what I wanted.

–”Yes,” I said.

–She took a long sip of wine. “OK, I’ll need two thousand,” she said. She looked at me almost with a glint of uncertainty, but I didn’t care about the money.

–”Two thousand,” I repeated with a nod, and reached into my leather handbag. I opened a large envelope and counted out twenty-one one-hundred dollar bills and handed them to her. She nodded, impressed, and smiled as she carefully put the money in her purse. “Thank you, I’m all yours now,” she said, laughing gently. “What do you want to do…?”

–”I rented a suite; would you mind if we finish our drinks and went upstairs?”

–”Not in the least; the important thing,” Susana said, “Is you being comfortable, and enjoying this.”

–Her smiling green eyes and the way she said that put me at ease. I took her hand once we left the elevator. It felt good in mine; soft and small, and the way she gave mine a little squeeze, oh my. Our shoulders brushed as we walked along the corridor to the suite.

– I had a burning desire to kiss Susana, and find out what a woman’s lips felt like on mine, by the time we got near the door. I took both her hands in mine at the door. She looked at me and smiled. I’m sure it was a look that she had probably driven a thousand men bonkers with, but right now, it was for me, it was real, and it felt deeply erotic to be here in a hotel with a woman who was, for a little while anyway, all mine.

–We slid into the room and our first embrace was warm, silky, and fragrant. It had all the characteristics of hugging a close friend or a sister until the kiss came; then it was delicious, sensual, and almost instantly went from a hesitant taste to a full, unabated deep kiss. We devoured each other’s mouth, our tongues stabbing, probing, with her body warmly pressed against mine. I felt a host of new sensations sparkle inside me.

–We kissed there against the closed door for at least a full two minutes, exchanging soft moans into each other’s mouth. Was she acting, I wondered. I looked into her eyes when we pulled apart, and she deserved an academy award if she was acting. Susana truly seemed to be enjoying herself and I told myself to stop worrying about that. So what if she was acting, I told myself? Just enjoy the experience.

–She unbuttoned my shirt, and slid it off my arms. As she did, she gently asked me; “You’ve never been with another woman, right, Maria?”

–”No, never,” I answered.

–”You have thought about it… haven’t you?”

–I nodded. “Sometimes, but very rarely in this way”

–She took a moment to softly caress my breasts. She could tell that I wanted to take this slowly, so she slid her hands down to my waist, knelt, and untied my skirt.

–She then rolled my panties down my legs, and I felt a naughty thrill at being naked with a beautiful younger woman, fully dressed for now, disrobing me as she slid them off.

–”It’s my turn,” I told her, eager to get her out of her clothes, and she smiled softly as I relieved her of her snug fitting dress, heels, and thong panties. I took a moment to look up and admire the length of her body as I dropped her panties on top of the pile of our clothes. ‘What a body’, I sighed deeply. ‘Oh, to be twenty-nine again! Stop it, Maria,’ I joked darkly with myself. ‘How about making it to eighty-two instead’?

–I slowly pushed her to the sumptuous bed; she fell down and leaned back, her hands at her sides. I looked down at her and she knew what I wanted, so she pulled both feet off the floor and planted them on the bed’s edge. Her closely trimmed, beautiful pussy was open in front of me.

–I leaned, positioned myself close to her, licked one breast and then hungrily took it in my mouth. She closed her eyes and hummed her approval. I slid my arms around her waist, and sucked her breasts like a newborn child, tasting her soft, sunny-smelling skin. It was wonderful and I could feel my own nipples gently pressing against her body. I slowly moved my mouth down, sampling her taut, young tummy.

–I brought my head up, smiled up at her, and kissed the inside of her knee that was bent next to me. I could feel her squirm when I gently raked my nails along the outside of her thighs, and moved my mouth down, swabbing the inside of her leg with my wet tongue. Then she softly moaned as my cheek brushed her vulva, a moan that made me shiver with desire.

–I turned my head to the left, and there was her pussy, the soft tiny hairs now brushed my lips and nose. I took both my thumbs, placed them on her labia, and gently pulled outward, spreading her. Being so close to her was entrancing, now seeing that part of a woman’s body that had been only a reflection of mine in the mirror for the last forty-three years, at tongue’s length.

–I looked up into that angelic face just before I licked her. I was flush with excitement as her sex’s bare flesh met my tongue. Her taste was intoxicating! I had tasted my own juices when I masturbated before, sucking my slickened fingers as I wondered if another woman would taste like this. Her taste was similar, but all her own, and I wanted more.

–I saw her tummy heaving out of the corner of my eye as I continued licking, I pressed my face in, feeling her juices anoint me, and feverishly licked her, concentrating on her clit as much as I could. Her hand was on my head, and she was sweetly moaning. I ate her for at least another fifteen minutes, until she came. It was real to me. I made her cum.

–My own womanhood was a sticky swamp of desire. I wanted her hand for some reason, though. I knew that I had all night with her, and I could have her mouth on me whenever I wanted. I wanted to feel her fingers inside me now, and I wanted to see her face at the same time.

– From above, Susana asked if I was sure that I’d never been with a woman before. I told her that it was a compliment that she thought I had, then scrambling up and sitting on the bed next to her, I said I wanted to feel her in me, asking her to please put her fingers in me. She nodded, turned, propped herself up on one elbow, and her other hand slid between my thighs. Two fingers then nestled on my very wet opening in a probing way, and it yielded to her gentle push to let the fingers slip in.

–I moaned as I watched her finger fuck me like that for a couple of minutes, then I spread my legs wider and urged her to put two more fingers inside me. It was divine; this woman’s four slender fingers formed a knobby, pliant cock in me, and I writhed at the sensations that race along my vaginal walls and spread to the rest of my body.

–She then looked at me, and in a naughty voice, asked if I wanted the whole thing. Panting, unsure if I understood what she meant, I asked her. Her answer almost made me go crazy. “Let me give you my whole fist… my whole hand.”

–The thought of it sent a bolt of delicious excitement through me, and I answered for her to give me anything and everything she wanted.

– Susana inserted the tip of her four fingers into my labia, caressed and opened my vulva, then she made a fist, and gently twisting and pushing worked it inside me. I arched my backside and the stretching of my vagina was very painful at first, but it then gave way and an overwhelming pleasure invaded my brain. With a comforting hand on my tummy, she slowly burrowed the spearhead she had made deeper in me, her wrist disappearing in my pussy as I looked down in wonder.

– I ohgoded and raggedly gasped as she worked the fist back a little, then sank it in deeper to the middle of her slim forearm. I squealed loudly as she gripped my breast with one hand and drove her phallic arm deeper still, almost to her elbow. Her gleaming eyes were fixed on me, her mouth open with concentration as she pulled back, then drilled back in, pulled and entered, plowing my depths like I’ve never experienced before. I looked at her through lust glazed eyes, my mind whirling and fantasizing in that moment that she was a desperate beautiful intruder in my home, and that I was unable to stop her from raping me in my own bedroom. The thought drove me over the top as her pretty little arm speared me yet again and again, a soft squishy sound coming from my center as she took me. My climax rattled me to the core, and my entire body came alive with a long, ecstatic shockwave.

–I shrieked, holding onto her shoulders as she mercilessly fucked me with that fisted forearm until I finally collapsed, tugging at her arm for her to unplug her silky weapon from me.

–She slowly withdrew her arm, now coated with my nectar, and I watched her in joyful wonder. I pulled her to me and held her close; she rocked me, my face against her neck for the longest time, the incredible, seismic sensations of the fist-fucking slowly ebbing in her embrace.”

Silence then came. Sophie opened her eyes to see Maria de las Mercedes’ eyes closed in a catatonic state, remembering her experience, her left hand caressing her right breast, and her right hand closed as a fist, forcefully pushing into her groin over her dress; then Sophie became conscious of her own state of disarray; she was fingering her own pussy and mauling the tips of her breasts as she writhed in an incredible orgasm.

The two friends looked at each other in astonished silence before either could say a word.

Sophie was the first to talk, and with a trembling voice, asked her friend: “Are you going to do it again, or was it a once in a lifetime experience?”

“Yes and no. Yes, I’m going to do it again, and no, it wasn’t a once in a lifetime experience,” answered a shaken Maria de las Mercedes.

“Will it be with her again?” asked a curious and surprised Sophie

“Yes, I have never felt so loved, and she wants to be with me again, no strings attached for now; later we’ll see.”

It was late in the evening and Sophie asked her friend if she wanted to go out to dinner.


Maria de las Mercedes’ first experience with woman love was later recounted to me by Sophie and in her own words said that it was the feather that tipped the scale in our own relationship. Sophie now felt free to follow her own sexual yearnings and to throw her religious and social ties to the wind and pursue her own personal happiness so much so, that she, as you will know in a few more lines, sought to meet me as soon as possible.

Our relationship soared; Sophie asked me to get Skype on my laptop so we could talk and see each other by video conference. I agreed and we continued our cyber relationship for the next couple of months.

Our inhibitions were now diminishing so swiftly that we usually engaged in cybersex talk on weekend nights when I didn’t have to worry about getting up early the next morning for work. Sophie, now that November was ending and Christmas was nearer, also felt comforted that she wouldn’t have to be alone on those nights as we could talk and see each other. Sophie told me she felt some guilt over what she was doing when we talked via Skype, while a part of her kept telling herself that a forty-three year old woman shouldn’t be doing these things with a person she hasn’t actually even met. But that part of her mind was overshadowed by the sexuality that had been aroused in her by her friend Maria’s liaison. It felt good to be doing this; she was feeling good in a way she had never expected to feel, and she didn’t want to lose that feeling. In fact, she now wanted more.

Sophie was indulging in her newly discovered sexual appetite and felt safe about the way she was doing it for the most part. She felt she could talk to me about anything as if I were the daughter she had had who been snatched from her. I talked to her about everything at the same time; my family, Mom Susan and Pop Jim there in Fort Dodge, my ambition to become a permanent professor at University, and my need to find a stabilizing life partner. We considered and explored erotic desires at other times that Sophie would have never thought about doing in real life, like caressing a woman’s body. It was something she had never done before, but as I now enjoyed the idea so much, she enjoyed playing along and describing how she would touch her breasts, and she would began to really play on camera after a while and wonder what it would be like to do it to another woman and have it done to her. How much more rewarding would it be doing it for real, if just the suggestion of doing it, turned Sophie on like it did? I began to think she really might like to try making love to a woman’s body; mine.

I reciprocated her timid sexual talk, upping the ante with more aggressive and generous talk of petting and even cunnilingus. The actions I depicted I would do to her pussy with my mouth made her more than curious to truly feel a woman’s hot breath and warm wet tongue roaming over her body. She hadn’t been one for masturbation, doing it from time to time mostly on those days when her libido and hormones in her system went crazy. She now masturbated more intensely than ever before, no longer only abstractly thinking about being with someone, but now touching herself with vigor while thinking of another woman. That she communicated what she was doing to me made it all the more thrilling for her.

I was besotted with her, and now feeling an urgency to have her in Boston with me, but how do I convince her to leave Buenos Aires and her economic emporium even for a few weeks? My going to Argentina was out of the question, not for monetary, but for academic reasons; my future in teaching at Northeastern was on a tightrope, and I needed to be in Boston until the next academic year started next fall.

Sophie once again did something that changed the course of our relationship before I had a chance to discuss these feelings and my needing to be with her. Maybe it was that she felt that our affair was losing some of its spice without person to person contact that triggered her to say what she said. We were chatting on Skype as usual on a Saturday night, but when our dialogue began to get more amorous this time, she made a drastic suggestion.

Sophie: How do you feel about us meeting?

Me: What do you mean?

Sophie: You know…Travelling so we meet and get to know each other.

Me: What do you have in mind?

Sophie: Promise you won’t get mad at me?

Me: Of course I won’t; you know you can tell me anything.

Sophie: OK…what if I come to see you in Boston?

I just stared at the computer screen for a couple minutes, not knowing how to respond. I was definitely stunned, but after all we had talked about and bonded together, the idea of Sophia coming to see me knowing that we were going to do something so forbidden for her was…exciting. I felt a warm gush spread through me and goose bumps pop up on my arms. My pussy had become wet just like the first night we began to have cybersex. Before I could respond to her, however, Sophie misunderstood my silence and typed something else.

Sophie: I’m sorry, forget what I said, it was just a thought.

Me: No, no, wait. Um…how would we go about it?

Sophie: Don’t worry about it; it won’t cost you a cent. I can arrange my affairs to be absent here for a couple of weeks and I can be your guest if you accept me at your home, otherwise I can go to a hotel and we could see each other when you have time off of work and on the holidays, if you’re not travelling to Iowa to be with your family, of course.

Me: Yes, I suppose you’re right. No, what I mean is of course you would be my guest; how do you say it – ‘mia casa es tuya casa – my home is your home’, I would be delighted, there’s no way you would be going to a hotel. When could you come?

Sophie: Well, easy my dear; if you accept me as your guest I think I may be able to be there around the tenth of December and stay till a couple days after the New Year. Would that be convenient for you?

Me: Convenient you say? You’re crazy, Sophia? I would like to have you here with me tomorrow.

Sophie: Lol, little Marie I have goose bumps from your eagerness.

Me: I’m not so little, and we have been talking of doing for so long after all. Aren’t you a little eager to be with me too?

Sophie: Yes I am, but still, I know you’re legally an adult, but you’re only twenty-seven. I’m sixteen years older than you; I feel I should be more responsible. Maybe my encouraging you is wrong.

Me: LOL, I assure you that I’m old enough to be responsible for my own actions, and I love the fact that you’re older than me. I’ve always found mature women attractive and I used to fantasize about them before I met you. Now your beauty is all I fantasize about. I don’t believe a woman can be truly beautiful until she’s at least forty.

She didn’t know whether to feel complimented that I thought she was beautiful, or insulted that I had acknowledged she was over forty. I supposed that she couldn’t really blame me for commenting on our ages since she brought it up. I had done my best to say I liked that she was older, but it still irked her some that I recognized it. However, as I later discovered, Sophie had found that she couldn’t stay even slightly angry with me for long.

Our conversation eventually went back to Sophie’s travel plans and we closed our session with Sophie’s promise to immediately start making her travel arrangements. We got deeper and deeper into making plans in the next few weeks, and I was astonished at how much Sophie hungered to experience our fantasies more and more. Then came the night Sophie said that she was flying to New York the day after tomorrow. This news left me as nervous as a wreck. I found myself eager to have her company and happier than I had been in a long time.

I asked Sophie what would she prefer, me flying to New York and fly to Boston with me, or go to meet her at the airport and come back with me by train. She said she would like to take the train back with me, so and we could get to know each other and break the ice on the trip to Boston.

And so the big day arrived. Sophie had told me she would travel via AA from Buenos Aires to New York, departing at 8:15 PM, and arriving at 6:05 AM the next day. That was a nuisance for me, since I have to take the Boston to New York Amtrak at 1:15 AM to be on time to meet her, and I didn’t know if I could sleep on a train. That was because there were no airlines flying directly from South America to Boston. All of them have as a final destination of Miami or New York, and from Miami one must wait at least four hours to get a connection to Boston by air.

So a little before midnight that Wednesday, I drove to Boston’s South Station, left my car in a parking lot, and took the train. It was a sleepless night, not only because I was tired and missed my bed, but most of all, because I was on my way to meet my dream woman. Yes, Sophie had become a dream for me to realize. I was slowly falling in love with her, but so slowly that I hadn’t noticed it until now, when I on my way to meet her for the first time. What was desire and lust at first is now a different kind of feeling. There is desire and lust, but there’s also love and my wanting to be with her forever.

It took four hours for the train to get to New York at 5:14 AM, and I immediately took a taxi to the airport. The flight, if everything went according to plan, would land in New York at 6:05, so I had less than an hour to get there. The flight was on time and I was in the waiting area outside the customs hall when the first class passengers began to appear through the doors of the customs area.

I was a mess, my makeup running (didn’t have time to fix it) with trip-rumpled clothes and the nerves to the skin. What would she think of me and my scruffy state? Would she regret having come to see and be with me? The doors opened to make way for another passenger and my mind went blank. My God, a goddess had appeared in the doorway and I could hardly recognize her, but it was definitely my Sophie. Statuesque, with an elegant Nobuk leather coat hanging from her shoulders, a handbag and shoes of the same material, her presence took my breath away. How could I take this vision of heaven to Boston in a railroad car?

I saw her eyes roam the hall searching for me, and they lit on when she saw me standing near the thick rope that didn’t allow visitors to pass. With rapid, but by no means less elegant steps, she approached me, and opened her arms to squeeze me in a tight embrace. Her French perfume almost made me swoon; I had gotten the surprise of my life. She is amazingly beautiful.

“Hello, my dear, how nice to meet you at last.”

Her pronunciation was perfect, almost unaccented, with maybe a little touch of the King’s English.

Her words seemed to wake from a dream, “Hello, Sophie, I’m so glad to have you here.” My own words sounded stupid to me. I looked around to get my bearings while trying to recover my composure, took a deep breath, and saw a porter patiently waiting with two big and one small valises; it was her luggage.

“Shall we proceed, my love; where are we going? You know I’m now entirely at your whims, I mean in your hands.” I blushed a deep red at the double entendre of her words.

“Yes, hmmm, we’ll take a taxi to the train station, then its four hours home,” I babbled. “We have to take the train at 7:25,” and we did so.

I couldn’t but admire her once seated in the sleeping car. She had travelled almost eleven hours during the night, and was fresh as a daisy; she was a perfect lady, and smiling to myself, I hoped I could make her a whore in my bedroom.

She asked me what was I thinking as she saw my lips curve in a little smile; I couldn’t tell her what I was thinking, right? At least not now. The trip was uneventful; we chatted and gossiped, not touching on the reasons for her being here. She told me little pieces of her life, and overcoming my natural shyness, I told stories of my childhood, about Mom and Pop and my trips to Italy…

We went to the dining car for breakfast around 9:00; we took a table where we could see the snowy New England landscape, and I couldn’t but admire the hearty breakfast she took; how could she with that body? Mine was mere milk, tea with a toast, and I had to ask, “Tell me, Sophie…”

“Yes, my dear?” while she delicately took a little piece of marmalade from her upper lip with a napkin.

“No, no, nothing, sorry,” I apologized, blushing fiercely.

“Oh don’t apologize, my little love, you want to know how could I eat this breakfast and not worry about gaining weight, don’t you?”

“Yesssss something like that.”

“Well, I’ll tell you a little secret, but don’t tell anybody, OK? You see I have a very high metabolism, and fats don’t stick to my cells; I quickly burn down fats.”

“Oh,” was my only intelligent answer. She wanted to lighten the mood and called the waiter to pay the check, leaving several bills on the table; I wanted to oppose her, and said that she was my guest and I should pay.

“Don’t worry, my dear; I promise I’ll let you pamper me from now on, anyway you want?”

The double entendre once again; I was astonished, I was supposed to be the expert on how a woman flirts and makes lesbian love, not the other way around. We went back to our compartment and she carefully and discreetly steered the conversation about what plans I had for the next few weeks. We talked about many things; without prying, she asked me what my parents thought about my sexual preferences and I told her the truth; Mom was very understanding and resigned; Pop was sorry only because there won’t be grandchildren.

I was very curious about her friend Maria de las Mercedes’ story knowing the importance it had had in turning Sophie’s mind toward a new way of thinking about sexual relationships. I also wanted to know what had happened with her friend’s love life, but was afraid to ask at that moment.

“I want to warn you about my modest house, Sophie. By your attire and demeanor, I assume you come from a very wealthy family, or you’re very wealthy at least, and I’m worried…”

“Don’t be my dear. Yes I have a little money of my own, but I must tell you I was educated till I was sixteen, and my life… changed in a very Spartan girls’ only Catholic school.”

She stopped speaking; the lines of her face had softened when I looked at her face, and she seemed to have returned to that stage of her life in her mind. I was fascinated at the change, her mature face looked like she was fifteen or sixteen again, and I was falling head over heels in love with her. She seemed to come out of a trance and with a warm smile she, as if by chance, told me, “Besides I know everything about you. I know where you live; I have even a couple pictures of your beautiful garden, I know your academic grades and your fight to get tenure of the professorship. What I know about your intimate life, you told me yourself as I told you of mine. You know things about me nobody else in the world knows.”

I was speechless for a moment, then with an accusatory tone, I told her, “So you sent someone to snoop in my private life, didn’t you, Darling? ” The ‘darling’ word was full of poison and very derogatory, and my face was a mask of undisguised fury at what I, in my ignorance of the world, took as an intrusion in my private life.

She gave me a lesson on maturity; without changing her tone of voice, she told me then that she would take another train back to New York when we arrived in Boston, and would go back to Buenos Aires on the first available flight. She took a small notebook computer from her handbag, and via internet changed her return to Buenos Aires to that same night.

Then looking me straight to the eyes said: “Well, my dear, I’m very sorry to have inconvenienced you; I will not commit the stupidity of trying to pay for your troubles. I’m very grateful to you and I’m very sorry that the encounter so wanted by the both of us hasn’t borne fruit. You are charming and I won’t forget you for a long time.”

Those words were final; she was a strong lady, and acted as such without further delay. She turned her face to the window after these words and seemed to get lost in a world that I no longer belonged in and would never be part of.

I was devastated; my angered words had come back to me as a boomerang would. My childish reaction had ended a dream of months. I was sitting in a corner of the compartment completely devastated by Sophie’s apparent indifference. As she later told me after a bout of passionate lovemaking, she was watching me in the window glass reflection and was surprised by my reaction to her words and the beaten image I showed.

The door opened after twenty minutes of oppressive silence, and the train conductor announced arrival in Boston in five minutes. When the train stopped, Sophie rose and without even glancing my way followed the porter down the stairs to the station platform. I was frozen in place and unmoving, and the porter came back to the car after a few minutes and told me I must leave the platform without delay; as in a disoriented daze, I left the platform not knowing what was next.

“Come on, Girl, where’s your car? Bring it here so we can go home; I’m freezing my ass big time, and I need a hot shower” I don’t know what took me out of my lethargy, Sophie talking to me, her unladylike swearing, or the word ‘home’; but with a “Yes, Ma’am,” I sprinted to get my car.


The next couple hours were a blur of activity; we took our hot showers, had lunch, and took a nap. I gave Sophie my bed and I used the couch in my guest room and home office to get some sound sleep. With the light of day fading and as dusk was becoming night several hours later, I woke up with a foggy, mushy brain, hearing the noise of pots and pans in the kitchen. My mind couldn’t register what was happening, being so accustomed to living alone as I was; then in a rapid succession of slides, the twenty last hours flashed through my mind. When I got to the kitchen, there Sophie was, preparing dinner, already bathed, perfumed, and as fresh as a rose newly-cut from the rosebush.

“Hi,” I timidly said.

She turned her head from what she was doing, and with a bright smile, said “Hi yourself, I’m getting dinner ready, so why don’t you take a bath and get fresh, my dear? It won’t be a minute now.”

“Yes, of course, I’ll only be a few minutes.”

“Oh, take your time, and don’t worry, I’ll keep everything hot.” She was driving me crazy with her double entendres.

I went to shower, freshen-up, and put a little makeup on to highlight my haggard face. She had already the table set, with dinner on it, when I came back from the bathroom wearing a fluffy bathrobe. It looked and smelled delicious.

“I raided your fridge to make dinner; I hope you like it,” Sophie said, with a twinkle in her eyes.

We dined and talked about what happened on our trip to Boston. She asked me to understand that it wasn’t a matter of spying me or intruding in my privacy when she had paid for information about my life, but for her to be sure if it was safe to be in Boston with me, and that she wouldn’t be in any kind of danger. I agreed with her and that was the end of it. We drank a bottle of red wine and talked some more. I was becoming impatient; we hadn’t touched on how and where we were going to sleep.

Then Sophie matter of factly said, “Shall we prepare for bed, my dear?”

I was stunned. “Yes, but we haven’t talked where…”

“It isn’t necessary; you don’t think I’ve

traveled halfway around the world to sleep alone, do you, my dear? We’ll sleep together, your bed or the couch, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“OK, then it’s my bed.” I was euphoric and wanted to jump out, crying yes, yes, and yes. I didn’t, I told her I would wait her in the bedroom instead.

She appeared from the bathroom a few minutes later. I stood there stunned, as my mind recorded every image of her like a camera, Her raven black hair falling down on her naked shoulders, her bounteous breasts with dark, hard as pebbles, nipples, the curve of her hips as they gracefully became her thin waist, a little rounded tummy and the bulge of her pubic mound against the silky black material of her thong. The pale skin beneath the cloth stood out and attracted even more attention to her pussy. The nest of luxuriant black curly hairs between her legs was only cut just enough on the sides to not peek out from under her bikini bottom. It wasn’t like a pelt, hiding everything, because I could see hints of her pussy beneath. Her high heels made her legs seem long and lean, and the way she tried to hide her breasts behind an arm bra was very cute.

To say we were both nervous is the understatement of the year; I knew I ultimately was the hunter in similar cases; she, on the other hand, was the newbie, the one that could or could not become lesbian. I thought that would depend mostly on my prowess. So I took the first step and took my bathrobe off. Following my example, she discarded hers and we got on the bed over the comforter, gently lying down.

I was only wearing a top and a pair of lace red boy shorts that hugged me tightly and left my tanned ass cheeks exposed, underneath my bathrobe. My ass is small and damn firm looking; I swallowed hard at the thought of it being bare and pointing up at her.

I wanted that night to be an unforgettable one for her. I didn’t want her to wake up at the light of dawn the next morning, feeling as if she had sinned by making love; I couldn’t forget her own words, “I had been educated in the strict Catholic moral values of the nun’s college and that of my own south-Italian family, where sex and the pleasure that it produces are a thing of the devil.”

I told myself that she had decided to make the long trip from Buenos Aires to Boston to meet with me by herself. She knew I was a lesbian and she knew that she was going to be in my house as a guest, and surely as my lover, if she came; she knew that we would make love at least once if she came to Boston to meet me, and if she found she could love me, maybe, just maybe, it would be forever.

I knew talking first wasn’t the same thing to her, than… what had we done until now, date? Chatting with a stranger via a webcam doesn’t create a personal relationship. The cam is impersonal, very different to personal contact, the physical knowing of the other person, face to face, the feel and sense of the other’s skin when you greet each other with a kiss on the cheek or by shaking hands, and what about the feathery touch of a lover’s fingertip…

But it’s one thing to intellectually know and accept it when you’re a woman and a middle-aged Latina to top it, than you are to start a trip to meet with a potential lover, a lesbian no less, and a very different thing to meet that potential lover in the flesh with all the emotional risks that such an encounter entails.

I then became bolder, loosely taking her in my arms and started kissing the skin of the top of her breast with tiny, light kisses, and stroking the skin of the other breast with my fingers. Her breathing changed; it was becoming deeper and slower. Her left hand started stroking my side, venturing to the exposed bottom of my small boob. Her right hand abandoned my hair and stroked the side of my face. I slipped the fingers of my left hand into the top of her bra, and she briefly froze, then continued stroking my cheek and side; her left hand became bolder and stroked the underside of my breast as she cupped my chin and raised my face to look at hers. Her eyes were shining, her pupils dilated, her lips were parted, and I knew at that moment that I had her when her tongue darted out and moistened her lips. I raised my face to hers, and she met my lips in a soft tentative kiss. I slipped my tongue through my lips and grazed her bottom lip as we kissed. She moaned, opening her lips and allowing me full access to her mouth. She didn’t meet my tongue with hers, content in allowing me to softly explore her lips and teeth. I slithered my right hand behind her back while I had her occupied with my lips and tongue, and released the clasp of her bra in a much practiced move. She gasped yet again, and withdrew her lips from mine. I rolled up on my elbow so that I was looking down into her face.

She whispered, “What are you doing to me, Marie?”

I slipped my left hand under her bra and gently pinched her erect nipple before covering her mouth with mine. I then murmured, “Exactly what you want me to do,” as I lowered my mouth to hers.

She moaned into my mouth and thrust her tongue deep into my mouth. I pulled my right arm out from under her back and sat up. She followed my lips with hers, not wanting to break contact.

I finally broke away and completely sat up. She moaned in disappointment. I took her black delicate bra in my hands and tugged it from her body, tossing it to the side; she blushed cutely and covered her magnificent breasts with her hands. I pulled my top over my head and we were both topless.

The ocean is the only place on the planet where there are no demarcations of territory, no frontiers of any kind. It’s all too easy to cross the equator and not know that you had crossed an imaginary line and were now in a different hemisphere. Your condition would be about the same if your feelings and emotions were a sea. How do you know if you have crossed the line? Is there a moral compass, a sexual sextant to tell you where you’re headed and if you’re in uncharted waters, then what? Perhaps that was the case with us; we were already on the other side of the line, yet this voyage of discovery had just begun. It was a brave nude world.

I took her hands and pulled her to her knees, then went behind her on my own knees as I gazed at our image in the big bedroom mirror. I was behind her, wrapping my arms around her body and pulling her hard against me. I could see her slim body and the swell of her breasts, like those of a nubile young girl, and above her long shapely legs, at the top of which I could see the shadow of her pubic hair under her black thong, was her prominent mons, and a hint of her sweet womanhood beneath.

I started kissing her neck and shoulders as we both watched ourselves making love in the large mirror over the bedroom dresser. That single image, she on her knees, my left arm around her round belly, my right hand full of her tit, with just a hint of her lingerie buried in between her pussy lips, while I kissed her neck. Her slack-jawed face was full of pure lust and pleasure, something never far from my waking thoughts, and they are burned into my consciousness for the rest of my life.

I am, in my day to day life, usually very shy, timid and introverted, but I become another person with this woman, more aggressive, daring, and wanton. Sophie takes my worst from me… or is it my best?

I leaned closer to her; the animal in me was becoming stronger and stronger. I had to have this woman; I had to have all of her, even if it meant doing something unforgivable.

“Do you want for me to fuck you, Sophie, or do you want to fuck me?

She then looked at me in the mirror with the frightened eyes of a child, then covering her face, began to cry a little. I did a turn around on my knees so we were face to face, breasts to breasts, tummy to tummy, and mons to mons; I pulled her hands away from her face and softly kissed her. I looked at our images in the mirror and saw her closed eyes; I tasted her sweet lips as our teeth clashed for a second, then I entered my tongue into her sweet mouth.

She fought at first, but her bravado slowly dissolved and she began to me kiss me back. She pulled away, her mouth open, tongue extended. She gasped “This is so bad, so wrong!”

“Why is this bad? Does it feel wrong to you?” I asked her in a whisper, reaching and fondling her big but pert breasts. “Extremely, horribly bad,” I answered my own questions and I sank my mouth on one of her beautiful tits, suckling her nipples as if it would be my last.

“Oh no!” she cried, her fingers digging into my hair. “No! No! Marie, please!”

I looked up at her. “Don’t tell me to stop, please. I can’t stop now. “I sank my mouth back onto her breast, rolling my tongue around her hard, big, dark aureole and nipple.

“No, no! We can’t…it’s wrong!”

I looked up from her breasts again. “Why did you come here then? We have waited for this for weeks! What did I say, weeks, months?” I thrust my hand down between her legs, forcing my fingers into her quivering vagina as she spread her legs open a little bit. “Now you’re here, I’m here, and I want you so bad that I don’t care if you keep saying no. I don’t care if you end up hating me. I just want you now.” My fingers found her taut little clit and softly circled it.

“Oh no, please!” Sophie moaned.

“Please!” I sounded almost forceful. “Please don’t ask me to stop, because I won’t.”

She shook her head. “I’m not asking you to stop…it just…it just feels so amazingly wonderful.”

Then kissing her, I pushed her and we fell on the bed with me on top of her. I held my body there, with my arms keeping my breasts separated from her body. She then cupped my breasts in her warm hands, gently rolling them and examining them with wide eyes. “Suck them,” I asked, in a whisper.

She tentatively just caressed the nipple with the tip her tongue at first, then she slowly sank her mouth upon my aching nipple, engulfing my whole little breast. I sighed in relief. I haven’t had actual sex in such a long a time that her mouth felt wonderful, so warm, and so soft. She sucked and sucked from one breast to the other, gently nipping with clumsy teeth every so often, as if she was going to die.

I tried to pull my lace red boy shorts off and she released my breast with a whimper. I slid down her body and eased down between her legs, taking her thong off and spreading her thighs open to reveal her beautiful black-haired vagina. I took the soiled tiny cloth and put it near my nose to smell her body fluids, a tangy mixture of her internal secretions and the French perfume she liberally uses on her body.

“Please don’t do that,” Sophie sweetly mewls.

“You’re so cute, even down here, so beautiful; where have you been all my life?” I sighed, gently tracing the pink folds of her pussy with my fingertip. “And so wet!” I licked the juices from my finger. “You even taste good.”

“No, I…” She mewls, cringing from the waist up.

“Oh, Sophie, it’s not time to be so modest.” I

abruptly plunged down, flicking my tongue across her barely open pink slit, as she let out a sweet sigh.

“I want to hear your voice; tell me what you feel, what you me want to do.” I kissed her clit and she cooed in response. I then licked along her labia, fully tasting her.

And then she whispered “I don’t know what I want, it’s my first time, but your tongue is so hot, it feels so good.”

Trying to get her smoking hot, I asked her, “Don’t tell me nobody has ever gone down on you.”

“N…no,” she was blushing red from head to toes.

“That figures; men usually don’t. I’ve heard they may be adequate, but selfish lovers.” I shoved my tongue inside her and I felt her tighten up all over.

“Yes! Yes! Ahh! Oh Virgencita querida, oh beloved Madonna.”

I giggled in my mind, but I kept suckling on her pussy, pushing my tongue as far as it could go and coaxing out even cuter sounds. I momentarily pulled back and heard her whine despondently.

“Do you want tongue, or fingers like your friend Maria de las Mercedes?” I asked Sophie, sticking my hands up and curling my fingers at her.

Her cheeks flushed a violent red at the mention of her friend’s name, and I saw her chest quickly rise and fall. “I…I love your tongue so far.” She stammered her fingers, gripping and mauling her breasts.

I lasciviously grinned and a strange thought suddenly crossed my mind; she is old enough to be my mother. I shook my head and told her, “You’ve the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

She turned her flushed face away. “Please…don’t say such things.”

“But lovers say such things and much more to each other.”

I lowered my head back down, spreading her box open and teasing her with the hardened tip of my tongue. I slowly traced every inch of her dewy pinkness, and being almost naturally bald myself, I wasn’t repelled by the luxuriant bush of hair that adorned her crotch; on the contrary, I delighted in separating the hairs to reach her hidden treasure with my tongue and fingertips. I lapped at her clitoris, kissing and sucking it between my pursed lips.

She gasped and her breathing became hoarse. “Yes! Yes, yes, you’re so good with your tongue…”

I grinned and slowly eased my tongue inside her body, the body from which, without either of us knowing it at that moment, I came some twenty years ago. Well, I’m now proud of my fairly long tongue; I used to get made fun of for it back in school when I stuck it out at people. But since it’s now bringing Sophie so much pleasure, I don’t mind all the past rude comments.

“So warm, your tongue is so warm and soft!” Sophie cooed. Her inner muscles were clenching around my tongue, sucking it in, forcing it in, and pulling it from its roots.

I licked and licked, reveling at how this woman was all mine now and I was getting very hot myself; my own pussy was pulsing with need. I was then lost in her when I felt her hand atop my head, gently stroking my hair. She was watching me intently and with soft loving eyes.

“I’m going to cum! Oh, Marie, Marie…yes! It has been so long; please…I want to cum.”

I continued to pour all the knowledge I have about loving a woman into making her cum, and she succumbed with a final lashing of my tongue on her clitoris. I felt her shake and tighten the muscles of her vagina, while her groin spasmed violently and her hips quivered like an earthquake, then she fell with her breasts heaving and sighing softly.

I crawled back on top of her and watched as she recovered from the orgasm. She smiled at me with her eyes, and there was something in them akin to love as she reached up and touched my face.

“This is so wrong, but I can’t and don’t want to go back now,” she whispered.

I kissed the palm of her hand. “We have all the time in the world to worry about that. I just want to fuck you some more right now.”

She swallowed and nodded. I was desperate, so horny I couldn’t stay inside my own skin; my orgasm had been there all night like a coiled spring ready to be released and expand at the least little touch; it was frustrating, but I didn’t want to push her into touching me and scaring the hell out of her.

I shouldn’t have worried; she was my elder by about fifteen years and had been married, so she knew when her partner, even a woman, is on the brink of desperation with unsatisfied sexual desire.

She touched my face with her hands and gave me little kisses on my lips, then her left hand went to my right breast and softly touched my engorged nipple, and her right hand darted south and touched my leaking pussy just as I was about to climb the walls. It was just that, a little touch, but my excited mind exploded inside my head with an orgasm so powerful that my entire world went black in seconds and I lost consciousness.


She apparently had been up for some time and was preparing breakfast for us when I awoke the next morning. She quietly opened the door when it was ready and pulled the table into the room on tiptoes. She had everything set up when I stirred in bed and she brought a hot cup of coffee over, sat on the bedside moving the cup toward my sleepy face. A smile came to my face and my sleepy, weary eyes brightened when I smelled the coffee.

“Mmmmm, thank you,” I said, as I struggled to sit up in bed. I took the coffee from her and took a sip. “Wow, it’s good; what time is it?”

“Almost 9:30.”

“Oh my God, I must have I passed out last night; dropped dead is a better way to call it.”

“Yes, you did,” she said with a smile, remembering how I did pass out when I climaxed.

Then looking at Sophie, fresh out of the bath in a white robe d’chambre, I remembered what had happened last night and my face turned red as she said, “Well, not high, but hard and dry; it must have been ‘la petite mort’.” Now embarrassed, I laughed with her.

“It’s okay. I was happy to be of service to you too,” Sophie said, with mischief in her voice

“I owe you one,” I said, with a sexy smile.

“You don’t owe me anything … ever,” she sincerely said. She got up and brought a tray with eggs, bacon, and toast over and sat it in front of me. As she watched me start to eat like I was starved she said, “What activities have you in mind for today, my dear?”

She playfully admonished me as I started to answer, “Don’t talk with your mouth full, your mother taught you not to?”

I don’t know what my face was like, but Sophie seeing it, took the tray out of my hands, and hugging me, cooed in my ear, “Excuse me, my dear I’m sorry, so sorry. I’m not one to embarrass you; I’m only a guest in your home.”

I hugged her and couldn’t explain this role reversal to myself. She was the fearfully mature woman looking for a new path in her sexual life until the day before. She was scared, not of me, but of what was happening to her body, and in her mind overall, even while I was performing my amatory skills on her body last night. Now I was the chastised child, even in a playful way, and she the mother figure doing it; but she wasn’t my mother; I have my own mom in Idaho.

She is very perceptive and could see I was a different Marie from last night; I didn’t keep eating my breakfast and the tension between us was mounting until Sophie took the reins of the situation in her hands; that’s why I love more mature women.

“Would you like me to give you a massage?”

I was astounded and stuttered to the change of conversation, “I didn’t know you were a masseuse.”

She burst out laughing with a crystalline sound, “Oh, I’m not, but I have received so many in my life that I think I know how to give a good one. Have you any scented oils? If not, any moisturizing cream will do.”

“I have some for my legs there in my dresser,” I languidly told her.

She went to the dresser and took one of my oil cream bottles, “OK, turn around; I’m going to rub your back first.”

I turned around, put my head on my arms, and waited to feel her hands on my body. It was incredible; she started with my shoulders, squeezing and pinching the muscles of my shoulders and shoulder blades, then down my spinal column, sinking her fingers between the vertebrae and going down my backside in circular motions with her extended hands.

Sophie let her fingers slide sensually between the crack of my buttocks and tease the flesh within, only seconds after her hands began making oily circular swipes across my bottom. I let her explore me that way for a short while, and then turned onto my back.

“Get out of those clothes,” I said to her in a heated whisper, even though I knew she was naked under the bathrobe.

“That was exactly my plan,” she smiled down at me, pulling the top of the robe off and shucking it completely from her body.

She took the initiative this time, as she leaned down and started to kiss my breasts, but I gently held her up by the shoulders. “Get on top of me,” I anxiously urged, “Turn around and get on top.”

“You want to sixty-nine? Hmm, OK,” she said, punctuating her delight with a kiss on my lips.

My heart began to thunder with excitement as I watched her position herself and settle down over me, her mature womanly treasures open right above my face. I marveled at what was happening again.

I had missed it last night, but it was now time to make up for that. My hands went to the smooth globes of her butt and massaged them briefly as she eased herself closer still, her heavy scent enveloping me, taking my already passionate state to even greater heights. Her tongue was suddenly tentatively licking around my vulva, as if searching. I then bent my legs and it was more like teasing, as she bathed the insides of my thighs with slow gentle licks with the tip of her tongue.

I lifted my head slightly, pulled her down by the hips, then took her pudenda into my mouth, savoring it, spellbound by the gentle aromas of her body as my nose buried itself softly in her perineum, that sweet spot between her pussy and her anus. The soft inner walls of her butt cradled my face as I nestled within and drew her flesh to me. She moaned and leaned back a little so I could rest my head on the pillow and feast on her at the same time.

She was moving her hips now, gently humping in the eternal movement of intercourse and my face was being wiped by her sex, my nose bumping and pressing against her puckered anus as it moved up and down with her motions. Then, ohmygod, she pulled my labia apart and slowly inserted one finger inside me as her mouth expertly sucked and toyed with my clit, and by her own words, she was a novice?

I wrapped my arms around my lover’s beautiful ass, hugging it the way I hugged her when we kissed, and ravished her deepest fluids with a mouth I didn’t know could feel such hunger.

“Ohhhh… Marie… yeahhhhhh,” she deeply sighed, in between the blistering tongue-lashing she was giving my clitoris.

Her lubrication was plenty, so much so that I thought I could drown in it; that would be a lovely way to die. I gave her everything I knew to give, and came up for air only when I was at the point of suffocation, my face awash in her rich emanations. My face would sink deeper between her ample buttocks every time she grounded those hips into me, and I could feel her clit mashing against my chin.

She suddenly tensed, then shuddered, and I looked up to see, over the mounds of her ass, as her upper body straightened up and her beautiful raven black hair was being tossed back.

“Ohmygoddd…” she said, and her body was seized by slow-motion spasms. The heat of her internal fluids flooded my face, and I was ecstatic that this mature goddess was climaxing more easily every time my mouth was glued to the center of her love hole.

It didn’t take much longer for me to climax as well, with her finger inside my vagina and her incredible tongue teasing my clit, my cries muffled into the safe, delicious confines of her rear end, as I hugged her tightly and moaned into the now sweaty cavern.

She let herself down on me gently playing with my short and scarce pubic hair, her beautiful hair splayed across my thighs, her breath now like a breeze rhythmically blowing on my mound. My head was turned, my face resting against her inner thigh, with my mouth open as I slowly came down from my shattering orgasm.

She finally climbed off me and slid up next to me, cuddling close. We wordlessly held each other, recovering our senses. I held my arms out and we fell into a gentle, warm, but deep kiss.

“I love you, Sophie. Thank you for being here with me.”

“This, my dear” she said, looking straight to the back of my eyes “Was definitely…” I could see she was searching for words as she looked at me, head tilted, her hair covering one eye, “… the most memorable, umm… date I’ve ever had.”

We rested like that for a while and I saw with a start that it was well past noon when I looked at the clock on the bedside table.

“Sophie, Darling, it’s almost one o’clock.”

She stretched and purred like a large feline awakening, and asked me; “Have to go any place today?”

“No, of course not, it’s the weekend; but I’m hungry.”

“It’s very cold outside, you want to go out to eat, or do I prepare something simple for us to eat in bed? Sophie was acting as a mother, as a housewife again.

I allowed Sophie to take everything in her capable hands and snuggled under the covers. “I’d prefer staying the day in bed, if you don’t mind; it’s very comfy.”

So we did. Sophie made sandwiches and a thermos of coffee, and then comfortably settled in bed with me. We ate and cuddled in bed afterwards.

“Why don’t you tell me how followed the romance of your friend Maria de las Mercedes, Sophie? I’d very much like to know what happened in her life.”

“I don’t think that’s relevant; you don’t even know her.”

“Yes, I know, but her life is so connected to yours that maybe it’s what gave you courage to come to me.”

Sophie kept quiet with her eyes closed for a few minutes, and when I was thinking she had might have fallen asleep, she sighed and started to tell me the story of her friend.

“You remember what I told you about her first lesbian affair, don’t you? Well, she saw and made love with the model, Susana, several more times; she never named her by her nickname, Susie, until she pushed forward one day and convinced her to let go of everything in her former life and go live with her.

Maria de las Mercedes is married, of course, but as she has a philandering husband with whom she lived, but not together, under the same roof, and haven’t a husband/wife relationship for a long time, she decided to come out of the closet and bring her relationship with her lesbian lover to light. My, that was a scandal, only within the family, of course; some things must be kept from the outside world.

So it was arranged; Maria would live in the mansion’s left wing, and her husband in the right wing, either one being an apartment in itself. Her daughter decided she couldn’t live in such manner, so she rented an apartment and went to live alone elsewhere. A second bomb then exploded in that family; their son, Jose de San Martin, twenty two years old, decided to follow his mother’s example and also came out of the closet.

As you may surmise, his father went berserk when he told the family he was gay. It was more a matter of pride for him; keeping the family name and what his cronies would say.

After much shouting and swearing when they could calm down at the end, Jose said he would live in the same quarters of his parents’ house and would try to keep his love affairs out of the house. Maria’s husband would keep his life the same, and the winner was Maria de las Mercedes. She brought her lover, Susana, to live with her, and she was her live-in secretary to the outside world.”

I was dumbfounded by the story, but had the perfect ending to me, so I asked Sophie if that was all.

“What more do you want to know?”

“Oh, I don’t know, but what’s in the future? Will they keep this arrangement?”

“Well, the last I knew, Maria and her husband want a grandchild from José and the only way is to get some girl to do the chore. It would have to be by artificial insemination, and Maria is trying to convince Susana to be the mother.”

“Wow.” That’s all I could say.

“Yes, we are very sophisticated people.”


We dozed, cuddled, and finally fell sleep after the tale.

Waking up next to Sophie was profoundly different than anything I’ve ever experienced in my young life. She was still sleeping on her side turned away from me. I gently stroked her exposed shoulder and placed a kiss on her collarbone. I felt her body stir and I kissed her again, my lips now pressed against black silky hair and skin below her earlobe that was warm with her pulse.

She said nothing, only parted her lips to breathe and nodded ever so slightly. It was such a beautiful reaction!

I slid my hand down then over, and played with her breasts while I kissed her on the neck and front of her upper chest. Still half asleep, she finally let out a long, soft moan and reached back to caress my side down to my hip. I pressed closer to her, my mound snugly up against her buttock. I marveled at my own hair covering her naked skin.

She amazed me then, rapidly waking up as if an alarm clock went off. She turned over and almost dove into my embrace, her mouth on mine with rapacious thirst. Our bodies writhed against one another, and she ground her clit against my pelvis as we kissed. I knew just what to do then; it was like a detailed guide to her body and her needs had fallen open in my lap. I wet my finger and reached behind her, letting it wiggle down into her crack and teasing her puckered hole. I sensed she wanted it, and she told me my instinct was right: she nodded as she continued our kiss humming “Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm,” and she threw her leg over my hip to open herself wider.

The delight was heating my own libido; I pushed my finger into the pinched rubbery opening and felt it hungrily suck my finger in. A tremulous moan escaped from her throat as my wet finger went in. She thrashed against me as the dark evening bathed us with soft moonlight, our mouths fused, my finger plugged into her body, as her climax blossomed in waves of goose bumps and squeals.

I was so enchanted by her passion that I didn’t even consider my own pleasure. She looked into my eyes with a gleam of excitement as her aftershocks subsided, and slid down on my body until her face was at my tummy. She then looked up and said, “Do you want me to go down on you?”

It was the first time she had made an overture like that on her own. “Yes, please do.” My voice was hoarsely cracked and croaked.

She glanced at my pussy, which was flooded and leaking without shame by now, smiled softly, and brought her mouth up and about two inches down the left side of my thigh. She placed long soft kisses there and kept kissing for almost five full minutes. She then repeated it on the right side. She would lift her head, look at the spot and gently kiss it while her hand looked for and found the opening to the inside of my body. Her mouth then descended over my clitoris with a vengeance, kissing, lapping, and pressing it with her tongue. I flinched once when she nipped too hard.

“Does it hurt?”

“Only a little sometimes, but don’t stop, it feels too good.”


She moved her kisses lower after a while, bathing my inner lips and drawing her lips over my pubis. Her face was all over my sex moments later. I drew my legs up around her and let her ravish me until my own climaxes seized me. They went in crescendo, intensifying each time she ‘hmmed’ like she was enjoying a sweet dessert, then it was oblivion for me again; ‘La petite mort’ came looking for me and I went with her.


Breakfast on Sunday morning, which I was used having at about 7:30 every morning, was a little late. It was my fault. It was a quiet day of rest either way; we went for a walk to a nice Boston shopping mall, and all we bought were steaming mugs of hot chocolate to keep us warm before returning home.

Sophie came to me at different times for the next several days when I was home. We would sometimes just sit out in the hammock, wrapped in blankets to protect us from the cold, and talk. Other times she would leap into my arms, and we would tear at each other’s clothes, wanting each other so much that we once ended up making love on the living room floor, not able to wait for a bed. She would do that same kissing and nipping ritual on my abdomen and clit every time we made love, though. She seemed to enjoy it, and she had learned the right pressure to use so there was no pain. It became like her trademark before she went down on me, and sometimes on the way up too. Who was I to complain?

Christmas was fast approaching; it was less than a week away in fact, and we discussed where we would spend that day. I told Sophie that I usually went to Iowa to spend the holidays with my family, but I was thinking of staying in Boston this year. We discussed this a couple of times, and she was adamant that she would like to go and get to know my parents so they wouldn’t be alone on a night like that.

We went shopping for some gifts or went to lunch. The specter of her mysterious arrival in my life always lingered at silent odds in the shadows with both of us. Who would I say she was to my parents; a friend, a tutor from Italy or Spain, what?

Mom wouldn’t believe a word whatever the explanation. She would know what we were. Pop on the other hand would believe, or make like he believed, whatever his now not so little girl would tell him. So as I do every year, I called Mom and Pop the day before to tell them I would be with them on Christmas Eve, and was going to bring a friend with me, so there should be four plates on the table.

That arranged it, and Sophie took my hand and led me to the bedroom as I put the phone on the hook. She quickly undressed and got into bed once there; I followed her example, and was nude and in bed within a few seconds.

“I want something very special from you, lover.”

My surprise knew no bounds; Sophie just called me ‘lover’ for the first time since we had intimately known each other. When I called her ‘my lover’, I was always ‘my dear’, ‘Dearest’, or ‘Darling’ to her, never; ever had she used the world ‘lover’.

“Yes my dear love. What do you want from me?”

“Do you remember the first time I told you about my friend Maria de las Mercedes’ experience?”

“Yes, of course, I remember; it was very erotic hearing you tell about it.”

“Well, I was very impressed with one aspect of her liaison, her fucking liaison, and maybe it was what pushed me into coming to know you.”

“And what would be that, my love?”

“I don’t know how to tell you this…it’s shameful to me.”

“Nothing we have done or will do is shameful, Baby. Loving isn’t shameful unless it’s rape, forced sex, or sex with minors; consensual sex between two adults, whatever the gender or their relationship, is wonderful and loving. What do you want, my love?”

Sophie suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled it to her crotch, trying to force my fingers deeply into her. With a very hoarse voice, she told me, “I want to feel a woman’s hand inside me, your hand.”

To say I was surprised is obvious, so I tried try to clarify some things, “Yes, but remember the term fisting, that’s what it’s called in English, may sound like it’s done fast and hard, but fisting is actually an act that requires patience, arousal, and lots of lubrication. Here’s how it’s done: we must be very careful and suitably prepare you and your vagina. Let me be the judge. We need oils, towels, and a safe word for you to stop me, OK?”

I went to collect towels and skin oils to lubricate my hand and her pussy, as I didn’t have any latex gloves. I didn’t think Sophie had any venereal disease anyway, and when I had everything ready, I sat on the side of the bed again, and told her our secure word would be ‘Argenta’; I would immediately stop and end the penetration if she said that word. I looked at her and found her staring at me. Things became blurry there and then. I suddenly found that we were passionately kissing. I felt her grandiose breasts against my body and touched a rigid nipple. She stuck her tongue into my mouth and pulled my face against hers hard.

I slid a hand towards her mound, but she stopped my hand and looked at me.

“Is something the matter…?” I started to say.

“No, I do want this to happen,” she said, and I touched her pussy lips.

She quickly killed the lights, letting only a perfumed candle on each night table light the room, and started ferociously French kissing me.

I felt that she was wet; my fingers felt her warmth and wetness, and I started to rub her clit when I found it. My middle finger nudged against her entrance and smoothly slipped in. I felt the come flow out of my own cunt.

Her hips lifted from the bed and her body froze. Little whimpers slipped from her mouth as her body trembled. I could feel her pussy clinching my finger as if it was trying to pull it into her body. I was finger fucking her and making her climax. More juice poured across my fingers and hand with each grunt of pleasure, until they were soaked with her pussy juice.

“Please touch me,” I whispered, as I grabbed her hand and placed it on my breast. She complied and started to rub my nipple. I started pushing two, then three fingers in and out of her. She was wide on account of having given birth.

I took my fingers out and lubricated my hand and her insides.

“Do it,” she said. I hissed and gasped and put again two fingers inside her. I stopped kissing her and grabbed her tightly.



“One more finger.”

I did and I felt her muscles stretch and she grunted. She touched my clit with her thumb and things went black. I came to, and it wasn’t at the same moment; I was still holding Sophie tightly.



“One more finger; I can take it.”

“No wait a minute, let me take the right position.”

“Now, I’m going to close all my fingers tight with my thumb inside them, Sophie.” I then took my hand and directed it to her love hole. “What I’m going to do you, Lover, is slowly work my entire hand into your cunt. And don’t worry my small hand; it’s just a fraction of the size of a baby’s head.” I could tell that she was getting extremely excited. She wanted me to fist-fuck her.

“Yes,” she said, and grabbed my hand to press it inside her. “Do it; I’m ready.”

She released me and lay down on the bed. She spread her legs as much as she could and I let some saliva drip onto her cunt to help the lubricant and her own emissions, then I started to push my hand in.

I started by fitting two, then three fingers into her hole, but I felt a little resistance as I forced the fourth finger in along with the others. She quickly brought her hand down again, took my wrist, and helped me force my fingers, along with my thumb, into her oven, her warm hole. My hands, like my body, are long and slender; my entire hand, up to my wrist, was now fully inside her hot love hole.

“Oh yes,” she whispered, “Oh yes.” She then let out a sigh of pleasure and said, “Make like a little fist inside and slowly start fucking my cunt, Sweetheart; oh God, that feels so fucking great. Okay, okay, now rotate your fist as much as you can as you fuck my cunt. Oh fuck yea.”

Here I am fist-fucking a woman, me who is overly feminine realized one thing at that point in my life; ‘You can’t tell a book from its cover’ from the words that came out of her beautiful mouth, as well as her craving for wild uninhibited sex. She looks so sweet, so ladylike, so refined. Is this really me I’m looking at? As she started fucking my hand with total abandonment, what I was doing to make it happen was taking my breath away as much as hers. Her body was in the throes of reaching for the heavens.

She gave me a surprised look when she found that my whole hand fit in. She slowly pushed my entire hand in and out, pumping her cunt until she was grunting with pleasure. She quickly pulled my face to hers, forced my mouth open with her tongue, and then sucked my whole tongue into her mouth. She was screaming with muffled moans into my mouth as her entire body was contorting, shuddering as she came to a convulsive orgasm and her love pit tightened up on my fist, squeezing it tightly. She stopped, but her body was still shaking and trembling. She then loosened up and I started to slowly pull my hand out, but her hand quickly grabbed my arm and forced me to leave my hand in her boiling cunt. She put her head back and relaxed with my hand still in her. Her cunt muscles would squeeze and release my hand over and over again. She was fucking my hand just by contracting and releasing her cunt walls. Weren’t those the kegel exercises?

I sat there looking at her limp naked body, still quivering as if there were minor spasms like mini-cums. I could feel her vaginal walls clutching my hand, then letting go, As Sophie’s trembling slowed, I felt her pushing my hand away and I assumed she wanted me to pull my fingers out. Before my fingers were all the way out of her pussy, she pulled them back in almost violently instead. My closed hand touching her cervix, then she pushed them out again. I quickly realized what she wanted and began to move my fisted hand in and out more forcefully. I moved my hand quickly, but I was very aware that I didn’t want to hurt her. It didn’t take long before she was climaxing for the second time … or had it been one long climax?

The squeezing inside her pussy never stopped. She gasped, trembled, as a continuous and plaintiff moan escaped from her lips. The sweet aroma of her climaxing pussy made me dizzy with excitement. Sophie did this several times, then she just relaxed and it took several minutes before she finally released my hand as her body collapsed like a deflated balloon. My hand slowly worked its way out along with all her juices. I almost fainted from pleasure when I looked at my hand and saw it shining with her copious pussy juice. The sticky fluid was covering my fingers and my palm, and there was even some on the backside of my hand and arm. I hated the thought of having to wash that hand, more so from my aroused feelings and curiosity, so I took my soaked fingers and put them into my mouth. I still remember how much I savored the taste her tangy juices; I had tasted myself, but this was so much more awesome.

I was trembling with excitement, and didn’t know what to do. I fell back on the bed, still gasping for breath. When I looked up again, I saw her with a puzzled gaze.

“Oh my God,” I managed to gasp.

“That thing,” she said, “Will you do it again?”

“Are you’re up to it?”

“Yes, I think I am, many times. I have wanted to get fisted since Maria de las Mercedes told me about her first time, but I knew it had to be with the right person, and that’s you”

“Yes, fisting is deep sex. I think it touches the woman deeply – both physically and emotionally, but I never did it before so I’m not a good judge,” I answered her.

“You don’t know how complete and fulfilling having another’s hand inside you is; it’s a very powerful experience. It was fabulously hot to me, and I had long moments of bliss and intense orgasms, but you know that it can also leave you feeling very vulnerable. Not now that I was with you, whom I love, so it’s not necessarily a bad thing – it’s a human thing. As I said, I’ve been deeply touched, very deeply.”

We couldn’t know at that moment how deeply we had been connected; a daughter fisting her ‘not known to her at that point’ mother.


We got in my car after our breakfast on December the 23rd, and went to the airport to take a flight to Des Moines at 8:30AM. We had almost 5 hours on the plane, and I used the time to find out more about Sophie’s life before our internet encounter. I was very curious; I had fallen in love with a woman that I actually knew nothing of her past life. An amused expression showed up on her face when I started with my not so subtle questions.

“OK, my love, what do you want to know; why is to you who I was or what I did so important?”

“Because I’m in love with you and want to know anything and everything about you.”

“Well, as you already know I was born to a well to do Italian family in Buenos Aires, Argentina, and my life was a happy one until the day I met my daughter’s father…”

Without thinking what I was doing, showing my immaturity, if not something else, I interrupted her, “I didn’t know you had a daughter, how old is she?”

She showed some displeasure at my interruption, “… as I was telling you, I met this American when I was barely fifteen; he seduced me and got me pregnant. My parents made him marry me or else. He married me, but we never shared a bed again. Oh, he was polite enough so my family would tolerate him until my little girl’s sixth birthday. He took her for a ride to celebrate her birthday with him, and they vanished from the face of the earth.”

I was speechless, what do you say to a mother who just told you her daughter was kidnapped when she was six, and herself twenty one, to never see her again? We were silent for a long time, each to our most intimate thoughts, while the droning of the big bird’s engines filled the silence.

It was she who broke the silence. “You know lover that I don’t know if she’s alive or dead, happy or unhappy, single or married and has any children, and whether or not I’m a grandmother. The not knowing, the uncertainty, that’s the worst part of my life. It was that way until I was almost thirty and my parents pushed me to marry for a second time, this time to a man who was a distant family member, a cousin of some kind of good Italian stock, according to my parents. I broke a pan on his head the second time he tried to beat me, and divorced him on domestic violence grounds around twelve years ago. You have been the first person to touch my body, or vice versa, since then.”

The next few hours on the flight were mostly filled with silence. After changing flights, in Chicago, we landed in Des Moines at 3:25 CDT and rented a car at the airport to carry us to my parent’s home. I told Sophie what the sleeping arrangements would be on the way; she would occupy my single room and sleep in my bed, while I would sleep on the den couch; she didn’t want to hear of it, but I told her it was for the best since it was the first time I took someone to my parents’ house.

Sophie was wearing what obviously was an expensive, but also relatively conservative dress. It was tight, outlining her large breasts and narrow waist. The bodice was modestly cut, as well, but not particularly sexy. I’m sure she would favorably impress my parents, particularly my suspicious mom. She was wearing her raven black hair swept back in a ponytail that left her pale round face exposed and devoid of makeup. Her bright black eyes shone with such love that I knew was for me.

We made the almost seventy miles in the rental car from Des Moines airport to Fort Dodge in an hour and a half. We parked in my parent’s home driveway at 5 PM, the same moment Mom opened the door and came out on the porch. It was clear that she had been waiting for us behind the window pane. She appeared to be in her best clothes, with no apron over them, surely trying to impress my visiting friend, which everybody knows is a women thing. Her eyes opened like saucers when she saw Sophie get out of the car. I could see from her expression that the last thing she expected was that I chose to spend my family Christmas with a very beautiful and mature woman who she wasn’t a student or an old classmate of mine. I saw the silent question of ‘who is she?’ on her face.

I hugged Mom and Pop, then turned to introduce them to Sophie, “Mom, Pop, this is my friend, Sophie. She’s…” and I didn’t know how to continue.

Sophie showed how articulate she is, and how to handle difficult situations. “Hi; as your daughter, said my name is Sophie, and I was her tutor when she was in Italy making her Italian literature master’s; “Non e vero, Cara? (It isn’t the truth, dear?)” She had switched from English to Italian at the drop of a pin.

So I had to answer in the same language, “Si, ed erano troppo severa, moltissimo severa”; and turning to my parents translated,” Yes, and she was tough, very tough.”

It was a strange Christmas Eve; Pop and I went to the mall to get something or other that Mom suddenly saw a need for, but she kept Sophie at her side; trying to get to know something about our relationship, I supposed. I saw Mom very frustrated several times; she wasn’t a worthy opponent for a person as sophisticated as Sophie. She didn’t believe a word that we were just friends and was convinced that we were lovers, but there was no evidence to the contrary and our behavior belied that.

It was a very good Christmas holidays all in all. Sophie slept in my old room and I slept on the den couch at night; we didn’t kiss, touch, or do anything that could appear as sexual innuendo. We stayed for a couple more days and we started the trip back to Boston on the twenty seventh. We could have stayed until the New Year, but the truth was that we had no more clothes to change into, not even lingerie.

We were very tired from the trip the first night we were home, but we were very anxious to make love at the same time, so we took our showers, ate some leftovers that Mom was adamant we bring to Boston with us, and went to bed.

I brought her lips to mine and kissed her, and then we lay in each other’s arms without speaking for a few minutes. Her body felt so soft and comfortable against mine after those nights of sleeping alone. I slid my hand down her back and began gently squeezing and caressing the firm round cheeks of her beautiful ass. We both stirred and I felt my pussy start to get wet again. Without asking first, I told her, “I’m going to make love to you now, Sophie,” and we both moved into position to make it possible. She opened her legs wide and I put myself between them. I was on top of her, breasts to breasts, tummy to tummy, and cunt to cunt this time.

It wasn’t the same as the other’s had been this time. We were now kissing, caressing, and making slow, sweet love to each other. She lifted herself to me and was making soft contented sounds each time I pushed my mons back against her and our pussy lips rubbed each other’s as we each built to orgasm. We were each looking into the other’s eyes… each knowing that it was coming and the power and sweetness of it was utterly incredible when it happened. We’d been making love to each other, and the explosion of our intimate love orgasms just kept spreading through us, renewing themselves, and lasting several minutes longer this time.


I went to the university on the twenty ninth of December to work on some schedules for January and I went to a sex shop to buy Sophie a gift before coming back home. I chose a double-headed strap-on; I wanted to possess this woman like a man possesses a woman, penetrating her. Oh, I know it wouldn’t be me, only a plastic penis penetrating her, but the body biggest sex organ in our body is the brain, and my brain would feel satisfied. I know, I know, I had already penetrated this woman, my lover, with my hand, and it was a wonderful feeling, but my brain was asking for, no, demanding my own kind of satisfaction.

I gave her my gift as we hugged and kissed at exactly midnight on New Year’s Eve. She rushed over to the table with the box and began to rip the paper away. Sophie took the lid off of the box once the wrapping lay in shreds, and lifted up what was inside. She didn’t realize what it was at first, but then she recognized it from some of the girly-girl movies we had seen together. She oohed and, aahed when saw it was a strap-on, one with the two heads.

It was very similar to my first one, the one my first ex had bought me when we started dating. This double-headed strap-on model had a small head and a longer one. I took her clothes off right there in front of the fire in the open fireplace, then I also undressed, after which I softly pushed her to lay her on cushions over the carpet. I looked down to her and mouthed, “I love you with all my heart,” and threw her a kiss.

I stood before Sophie, spread my thighs a little, then slowly put the stubbier one of the two heads of the dildo inside myself, completely inserted it into my own cunt, then I strapped it on my loins. Sophie’s eyes grew wide, her mouth wide-open in awe, at the sight. She looked so hungry.

I stood before her, holding the dildo up like I had an erection. Oh, if only I had a real cock to fuck this woman with. I’d cum and cum and cum inside and all over her, marking her as mine for eternity.

I got on my knees between her legs and she helped me slide the dildo into place inside her cunt, and I did envy the rubber thing, almost hating it, because it gets to feel all the way inside Sophie. I pushed the dildo completely in and lay down on top of her. She groaned and nipped my shoulders before suckling on my breast. I moved in the ancient intercourse movement, feeling the short head of the dildo inside me being eaten by my vaginal lips.

Sophie suddenly let go of my tits and exclaimed disappointed, “I barely feel this thing; nothing satisfies me after having your hand and wrist in my pussy.”

I kept moving for a few more seconds until my mind registered her words, then I stopped in midair with the tip of the rubber penis barely inside her pussy lips.

“I’m sorry. I thought this position, with the two of us united by the strap-on and kissing and caressing front to front, would please you,” I nervously said.

“It pleases me, lover, it’s only I don’t feel the fullness like I do with your hand.”

That’s when I remembered how my fist liked for me to fuck her, so I told Sophie, “Oh, alright; I know how to fill you.”

I pulled out the dildo from her pussy without any ceremony, got up off her, and told her to turn around and stand in the doggy position, because I was going to take her from behind.

I didn’t know what she was thinking I was going to do to her, but I’m sure she wasn’t expecting what I was planning. The same thing I had done to my first; fuck her ass.

With her in the doggy position, I got on my knees on the rug behind her, then leaned over her put my face between her ass checks and rimmed her back door with the tip of my tongue. She was surprised and cried in pleasure, “Ohmygod, ohmygod, what are you doing to me, you nasty bitch.” When I took my tongue from her asshole she asked, “More, ohmygod, give me more of your tongue, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, I’m cumming.”

When her wrinkled back hole was spasming with her orgasm, I guided the tip of the dildo to the ripe, tight, virginal asshole and I assured her before pushing; “This is going to hurt a little at first, but I promise it will start to feel good.”

I slowly began to push the rubber cock into my lover’s anus and Sophie gasped and bit her lip as the intruder made its way into her. I kept still for a few moments once I reached her buttocks so she could get accustomed to the intruder in her bowels, then firmly grabbed her by the hips and drove in hard.

Sophia didn’t expect my assault on her virginal puckered star, but the burning sensation the unexpected invasion caused in her rectum disappeared after a few minutes of discomfort, to make way for another sublime experience: an anal orgasm.

She pounded the cushions with her fists, cried in passion, and finally orgasmed with a howl of pleasure before falling on the carpet like an animal wounded to death. As I was connected to her body by the strap-on harness, I fell on top of her back, my loins to her buttocks while the small protrusion on the top of the dildo rubbed my clit and made me cum with violent spasms throughout my body.


The morning of January 2nd dawned with a snowfall a foot high and a freezing temperature. We spent the morning cuddling in bed, waiting for the sun to warm a little so we could go to the nearest mall to eat and get some groceries.

We went to shower together nearing noon, and while I shaved my armpits after we had finished, Sophie went to the bedroom to get dressed. I realized that I had forgotten to bring a skin moisturizer cream when I finished shaving and rinsing. Since I had no more in the bathroom, I yelled for Sophie to bring me a new bottle from the bottom drawer of my dresser.

I heard a loud scream a few seconds later, followed by Sophie’s sobs. Believing that an accident had happened, I put a bathrobe on over my shoulders and ran barefoot toward the bedroom. There, on her knees, white as if she had seen a ghost, was Sophie with an old and yellowing photograph in her hands. I couldn’t understand anything; I had, in fact, completely forgotten that picture about my distant and forgotten past, as it was a very old photograph of my father and me from when we had just arrived in the States. It was so long ago in time it meant nothing to me.

It would have meaning again from that moment on. It would mean pain, grief, injury, hurt, and sorrow; I was going to lose my mother for the second time, but I was now going to lose more than a mother, I was going to lose the love of my life

“How come you have this picture?” she asked, between sobbing hiccups.

“Well, I didn’t even remember I had it. Mom must have given it to me sometime and I put it in the bottom drawer. Why? What’s with that old picture?”

“Who’s the man in the picture?” she asked me; the strange thing was she didn’t even refer to the small girl in the picture. Me.

“Why, he was my father, my biological father, I mean.”

She looked at me with bulging eyes and started to rock her body repeating like a mantra, “Oh my God, no, oh my God, no, oh my God, no, oh my God, no…” again and again and again. She was in a catatonic state; I didn’t understand a thing and was getting very worried.

I shook her by the shoulders and I slapped both of her cheeks when that didn’t work. She seemed to awaken from a bad dream and started to cry.

Quiet deep sobs, sobs from the soul. I went to the kitchen, looking for a glass of water to give to her, and she wasn’t there in the bedroom when I returned; I frantically looked for her and she had gone to my other room, my office room where I have a guest bed. The door was closed and locked. I knocked softly, and she told to please leave her alone after a few minutes, that we would speak in the morning.

I spent a sleepless night trying to make sure that she didn’t do anything crazy, but sleep overcame me and I fell asleep at dawn; when I woke up, she was there when I went to the kitchen around ten in the morning. She had dark circles under her eyes, but was as composed as ever otherwise. She offered me a cup of coffee and told me she was leaving that same day and before I could say anything, she told me, “I assume that if the man in that picture is your father, then the little girl is you, right?

“Well, yes, but what has that to do with you and me?” I asked her, not understanding anything yet.

“Everything; that means I’m your biological mother as he was my first husband and you must be the little girl he stole from me so many years ago.”

“But that can’t be possible; I love you, I’m in love with you, and you with me. We have made love…” I was desperate. I didn’t care if she was the woman who had birthed me. I have my own mom, the woman who care for me, took me to school, and healed my wounds when I fell from my bike; I told her this and told her I didn’t want to lose the only person in the world I was in love with.

Sophie wasn’t open to my reasoning; we had committed what to her was one of the worst sins on earth, and she told me so.

I was irate, full of anger, and filled with rage, “Who says so? We are not doing anything wrong. We are both adults and whatever we talk about or do with each other is no one else’s business, not the church, not the state. If we both get enjoyment out of making love in a sexual relationship, so what if we’re mother and daughter; what harm is it to anyone else as long as it stays between us?”

“It does matter that we are mother and daughter, and I must leave, my love; I need to go home and think things over alone. There are two forces pulling inside me that are tearing me apart.”

She gave me her hand and said, “I’m sorry for being so distant yesterday and this morning.”

“That’s OK, moth…Sophie” I said, “I knew you had a lot to think about.”

“Well, last month doesn’t happen to too many mothers and daughters,” she seriously spoke. “I’ve gone over this in my head so many times since yesterday morning. Is it really right for us to do this? It is wrong? Should we stop and never see each other or talk about it again? What would people in Argentina think of me and of you in Boston, or worse at the University, if this got out? Am I leading you into something that isn’t good for you? It has been really awkward for me and I just didn’t know what to say to you this morning except that I have to leave as soon as possible.”

I heard her out and said, “I am the happiest person in the world today and proud of the love and pleasure we gave each other, Mother. I don’t think badly or poorly of you; just the opposite, I’m still in love with you and will be forever.”

“Will you stay with me tonight?” I asked.


There was nobody there when I got up and went to the kitchen the next morning. Everything was spotlessly clean. I went to Sophie’s room and it was empty, as if no one had slept in that room; there were no clothes and no luggage. Everything was as it had been before Sophie came to my home. She had left nothing behind her, not even a paper that hinted someone had been in that room. I looked for and didn’t found a note saying goodbye. She had disappeared from my life without a trace. I was so desolate that I started crying and couldn’t stop.


I suddenly heard the signal to go to the classroom, and I came back to reality like emerging from a dream, to the bench park where I’m seated, remembering, so I try to drop my daydreams and leave my memories behind; memories so close in time and so far away in distance and space. She’s gone; my love is gone, my mother is gone. I didn’t and don’t care if she is my biological mother. I have my other mom; the woman who raised me, tucked me in at night, called the doctor when I was sick, and who passed nights awake, watching me sleep. Sophie is the woman I fell in love with, the woman I want to love and live with; not like mother and daughter, or maybe yes, but I want her primarily as my lover and as my partner in life. We even didn’t know about each other until a few months ago. I had lived in heaven and now… now I live in hell…the hell of my mind.

2) Living in hell

It’s an obsession; I’m obsessed with my lover, Sophie, who is also my biological mother. I just don’t care; I’m in love with her and I must find her.

I tried to make contact with her; I send e-mails to her, but they came back labeled ‘Unknown user’, she must have changed her e-mail account.

I looked up the Buenos Aires yellow pages and found her phone number. I called her home, answered by a maid the first two times. I didn’t understand her and she didn’t understand me. It was late and it was Friday the third time and it was Sophie who answered this time with a weak, “Si, quien habla…”

She hung up when I said, “Sophie, Mother, it’s me, Marie…” The line was dead the next time I called, and the operator told me that line wasn’t in use anymore; another dead end.

I was so desperate that my life had lost any sense of purpose. I called Northeastern the first week of her absence and said that I was sick with the flu and that I would resume teaching at the end of the course. I was so devastated that I didn’t even go out to buy food, eating whatever leftovers I had in the fridge. Mom called, eager to ask how we were doing with the cold; I knew Mom was very curious and wanted to, in a good way, nose around our relationship. She loves me very much.

She must have had a feel something that was very wrong when my answers were monosyllabic and nasal, considering that I was severely congested from so much crying. She asked if I was sick and told her I had the flu, and then she asked me if Sophie was taking good care of me, and I confessed that Sophie had gone back to Buenos Aires and I was utterly alone in the middle of a new bout of crying. She didn’t say any more than her goodbyes and hung up.

My doorbell rang early in the afternoon of the next day; I let it ring and ring, as I didn’t want to see nobody and there was silence again after a few minutes. I didn’t hear the front door unlocking or my mom’s steps until she opened my bedroom door and spoke to me.

“Oh my God, Marie, what happened to you?”

“Mom, is that you?” was my whimpering response.

“Yes, my child, it’s me, Mom, what’s happening to you?”

“Oh Mom, Mom, if you only knew…” and I burst out crying inconsolably.

“That’s what I’m here for, to know what’s happening…”


“She left me, Mom; she left me without a word.”

Mom was speechless; she sat down on the edge of the bed and hugged me like when I was a little girl; I leaned my head on her breast and began to hum lullabies. My weeping was diminishing little by little, until it completely stopped. Then the mother she was told me with authority,

“Look at you, unwashed with tangled hair, and…when was the last time you changed your underwear? Go get a shower while I fix something to eat and we’ll talk later.”

Half an hour later, showered, my hair clean and in a ponytail, and with clean underwear under my bathrobe, I took a seat at the kitchen table and I realized I was starving and wolfed down the meal Mom prepared.

Then with each of us holding a cup of coffee in our hands, Mom asked me what had happened in so short time, having found me almost in a suicidal state. So I told her everything since the first contact we had made via the internet. She didn’t move a muscle even when I told her the very much edited version of our affair. It was when I got to the episode of my father’s picture, the old picture she had given me so long ago, that her face changed, and she only asked, “Is Sophie your biological mother, the woman your father stole you from?”

In a broken voice, I only answered, “Yes”

She now understood my drama and tears, but for the wrong reasons; she thought I was ashamed, repentant, full of sin, and embarrassed with a sense of guilt; that wasn’t even close. I didn’t give a shit if I was inside Sophie’s body for nine months and that’s what I was going to try to convince Mom about. I wasn’t ashamed, quite the opposite, in fact. I had been able to win over, first fuck, and then make love to the most beautiful female I’ve known in my entire life. I wasn’t ashamed of anything we did; I was desperate because I wasn’t with her.

“You know that I’m a lesbian and have known it forever, don’t you, Mom?”

“Yes, but your mother…you can’t be in love with your mother, it’s…”

I interrupted her, “You are my real mother, Mom. Sophie is just another woman to me, the kind of woman I like, true. I’m attracted to mature woman, that’s all, but it’s you I look up to as a mother figure, not Sophie.”

“You want to be with her, don’t you?”

“Yes, as a lover, not as a daughter, but she doesn’t want anything to do with me, all because of that damn picture with which my father steals my happiness even after his death.” Seeing Mom’s face, I said, “Sorry, Mom; I know he was your brother, but he was less than a father to me.”

“Yes, I know, my love; he had a wild streak and the one who acted as your father was really your pop, Jim.”

Mom, always the pragmatist, said, we should finish dinner and go to bed early; she was tired form the trip. It was then that I asked her how come she was in Boston, not that I wasn’t glad and thankful, and she told me that after talking with me on the phone the day before, Pop drove her to Des Moines Airport in the car, and waited with her until plane to Boston left before going back home. It had been a long night.


Mom had breakfast ready for me when I got up the next morning, and after a few minutes of talking, I decided to go to my job at the University and continue with my course. Besides having supper ready when I got home that evening, Mom had developed a plan on how I could find a way to connect me with Sophie. Jim, my pop, is who would be the required official help to gather the information we needed. She explained it to me; it would be like this; Pop would contact the agency where my father worked and would ask them to get him as much information as they could about the contacts he had with Argentine civilians, and whether he had any love relationships in that country. After so much time had passed, more than twenty years, they would want to know the reasons for such inquiries, of course. The reason was going to be the truth: a daughter who wanted to find the biological mother she didn’t know. The plan was good, but the difficulties were almost insurmountable.

All the agencies placed obstacles; they created problems for us and tried a fact as simple as the stay of an American official on foreign soil as if it were a state secret; well, for them, maybe it was, but it was only a family matter to us, nothing more, nothing less.

Pop Jim went and came back to and from Washington, DC, a half a dozen times in the next two months without results. They sent him from one office to another, from one building to the next, and he always got the same answer: ‘We couldn’t find anything in the archives; we’re very sorry’.

He carried a letter from the chairman of his political party in Iowa for his district’s Representative in the House with him the next time he went to DC. He explained the family situation to a secretary who scheduled an appointment for him the following day. The Rep told Pop that he would do everything he could to get him some answers, and also the name of someone in the American Embassy in Buenos Aires whom I could contact to get names and/or addresses.

My parents received a call to go to the Secretary of State two weeks later, and talked with an Assistant Secretary for Latin American affairs. Once there, the officer gave them a letter addressed to an employee at the embassy in Buenos Aires who would attend to me and would facilitate any needs that would arise.

That was the first phase; I now had to make plans. I took a pen and a notepad first thing, and started to think and write down everything I remembered that Sophie had told me in our talks about her city, friends, or her family. A name came to my mind like a flash, Maria de las Mercedes; yes, but what was her surname? Then I remembered it was always her friend’s name, never her family name, but I have another name, that of her gay son, and I was sure there wouldn’t be many of the gentry families of Argentina whose members had those two names. That would be a start; and if I find that family I had another name to use privately: Maria de las Mercedes’ lover, Susana, the ex-model.

The spring semester flew by and ended in last days of June, and I soon was on a plane to Buenos Aires, a very big city. I arrived at Ezeiza International Airport after a tiring thirteen hour flight; 12 hours and 20 minutes to be exact, at 10:45 Buenos Aires time. What with customs, baggage clearance, and getting transport for the eighteen mile trip to the city’s downtown and my hotel, it was half past noon when I got to see ‘la Avenida 9 de Julio’, (July 9th Avenue) the widest in the world with its imposing Obelisk in the well-known intersection with Corrientes Street. July is winter in the south, and it is very cold; no snow or anything like that, just cold from the winds coming from the Patagonia and the Antarctic.

I went to my hotel to get a bath and change in warmer clothes first thing. I went to a good pizzeria after that, and ate a wonderful pizza accompanied by a good draft beer. With a full stomach, I called the embassy number Pop had gotten for me in DC, and made an appointment for nine o’clock the next day.

Mr. Williamson’s office was on the second story of the embassy building, and his secretary escorted me in at nine on the dot. After the usual greetings and pleasantries, I told him what I needed and why. I gave him the names of the people I remembered, the name of my mother, Sophie Petrucci, and my father’s name. He excused himself and left his office. He came back full of apologies after more than half an hour, and told me all the information about my father was classified, but if I gave him a little time, not more than forty eight hours, he would get me all the information I needed.

An embassy messenger handed me a sealed envelope which contained the data I needed forty eight hours later. I studied my father’s dossier first, the part they wanted to give me, of course. There was the history of my biological parents, how they had met, and all that came after that. It was included my abduction and the search and pursuit by the Petrucci family. The rest were the addresses and phone numbers of the Argentine people I had asked for.

First thing I did that morning was dress as elegantly I could, take a taxi, and head to Barrio Parque Palermo Chico, the elegant residential district of Buenos Aires where my mother, Sophie, lives. The property was stunning to say the least. It’s the house of very rich people.

It’s a grand family mansion on 1,368 sqm (14,725 ft²) of land, with elegant interiors and architecture. It has a commanding position amongst Buenos Aires most prestigious inner-circle residences. Both the home and grounds offer an astonishing degree of privacy from the outside world; the glamorous decor fuses the splendor of times gone by with today’s modern conveniences. It has a grand entrance foyer, high ornate ceilings, parquet floors, original fireplaces, and wood-paneled walls. 6 bedrooms, one study/library, gym/hobby room, master suite with sunroom, dressing room, and luxury en-suite bathroom, and 4½ other bathrooms. Also it has manicured gardens, an indoor pool, and private driveway with a remote security gate and video entry. Amazing.

I rang the doorbell at the security gate and a security guard answered the call. “Si que desea”; I had a big problem, I don’t remember my native language, Spanish, and the guard didn’t understand English or Italian, so I did the only thing that popped into my head, I pulled paper and pen from my handbag and wrote my mother and my own names, and passed it through the bars of the gate. The man read the written names and with “Espere un momentito, por favor” went to the house.

It was cold in the empty street, where a strong wind made it seem even colder. I was starting to despair after waiting for fifteen minutes that someone would come to the door and tell me that nobody in the house knew me, when I saw the man coming back with a maid following him. He opened the gate and let me enter, closing it behind me.

The maid motioned for me to follow her and we went to the house. I almost turned around to return to my home in Boston as quickly as possible when she led me into the foyer. For the first time since Sophie had left me and Boston six months ago, I asked myself ‘what the hell I’m doing here?’ This isn’t my world; my world is Boston and my parents’ humble, but comfy, house in Fort Dodge, Iowa.

With a timid smile, the maid made hand signs motioning me to wait and pointed me to sit on a chair. I sat down and took a look around while nervously waiting. The richness of furniture, furnishings, made me wonder once again if I was right in traveling to Buenos Aires instead of Italy to spend my holidays, something I could still do. Time passed, I checked my watch and saw that it had been over fifteen minutes since I had sat down, and more than thirty minutes since I had rung the bell at the mansion’s gates. I decided enough was enough, and as I got up and went to the room door that would take me directly out the house and to the street, another door opened at my back and a voice said,

“Sorry to have you waiting, I had been in bed and had to prepare myself to receive visitors, I wasn’t expecting anybody.”

The voice seemed familiar, but I didn’t recognize it, so I turned around and a ghostly figure greeted me. It was my mother, Sophie but instead of the forty three year old beauty she was six months ago in Boston, she looked like a person of sixty-eight. I ran to her and tried to hug her, but her arms remained at her side and she didn’t return the hug or the kiss; her skin was as cold as that of death.

“Oh Mother, Mother, oh Sophie, what happened to you? Are you sick, is it something serious?” I asked her, still hugging her emaciated body.

I should clarify the reason for the use of the words ‘Mother’ and ‘Sophie’ to address her. I didn’t know what to call her at first. When we were practically strangers at the beginning, she asked me to call her ‘Sofia’, a name I anglicized to ‘Sophie’; then she started pushing me to call her ‘Mother’ when we were well into our sexual relationship. It was a thrill for me to call her ‘Mother’ when I was fisting the same uterus from where I was born; I don’t know it was so…perverse maybe? I knew it was an incestuous relationship abhorred by the Church and a big part of society, but I later found out it was more common than many people believe.

Afterwards the words ‘Mother’ and ‘Sophie” were intermingled in my mind and had the same meaning to me when we were fucking; they were one and the same person and synonymous to and I used them interchangeably.

She asked the question I knew was coming instead of answering me, but all the naive answers I had flew from my mind, “What brings you here, and in the middle of winter, no less.”

“I came to see and be with you, if possible,” was my answer.

A torn and cracked laugh came out from inside her throat, “Well, you can see what you did to me, and as for being with me, I thought you were a literature professor, not a registered nurse,” as a raspy cough ended her words.

“Oh Mother, Sophie…”

“Sofia, my name here is Sofia,” was her cold rebuttal.

“Okay, Sooofia, I love you with all my heart, I…”

“You can’t love me, maybe you did lust after me in a perverted way before; do you lust for me now?”

“But that’s not true. I did love you and still love you. Why do you think I came here? I was looking for you. I continuously tried to contact you all this time, and you… you rejected me as you’re doing now. I do love you, and how you look doesn’t matter to me. I love you as a person and I always will.”

I was silently crying and could feel my many tears rolling down my cheeks. We were still standing and I could see she didn’t want me there. No hugs, or any other displays of affection, came my way.

“I don’t want to tire you; may I come to visit tomorrow or the day after? I really do want to be with you; you know that I love you. I’m in love with you.” Mine was a cry, I was desperately trying to break the silence and reestablish the kind of connection we had before.

“Yes, I’m very tired; you’d better go and if you have a phone number, please write it on a paper and I’ll give you a call when I feel better.” She then rang the bell calling the maid.

“María, por favor acompaña a la señorita, ah, y no estoy para nadie” (Mary, please accompany the lady to the gates, ah, and I’m not in for anybody).

“Si Señora” (yes Madam); and motioned me to follow her with hand signs again.

Once on the wooded street again I was feeling lost as if nothing made any sense anymore. I didn’t even know where I was, and I don’t mean the streets of Buenos Aires. The world made no sense to me, and I thought I was going crazy for a moment. The earth started to rapidly spin beneath my feet, and an excruciating nausea filled my gut.

I slowly walked to the next avenue to get a taxi and go back to the hotel. I went to my room to wait once there, but wait for what? I didn’t know. I knew nothing; my mind was a blur, chaotic, and empty at that moment.

I waited for the phone call that never came for several days. I was lucky a wind and rain storm was unleashed over Buenos Aires during those days that allowed me to be in my room, not catching anyone’s attention. I thought and thought about how to take my mother out of the emotional freezer she was in. I couldn’t find an answer; who would she talk to if she wouldn’t talk to me? The answer was right in front of my nose. Who were her best friends, and almost the only one lately? Maria de las Mercedes Urdangarain, the woman who helped change Sophie’s life.

I looked for her phone number and address in the dossier the embassy man had given me; I called Maria de las Mercedes home around noon the next day. It was a wintry day with dark clouds in the skies. I had tried to improve a little my Spanish in the most elementary way during the days I had been in the big splendid city, like asking for directions, for my food, or by asking for a person by phone, so when the maid or whoever she was answered my call, I said, “Quierro hablarr con la signora Maria de las Mercedes, please.” I later learned that everyone had fun with my pronunciation of the ‘r’; it has a soft sound and is mostly used with only one ‘r’ in Spanish.

The horrible pronunciation and the English word ‘please’ at the end aroused Maria’s curiosity, and she herself came to answer the phone. In perfect English (every old moneyed person in Argentina has had an education in two or three languages) she asked, “Yes, who’s speaking, please?” She had a slight British accent like Sofia.

I answered her “I beg your pardon; my name is Marie, I’m from Boston in the United States, and I know you through your friend, Sofia Petrucci…”

She cut off me to tell me, “Yes, I know where Boston is, but she went to Boston to be with you and she isn’t in Buenos Aires. Where are you calling from?”

“I’m calling from my hotel room; it’s a local call.”

There was a heavy silence on the other side of the line, but I could hear heavy breathing before she softly asked me, “Do you know where she is?”

“Yes, but I can’t speak on the phone. I need to talk to you personally and in private.”

I almost could hear Maria thinking, and then she said, “You don’t know Buenos Aires, do you?”

“No, only just a couple streets around my hotel. You may come here to my room, but I would prefer you do not. I could go any place that’s private you decide on, and what I have to tell you may take a couple hours or more.”

“So much?” it sounded very formal British.

“Yeah,” I sounded, very Midwestern.

“Why don’t you come to my home for tea this afternoon?”

“Yes, that would be very convenient.”

“Is four thirty alright with you? If so, would you mind taking note of my address?”

She told me the address I have in my dossier. I asked the doorman for a taxi at four. I was dressed in an elegant, but severe, business suit as befits a university professor, and I went to see her who was my only hope of regaining my love, and my love regaining her health.

I won’t describe Maria de las Mercedes’ home; suffice it to say that Sofia’s mansion seemed like a middle class Arkansas farm when compared to it. I rang the bell on the gates at four twenty five on the dot. A doorman rapidly appeared this time and asked for my name. He opened the big latticed gate without a word when I told him who I was, and took me to the house after closing it.

A middle-aged elegant woman, around forty five, was waiting at the mansion door, looking as if she were going to a soirée in La Casa Rosada (The Pink House) seat of the Argentinean government, instead of having the tea with a completely unknown young American woman in her own house. This was the same woman who had first tested and tasted, then aroused Sofia’s appetite to be fisted. I should thank her for that. Seeing her so lady-like stance, so above mere mortals, you would never guess the depth of her sexual appetite and the refinement with which she carried it out.

“Please come in. You must be Marie from Boston, welcome; I’m Maria de las Mercedes and very pleased to know you.”

“Yes, I come from Boston, and my real name is Maria del Lujan Foster Petrucci…”

A puzzled look, full of confusion, was reflected on my hostesses’ aristocratic face for a few seconds, then she put two and two together fast as light, and her face went pale at the implications, “So you are her…”

“Yes, I’m her daughter, her biological daughter…”

A door opened at that moment, and a beautiful woman entered the foyer from the back of the house. She was around thirty, and she should belong in it by her words.

“Excuse me, Maria I didn’t know you were with someone; I’ll wait for you inside.”

“No, no, my dear, come. I want to introduce you to my dear friend Sophia’s daughter from the U.S.”

“Oh my God, is she…”

“Yes, she is. Let’s go to the tea room where it will be quiet enough to speak.”

We went to the room without another word. Tea was already served, accompanied by small sandwiches, sweet pastries, and pies all on silver service and cutlery. Once seated around a small table Maria asked, “Has Sofia talked to you about…us, Marie?

I nodded.

“Well, let me introduce you to Susana, my husband/wife, my lover, and everything in between. Since we’re going to talk about what happened between you and your mother in Boston, I want Susana to be here and hear everything you have to say. We have no secrets from each other, and she can help us find a solution to this problem. Do you agree?

I was mute and nodded again. We sipped our tea while I collected my thoughts and thought about how to relate everything that had happened. I decided to use an impersonal method, the same one I use to teach my students about Dante’s Inferno in class, so I began to tell the story.

“Maybe you know I was abducted when I was six years old by my own father, an American Embassy official …,” then I proceed to tell them all about my life, my foster parents, Mom and Pop, their home, the little town in the middle of Iowa, my teen years and my problems, my shyness, and the way I looked for and found my sexuality.

I talked about Italy, my master’s degree in modern Latin languages, and how I’m a professor of literature at Northeastern University in Boston. I stopped to take a sip of tea, and when I looked around, I saw it was already evening since it was almost dark outside.

I excused myself for taking so long, and told them I wouldn’t intrude on them anymore. I said that I would be grateful if they would get me a taxi to go to my hotel.

Maria de las Mercedes seemed to come out of a dream with my words. “Are you out of your mind? You’re not intruding; we will be served dinner here in fact, and you can continue telling us your story, “Isn’t that true, my dear?” she asked Susana.

So with dinner served and the doors locked, I continued telling my story. I told them how Sofia and I had met via the internet. Maria knew this part of the story, but not Susana, so I told it for her, then came the time when Sofia came to Boston to meet me. Maria de las Mercedes then pushed me, “Details, Lady, I want details, a minute by minute account…” Susana who had remained silent until now, with only slight interruptions, interrupted her lover with loving severity this time,

“Be careful, my love, it must be very painful for her to remember this part of her life, and don’t forget that we are two strangers to her.”

“Yes, you’re right, as always. Please tell us what happened and leave out the most intimate aspects of the relationship you may want.”

So I did; I told them our Christmas with my parents, and the dreadful noontime she found my father’s picture in my dresser. I told them of her reaction when she found out I was her daughter, her rejection of me, and how she had disappeared from my house and my life without even saying goodbye.

The silence could be cut with a knife when I ended my story. I looked at the grandfather clock and saw that it was well past midnight. I tried to get up and get going when Maria de las Mercedes stopped me with a wave of her hand, and turning to Susana said,

“Would you be kind enough to fetch some coffee from the kitchen, my love? I’ll look for the cognac; we have things to decide about what we’re going to do with Sofia tonight. We can’t leave her alone and sick; we need to help her out of that situation, don’t you think?”

“Yes, I agree, I’ll go and bring the coffee.”

With a cup of coffee and a cognac sniffer for each of us, we started to make plans on how to get Sofia out from her emotional morass by reasoning, by helping her to understand her emotions, and not forcing her to do anything that she wasn’t willing to. We made and discarded one plan after the other, and we decided in the end that it was best that her old friend, Maria de las Mercedes, should be the one to initiate the rapprochement. As it was more than two hours past midnight, not as late by Buenos Aires habits as I would have the opportunity to learn later, Maria and Susana took her car and drove me to my hotel.

Maria de las Mercedes would go to her friend’s house the next morning and begin the psychological work. I would stay on the sidelines while waiting for the results. I met with both Maria and Susana in a luxurious establishment for tea ten days later. It was almost the end of July. The news wasn’t good; Sofia slightly recovered physically but not mentally, and didn’t want to see me.

My eyes misted at the news, and only a few tears rolled down my cheeks, because I was running out of tears to mourn my lost love as the days went by. Despair became my first name, and Maria de las Mercedes saw with alarm that I was giving up and told me, “Please don’t give up yet, Marie; let me try for a few more days.”

Sniffling with my tears, I said, “I can’t be here forever; I have to return to Boston in a few days. It makes no sense for me to lose my post at Northeastern and my career for nothing. Forgive me; I appreciate everything you and Susana are doing and how good you have been to me.”

“What’s the last day that you can leave for Boston?”

“I must sign my courses by the tenth of August If I want to get them on the schedule for the next semester, so I must leave on the eight to be on time.”

“OK, we have almost two weeks; I’m going to shake Sofia out of her miseries as if a tornado has hit her squarely on the face.”

I don’t know how she did it, but by the end of the week, Sofia had agreed to go alone with me to the Maria de las Mercedes family’s summer house at a seaside resort city called Mar del Plata.

We were in the middle of the winter and it was very cold outside, and in my case inside my body, as well.


It was very cold in Maria de las Mercedes family summer house in Mar del Plata, but the city itself, with only the citizens who live there year round, is very welcoming in spite of the cold. The people are very friendly, as it’s their way of life; a seaside resort that lives from tourism, water sports, and theater shows half the year.

Maria de las Mercedes and Susana, who had brought us in their cars, took care of turning the central heating system on, then went to the nearest supermarket and brought us supplies for at least fifteen days, showed us where everything was, said goodbye, and left for Buenos Aires before it was too late in the evening. They took Maria’s car and left us Susana’s so we had transportation since the house was in a gated country about ten kilometers from the city center. It was an ideal place to reflect on our lives and what we want from life in the future, about who are we, and especially who we want to be. It was a silent place near the sea, with tall pines surrounding the house.

An awkward silence descended upon us when we were alone at last. Only the wind blowing through the trees was felt, so I decided to take the responsibility upon myself to break the ice regarding our situation.

“It’s getting late and we should eat something before we go to bed, Sofia.”

“I’m not hungry; a glass of milk would be fine.” She was uninterested.

Then I knew what I should do; I was going to reverse the roles and act like a mother with her sick daughter, look after her, and force her to eat and take her medicines.

“No way, Lady, you tell me what do you want to eat, and I’m talking about solid food, capishi?”

I told her with my best no nonsense voice.

She looked startled and then the shadow of a smile fleetingly crossed her lips.

“Alright, Nurse; an omelet with herbs and a glass of milk, will you consider that food enough?”

I laughed at her words and told her it was OK for that night, what with the travel and everything else. I made two big omelets, put a glass of milk for her and a glass of wine for me on the table, and we ate in silence. I was hungry and finished in a few minutes. When I lifted my head to take a sip of wine, I saw that Sofia was fiddling with the food almost without tasting it.

I told her, “Please, Mother, you must eat, the food is getting cold.”

She was completely apathetic, and as she moved the fork around the food on the dish, she told me in a very low voice, “Don’t call me ‘mother’.”

I was devastated; here we go again. She softly set the fork on the table and murmured, “I’m going to bed, good night,” before I could say anything.

I was left alone in the kitchen of a quiet house in an unknown city of a strange country, not even knowing the country’s language, and with a woman, my biological mother, who was my former lover and who was sick in body and soul, and didn’t want me or want to live. I couldn’t avoid it; tears suddenly were rolling down my cheeks and my anguished sobs broke the silence. Trying not to make any noise and not knowing where Sofia was sleeping, I took some blankets from a closet and without undressing I lay down to sleep on a divan dressed as I was. Sleep was elusive; I cried and cried as silently as I could, but sobs tore my chest apart and it was almost dawn before I fell into a restless sleep.

I dreamt and dreamt about Sophie, Mom and Pop, and shadows coming for me, demons coming for me, I screamed and screamed that I was not guilty, it was a nightmare after nightmare I just wanted to love and be loved and then when I was screaming Sophie save meeee…I woke up.

I was sobbing, frightened, shaking, drenched in sweat, with the blankets lying on the floor and my clothes twisted and pushed up my body. I felt something like a claw shaking my shoulder which increased my fright. I then heard a soft voice calling my name and telling me not to be afraid, not anymore.

When I fully awoke from my nightmare I perceived a loving form at my side whose hand was lovingly shaking me by the shoulder and lulling me, “Shhhhh, shhhhh, my love, Mommy is here; don’t be afraid. We’re going to be together forever, shhhhh, shhhhh, ahhh, ahhh…” and with that, I fell into a restful sleep.

It was the afternoon and I was disoriented when I awoke. It seemed that I had slept for almost ten hours. I felt a was dreaming again for a moment, then I thought no, I’m not dreaming; I’m awake, but in Fort Dodge at my parents’ home, and my mom was preparing my favorite breakfast. Then I became aware that I was in Argentina, in Mar del Plata with my sick Sophie, so who was cooking my favorite breakfast?

I got up from the couch, smelling like a pig, with all the bones and muscles of my body aching. I went to the bathroom; I undressed my soiled and wrinkled clothes and took a wonderful hot shower. With no clean underwear at hand, I got a bathrobe from the closet and went to the kitchen, following the trail of the cooking smell.

My surprise was complete; there at the stove cooking and softly singing in Spanish, with a florid apron over her housecoat, was Sofia, my mother. My mouth was hanging open when she must have felt my vibes and turning her head, greeted me, “Good night, Sleepyhead, are OK you now?

My inane answer was, “What time is it?” as if that were the important thing, not the change in Sofia from some hours ago.

“Almost seven in the evening; it gets dark early during the winter.”

Then I had to ask about her sudden change of attitude. “How do you feel now mo…er, Sofia, are you feeling better?”

“You may call me ‘Mother’ if that’s in your heart, Marie, and yes, I’m feeling a little better thanks to you, Maria de las Mercedes, and Susana for being patient with me and making me see the light; now sit at the table and eat while I tell you a little story.”

“I’m not going to tell you what happened in Boston; you were there, but I’m going to tell you what happened afterwards. When I left your Boston home in the predawn that day, I got in a taxi I had called and went to the airport and flew to Miami. I was emotionally destroyed.” She stopped for a moment as if trying to clear her mind.

“Don’t forget that I was educated in a Catholic nun’s school where everything sexual is a sin. If normal sex for pleasure is a sin, being gay or lesbian is a sin with capital letters. If enjoying sex in any manner is a sin, what do you think of my mind fighting my interior demons being with you, a lesbian, and having sex with you? I had to think it wasn’t a sin. I convinced myself after I knew of Maria de las Mercedes’ experience and how it changed her life. If Maria could be happy, I have the same right.” She stopped again, bitterly laughing.

“Oh my, I did everything the nuns taught me; I was a good Catholic and married, twice. That’s not very Catholic you know; the Church wouldn’t annul my marriage to your father even after he disappeared with you and couldn’t be found, so I divorced him in Uruguay; Argentina didn’t have a divorce law at the time. I remarried and he became abusive. It was good that I had a lot of money so I could buy him out of my life.”

I was enthralled with her story and she seemed to be feeling better with every minute she talked. My poor mother, how unfortunate her life had been. She continued, “I was loveless; all my money couldn’t buy me a second of happiness; but I was an heiress, and therefore much sought after by men. I couldn’t imagine there was another kind of world until Maria de las Mercedes discovered it for her and for me.”

She was expurgating her demons with every word, breaking free of the shackles that had been imposed on her since childhood.

“I was afraid nonetheless, very afraid. Something in my brain repeated, you’re sinning, you’re sinning, like a mantra. A friend told me that it is very difficult to free oneself from that kind of fanatic indoctrination, then the miracle of Maria finding Susana and fucking first and then making love, they fall in love, and they were and are happy, very happy. I told myself ‘why not me’ and I was afraid, yet I looked on the net and found you and you know the rest.”

I was deeply touched; here was my mother baring her soul as if she were before an altar; cleansing it of all the garbage that they have instilled in her from an early age.

“Yes, Mother, but why did you go berserk when you saw my father’s picture? That’s what I can’t understand; why did you reject me; we were happy together. You broke all connections with me and didn’t even want to see me when I came looking for you. Something inside you had to be wrong because you weren’t content and seemed to me that you wanted to die.”

“Yes, I was sick, you don’t know how sick. You weren’t educated as a Catholic, were you?”

“No, I wasn’t, I didn’t even go to the Episcopalian church in my town very often when I was young, and I stopped going altogether when I went to college.”

“Well, you can’t understand me then. I had defeated my inner demons, or so I thought, and went looking for you. Do you know why? It was because I was in love with you. Yes, don’t look me as if I’m insane, I was madly in love with you. I had even left everything here prepared for my lengthy absence. I was very happy with you, then that picture made something in my mind snap. I was having sex with my own daughter; how could God be so cruel? I still believed in God; I found someone who loved me and it was my long lost daughter.”

“And last night, I couldn’t sleep last night and heard you wandering around the house in the dark…”

“I wasn’t wandering; I didn’t know which room you were in and didn’t want to disturb you in your sleep.”

“I wasn’t sleeping; I was thinking. Thinking of Maria’s words and the meaning of your presence here looking for me, then I heard your weeping and sobbing in your uneasy sleep all night, your nightmares, and your cries asking for help, my help, calling my name and something broke inside me again. Someone needed me, my daughter needed me, my lover needed me, and I became aware that I needed you all of a sudden, that I wanted to be with you, so I came to your side.”

She fell into a long silence and I was afraid she was returning to her previous state of mind, and I started to get nervous as the minutes passed. Then she looked at me, and her eyes, her beautiful eyes were clear, and with a strong voice she asked me the question I least expected:

“Do you still love me, Marie? As a woman, I mean; do you still want to make love to me?”

“Oh Sofia, Mother, whatever; yes of course, I never stopped loving you. How could I?”

“Would you mind if we slowly return to our relationship. If we take it easy in the carnal aspect, just until I recover.”

“Oh, of course I don’t mind, I’m so happy. I’ll take good care of you; don’t worry, we’ll go slowly. I love you so much, Mother, I don’t want to lose you again.”

We hugged and kissed as lovers again for the first time in months. We called Maria de las Mercedes to tell her the good news; that we were going to abuse her hospitality and stay in Mar del Plata for a couple more weeks. We heard her shouts of joy on the line as she called Susana to pick up the extension so she could hear the news.

“Take your time; you have all the time in the world. Let us know when you two are both ready for visitors and we’ll come down there and stay a few days if that doesn’t bother you.”

“Of course not; we’ll be glad to have you with us, in your house, hee, hee, hee, and bye.”

As a way to accelerate the process of Sofia’s recovery we took a walk under the trees in the surroundings of the house every day. Then we took the car and went to the seafront promenade, breathing the clean salty sea air and we went down to the beach one cold day to walk on the sand near the seashore, with cold foaming water licking and wetting our boots.

It was cold, what with the Antarctic wind blowing hard, but that was the least of my worries with the company that I had. I was happy. We walked quite a ways…maybe a mile or more, far from the car. I slipped my arm around Mother’s waist at some point, and she leaned into me as we walked, resting her head against my chest, her body feeling warm, almost feverish against me. The full moon seemed to follow us, and a small thought flickered through my mind that the moon surely should have begun to wane since our first walk on the beach, but it still looked as full and as brilliant as that first night. That thought was soon lost as more pressing matters weighed on my mind; all regarding the woman I was holding so intimately.

We stopped at the surf’s edge, the waves gently rolling in, and Mother stared up at the gibbous moon and murmured, “It’s so beautiful…so lovely.”

I gently reached out and took Mother’s arm and turned her so she was facing me. I slowly ran a hand up her arm, my fingers trailing over her neck soft skin… and finally stroking her cheek. “You’re beautiful, Mother,” I said, in a gentle but stern voice. “You are the loveliest woman I’ve ever seen.”

I felt Mother shiver again as her arms rose up and slipped around my waist. She slowly leaned into me as if she needed me to support herself. I felt her heart beating very fast within her breast, and she almost seemed to vibrate with expectant energy as she whispered, “Oh, Marie, my lover, my daughter.”

We stood embracing for what seemed hours, indifferent to the cold and the wind, not speaking as we looked into each other’s eyes, until our mouths finally seemed to move closer, as if drawn together by some irresistible force. Mother’s lips pressed against mine, soft, warm, and open. I instinctively slipped my tongue into her mouth, only to have it greeted by hers…a muffled moan escaping from her as we kissed as we had both longed to kiss.

Mother tasted sweet, almost citrus-like, as our tongues curled around each other’s, slowly sliding their wet, soft flesh against each other. I pulled her tighter against me, even as she tightened her grip around my waist. We feasted on each other’s lips like starving beings, hungrily kissing passionately as our tongues kept us linked, neither of us closing our eyes, our gazes as tightly locked as our lips were.

I felt Mother shiver in my arms; I didn’t know if from fear, passion, or both. She began to sag, her legs unable to support her, and I slowly lowered us both to our knees so that we knelt in the soft sand, never ending our kiss. Mom brought one arm up and stroked my face, then ran her fingers through my hair before curling her arm around my neck, making little contented sighs as we continued to kiss. For my part, my hands worked circles on her back, feeling the tension there. I slowly slid them down to her lower back, and back up, then down again, not pausing this time until my hands were cupping her buttocks, now wet from the water that swirled around us.

I took Mother by the arms and lifted her, “Let’s go home, my love, lest we get sick.” With that, we joyously ran to the car, home, and bed; in that order.

It was so different this time. We went to the master bedroom, quickly undressed, and donned robes until the house warmed up. I opened my arms for her and her body melted into me. Her body seemed to gently vibrate, like a cat purring, and her eyes locked with mine for several precious moments before we kissed. There was no money, no worrying, no acting, no times, arrangements, negotiations, or ‘what do you want to do?’ I didn’t feel like I had to fill a lifetime of fantasies in one night. I had already done that.

Now it was just the sweetness of our togetherness. Now it was affection, tenderness, love, and desire.

My body remembered hers, and hers mine. When we finally took a break from our kissing to speak, I went and nestled myself against her still bounteous breasts, kissing the soft pliant flesh. I looked up at her.

“How can you be sure?” she quietly asked me. “You really haven’t known me that long.”

I looked up from her pillow-like breasts for only a moment, and assuredly replied. “Everything with you was different from the moment we started making love that day. You spontaneously wanting things, and the way you asked for them, so unafraid… that was everything I’ve been looking for in a lover.”

“And then,” she said, her face breaking into a smile, “You fulfilled a fantasy of mine, a strong one, in a way that no one has ever come close to doing. It was like you understood everything I needed.”

I smiled back. “You mean… the fisting?”

She nodded, and both of us shared a giggle remembering it.

“And maybe it wasn’t just the way that worked,” she went on, her fingers playing with strands of my still damp hair, “But the way everything worked. Not just the sex, I mean, ‘acting’ like we did with your mom and pop at Christmas was actually fun, because it was for you. I liked them too, and I felt privileged to be part of your family celebration,”

I laughed and shook my head. “That was one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen; that Italian tutor performance.”

She smiled, but I could tell that she was trying to explain something important. “Yeah… I was good at it, but I was happy that your mom liked me, and I was happy that you were happy. Damn, I’ve never been so happy with a lover. Well, I haven’t had that many lovers, just two men and you, and you’re the best by a long shot. We did so much and spent so much good ‘hanging out’ time together too, you know. Walking together, and all that, made me feel like ‘I’m in heaven’?”

She was right. We covered an awful lot of ground in that time, and none of it was forced. Once I had gotten the ball rolling on the internet, it somehow felt like all of this was supposed to happen. I felt like I would have met Sofia some other way, and I ended up eating pizza and watching TV with her under a blanket. It was like fate, which had recently been pretty cruel to us, decided we deserved a gift. I looked at her and let her voice resonate in my head. Oh my God, what a gift she was.

“Oh, Honey,” Mom sighed, “I’m so happy you want me again!”

“I never stop wanting you, loving you, and wanting you by my side.”

“Do you want to make love, my lover?”

“Yes, but only if you’re feeling well; I can wait if not. We’ll start slowly, very slowly, if you’re feeling well, as if we were a newly married couple and this was their first time, OK?”

“Yes, I agree. I’m a little tired, but I desperately want to make love anyway.”


My mind snapped out of the trance I was falling into with her words, and as I looked at her, I suddenly realized how much I wanted her. She was by no means the woman she had been six months ago, but the innocence and virtue that seemed to flow from her overwhelmed me. I wanted to feel her exploring me as if she was touching a woman with lust for the first time in her life. I moved up close and put my arms around her. I was about an inch taller than her, so we matched up well as our eyes met.

“Kiss me,” I softly said to her.

She closed her eyes without another word, and her lips parted slightly as we moved closer until I felt her mouth against mine. Her lips were warm and soft, and she didn’t hold back once she committed. It was like she had finally let her guard down and released her pent up desires all at once. God, it was so passionate! She put her arms around me and pulled me in even tighter to her, our tongues touching and playing. She gasped, with a look of bewilderment on her face when we finally we parted.

“Oh my God, it’s as good as it was!” she softly exclaimed, more to herself than to me.

It wasn’t an expression of regret, but rather one of amazement and wonder. She leaned forward and we kissed again, with even more passion if that were possible this time. I felt her hand move down my back and then she gingerly cupped my butt in her hands. My own hands felt their way to her front, and I struggled to undo the belt of her robe until I was finally able to get it open. My hands worked their way into the elastic back of her silk hose, then down inside her panties, until I had her bare ass in my hands. Even though it was thinner than when I had held it before, it wasn’t gross or anything like that. Sofia was a little underweight, but I wouldn’t classify her as skinny by any means.

“I can’t believe I’m holding your ass again,” I whispered in her ear.

“Mmmmm, I want you to hold a lot more than that,” she softly responded, as I grabbed onto her ass and pulled it towards me. “Undress me,” I whispered to her.

Sofia let go of me and stepped back just enough to be able to see my front. I noticed her hands were shaking just a little as she lifted them to undo the belt of my robe. She then unsnapped the square brackets of my bra and took it off. She tried to lower my panties down, but they were so tight that she had to struggle to get them down my legs. She was so weak that I finally had to help her and then she lowered them down once they cleared my butt and I stepped out of them.

“Oh, Marie, you’re so beautiful,” she said, in a voice filled with emotion. I thought she would cry for a moment. “How could anyone as pretty as you ever want me?” she asked, a tear starting to form in her eye.

I didn’t say a word; I was going to demonstrate her how much I love her. So I started to slowly undress her, taking my time, taking one piece off at a time, instead of saying something trite. She just stood there as I did; I took her the robe off and she stood just in her white bra, hose, and white granny panties (yes, she had changed). I started to pull her hose and panties down, but she grabbed me by the shoulders. I looked up at her as she struggled to speak.

“I wasn’t lying to you when I said I am a little tired and weak,” she said, in a shaky voice. “I really I don’t know if I can go through with this.”

“It’s OK, Mother,” I said, in a soothing voice, “You’re a beautiful woman and I want you, but we’ll just cuddle and go to sleep if you don’t feel like making love tonight.”

“No, no, go ahead.” Her voice was weak, but full of desire. I resumed pulling her panties down, and she didn’t resist this time. Her panties revealed her pussy as they moved down, and I smiled as I saw that it was as bushy as before. I know for sure that she had never trimmed it in her entire life.

Maybe she’s so self-conscious about her pussy that even trimming it is too –naughty– for her; maybe her education has something to do with that. I wondered if she and her second husband enjoyed oral sex. I know for a fact that my father didn’t. Her panties cleared her full ass and I pulled them down to her bare feet, then she gingerly stepped out of them. I stood up, holding her panties, put them to my face, and drew in a deep breath.

“Mmmmm, you smell as delicious as ever,” I whispered.

She looked at me for just a moment, her face crimson red, but didn’t say a word. I dropped her soiled panties on the floor and moved behind her. Her bra had more than twice as many snaps as mine, and it was plainly easier for me to undo since I could see what I was doing. I quickly unsnapped it and then moved back around to the front, where she dropped her arms, letting the bra slide off and down to the floor, releasing her ample boobs.

“They’re not nearly as firm as yours are, or as they were not so long ago, Marie,” she said.

I just smiled and cupped them in my hand. They were definitely the largest boobs I had ever held. “Don’t worry; they will stand as firm as ever before when you put meat on your bones.” They sagged a little bit, but that had as much to do with their DD size as anything else. They felt hefty but soft and warm in my hands, as any natural boobs feel.

I leaned down and took her right nipple in my mouth, gently pulling on it and running my tongue in circles around it. I was pleased to hear her softly moaning as she responded to my ministrations. I used both hands to gently massage and caress the boob I was sucking, as my mouth did most of the work.

“Oh, that feels so good, Marie!” she said a little louder and more firmly now. Her nipple swelled and hardened, and I gently took it between my teeth and lightly tugged on it while my tongue licked the tip. I switched to her other breast after a while and repeated the same sequence there until both of her nipples were rock hard, wet, and sensitive.

I stood up, took her by the hand, and gently, but firmly pulled her to the master bed. She threw the covers back and we lay on the soft sheets in the center of the bed. She was on her back, so I lay to the side and slightly on top of her so I could continue my work on her huge breasts and not create any discomfort for her with my weight.

I looked down her gaunt body, and admired her as I did. She had had lost weight, but had somehow managed to keep it distributed in such a way as to not seem skinny. There were some bones showing, but just a little less meat in most places. She continued to be a very sexy looking mom all in all! Looking down her smooth stomach, I saw the hairy mound of pubic hair rising between her legs, and I couldn’t wait to bury my face in it!

I slowly traced my fingers down Sofia’s stomach, running them sideways, back and forth, such that I moved a little further down towards my goal with each pass. She jumped and giggled when my fingertips lightly touched her side once, just below her belly button. I like teasing her.

She rather sheepishly said, “You know that I’m very ticklish right there.”

I just looked up at her and smiled with my eyes as I, keeping her nipple in my mouth, continued my teasingly slow exploration. I finally brushed against the start of her pubic line, and I felt the coarse black hair as my hand passed by. My hand stopped in the center, and I pushed downwards until my fingers were intertwined with her long pussy hair. I had always loved the feel of her black pubic hair between my fingers. It had such a different texture and feel, and the stiff curls in it pulled through my fingers as I stroked it. I was just barely above her clit when her hand suddenly clasped mine and held it in place.

“I’ve been waiting to be touched there by you again,” she whispered, in a quivering voice.

Her legs were together as I pushed my fingers between her thighs. I felt them part as she spread her legs when I pressed harder, allowing me to reach between them for easy access to her pussy. After so long, my hand finally cupped her pussy once again, my palm on top of her clit, with my fingers extended downward over her pussy lips. I pressed my entire hand against her to apply an even pressure over her entire crotch, pulling upward and gently moving my hand to massage her.

I decided to be very careful as if this were the first time, which in some way it was, and enable her to get used to my touch again. I wanted that there was no chance of escape this time as she must be mine forever.

I ever so slowly let my fingers begin to work their way between her pussy lips, my hand still moving between her thighs. Mmmmm, they were already wet and my fingers easily slid between them. I ran my fingertips over her pussy, down to her wrinkled star, before pulling back up over her pussy, continuing upwards until I just grazed her clit. She jumped on the bed.

“Oh my God, that feels so good, Marie.” I had forgotten how good it is, Sofia gasped, as my finger began to run circles around her clit.

I put two fingers in her, one on each side of her clit and gently massaged it. Her hips began to slowly gyrate under me, and I adjusted the speed of my fingers to match her movements, circling in the opposite direction of her hips.

My fingers moved down after a while, and keeping my palm pressed against her clit, I pressed my middle finger against her pussy’s outer opening. Her legs spread even further apart as I watched my hand playing with her, my finger slowly pushing its way into her inner pussy. I started to make small circles when I was inside up to my first knuckle, running my finger around the opening of her pussy.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh…,” was all Sofia was able to say by now, and I was getting wetter by the second at seeing how I was getting her turned on again.

Encouraged by her response, I released her nipple and licked my way down to her belly button, at which point I used my tongue to circle around, licking her abdomen’s soft skin. I pulled my hand from her pussy, put my fingers to my nose, and took in her wet pussy’s sweet smell. It seemed that Mother’s pussy smell got more distinctive and stronger the older she got. There were times I could even smell my prudish mom, if she was particularly hot about something, just by sitting next to her back in Fort Dodge.

Getting up on my knees, I let go of mother’s nipple with my other hand, then twisted and crawled around until I was between her legs. I looked at her as she watched me intently, her head supported by a pillow. I could tell from the look on her face that she knew what I was about to do, and my heart skipped a beat as I realized she was accepting me again and doing nothing to discourage me.

I kept my eyes locked on hers as my head slowly moved downward until it was between her legs. I could smell the musky odor of her pussy even this far away, and I glanced down and smiled as I saw it glistening in the bedroom’s dim light. I turned my head to the side and kissed the inner part of her thigh, letting my tongue run up and down on it, as my lips kissed her every couple of inches. Her skin was so smooth, and she softly moaned, her hands to her sides flat on the bed, as she lifted her hips and slowly rotated them for me. She hadn’t forgotten.

Looking her in the eyes again, I moved forward until my face felt the outer fringes of her hairy cunt, then I reached out with my tongue until it just touched her pussy. She is very hairy, and I had just started to use my hand to spread it apart when her hands reached down and pushed her bushy hair out of the way, spreading her pussy open for me in the process. I looked down then, and saw her full pussy lips pulled apart, exposing her swollen clit, which was pushing out of its hiding place like a hard little dick for the world to see. I took it into my mouth, gently pulling on it between my lips as I had done to her nipples earlier.

“Oh my God, Marie,” my mother gasped, as I felt her body stiffening.

I pushed my middle finger back inside of her as I sucked on her clit, and slowly stroked it in and out of her as if she were being fucked. She let go of her pussy and took her breasts in her hands, massaging them as she watched me lick her pussy. The more I licked her, the louder her moans became. She was definitely en route to old times.

As I fucked her with one finger first, then with two, she started to hump like she was actually being fucked to the point where it was hard for me to keep my mouth on her clit. She then put both her hands on my head and pushed me down tight onto her pussy, while arching her back and driving her hips up into my face at the same time.

“Don’t stop… Oh fuck, don’t stop now… I’m going to cum,” she cried out, as she grabbed my head like it was a melon and pressed me into her.

I kept going as if I were a machine, running my tongue on her clit and licking her pussy. She suddenly froze and I didn’t even hear her breathing. Her pussy gushed fluids out at me, and she let a huge breath out as she cried out a few seconds later. She held her hips up, quickly bounced down, then pushed them up again, and held them against my face, repeating this several times as her orgasm wracked her body. Her legs squeezed my head as she tightly held me to her pussy, and I actually wondered for a moment if I was ever going to be able to breathe again.

She finally literally collapsed on the bed, her arms and legs flat, and her chest heaving as she gasped for air. I moved to her side and crawled up to be alongside her, then lay next to her so that our bodies were pressed against each other along their full length. She felt like she was on fire, and her skin was very hot, almost feverish and slick, with a thin film of sweat covering her. Her eyes were closed and her face was flushed beet red as she breathed heavily. I leaned over and softly kissed her on the lips, and her eyes opened. I leaned back and smiled at her as she grinned up at me.

“Well…?” I whispered to her.

“God, that was better than I remembered, my love”

she said, in a raspy voice, “I don’t remember cumming like that before, not even with you.”

I gave her a wink and a peck on the cheek, and with a sly grin, said, “As they used to say, nobody can lick a mother’s pussy like her daughter.”

“Damn, you can say that again,” she replied, as her cheeks puffed out and she released another long breath.

We kissed again and her tongue ran over my lips and touched mine as we played like little girls exploring each other for the first time. I then reminded myself that, in a way, that’s what it actually was for her and for me after what had happened.

She turned on her side and we took each other in our arms, and just kissed for the longest time. Her large breasts pressed against mine and I felt a tingle in mine as her hard nipples brushed my own. Her hands wandered over me like a boy in a drive-in theatre groping a girl for the first time, running through my hair, down my back, and cupping my ass in her hand. She finally pulled me tight against her and just hugged me, before she whispered in my ear.

“Let me go down on you, my dear daughter,” she said, in a voice so low that I could barely hear her, even though she was so close that I could feel her breath against the side of my face as she spoke. “I want to give you as much pleasure as you gave me, and make you cum the way you did me.”

Well, I wasn’t going to argue with that, though I had a different idea about her first time after so long and being so weak. I pushed her onto her back again and she questioningly looked at me.

“Don’t worry…and trust me, Mother. I want for you to be comfortable and relaxed,” I reassuringly said to her.


I got up on my knees once Sofia was on her back again, and grabbed the headboard behind her, using it to balance myself as I swung one leg over her until I was straddling her chest. She looked at me with a bit of surprise, but I just put my finger to her mouth, hushing her to keep quiet and have patience.

I could feel her boobs under my ass and pussy, so I slowly gyrated my hips to let them rub against my exposed pussy. I was so wet from anticipation that my pussy slid over her nipples, and she smiled up at me as her hands held my ass, gently squeezing and then releasing my buttocks.

I rose up on her with my knees until my crotch was a couple of inches above her face, then I looked down at her eyes, which alternated between looking at my face and my pussy, and I could see her subconsciously licking her lips.

“Are you ready, Mommy dear?” I asked her. It wasn’t necessary to say anything more; she knew exactly what I was asking her about.

She didn’t actually answer; she just smiled and nodded her head enough for me to understand instead. She had this look of determination on her as if she was approaching some new challenge and was about to give it her best. I slowly lowered myself down to her face, leaned over and held on to the top of the headboard to keep myself from dropping down on her too fast. She stuck her tongue out and reached out to me as my wet pussy approached.

Unlike her, my pussy was smoothly trimmed and so there was no preliminary touching of hair like I had felt with her. I felt a tingle run through me as I felt the tip of her tongue touch me for the first time, and I lowered myself down more until I felt myself lightly touching her face. Her hands tightly gripped my ass and her tongue ran up and down my pussy; I didn’t say a word, letting her knowledge take over; she knew what was down there and where it felt good.

Sofia’s actions were superb; she knew what she was doing. Her tongue focused on my clit and played it with the tip of her tongue, teasing and caressing it. She would then lick my pussy slit, working her way to my pussy hole and pushing her tongue just inside me. The first half inch or so of my pussy is the most erotic and sensitive part of my cunt, and to feel a tongue playing it is far better than any finger.

As I knew from our former encounters in Boston, Sofia is a natural and accomplished pussy eater. I gasped and moaned as she lifted her head up and pushed her face into my crotch. I could feel her nose pressing against my clit while her mouth and tongue played with my pussy. Her hot breath felt wonderful against me as it gently passed over my clit, which was about as sensitive as it could possibly be at this point.

“That’s it, Sofia, that’s it, Mother,” I told her, “That’s just what I want…I’m almost there, Mommy … Almost there Moooom!”

I could feel that odd sensation that I always have in me when an orgasm is about to strike me. It’s like the calm just before the storm, except it was as if the sun was shining brightly in this case, warming me inside as my body seemed to withdraw from reality, ready to concentrate on nothing more than the storm about to surge in me. Her tongue flicked against my clit again, and the storm came crashing in. My back arched and my head fell back as Sofia’s tongue pressed against my clit again.

“Yesssssssssss,” I cried out, loud enough that someone would have probably come running to see what had happened to me if they had been in the house.

Reality was simple; what was happening is that my body was literally screaming, and I felt like a fire was engulfing me. I felt my pussy releasing the cumm onto her face almost as if I was peeing on her, from the way it flooded over her. I grinded my pussy into her face as my hips rotated around and around in small circles.

When my head stopped spinning and I could lower my head, I looked down to see my mother’s eyes wide open, staring at me as if she was wondering if her daughter was really a wild animal sitting on her face. I slid down her body and lay on top of her, my head on her shoulder as her arms wrapped around me and held me tight against her. She turned her head towards me and we kissed, my pussy cum all over her face. Mmmmm, I loved tasting myself on her. We stayed like that while my pussy slowly calmed down. I felt totally spent as if she had drained everything from me when I came on her.

“Oh, Mother, Mother, that was sooo wonderful,” I whispered to her.

“I have dreamt it would be like that again; you don’t know how I missed this, or you, even on my worst depressive days,” she said, closing her eyes as if reliving the past moments.

It was getting time for a good bath and a change of sheets. We reluctantly parted and got out of bed. We both stood there naked, facing each other. It was as if we were both thinking the same thing, as we suddenly both burst into laughter. It wasn’t that there was anything funny about what we had done. It was more laughing over how happy we both felt; as if we were releasing the last bit of tension we had been harboring these last months. Sofia looked in the mirror and gasped.

“Oh, God, look at me,” she said, as she put her hands to her face, “I look like a wreck; I have to take a shower.”

“Do you want something to eat, Mother?”

“Yes, lover, I have to gain some weight again if I want to keep pace with you.”

“Right; you go take a bath and I’ll prepare dinner while you bathe; I’ll scrub myself after dinner.”

I looked at myself in the mirror and grinned at the face I saw reflected. I had that glow around me that I like to describe as my ‘just been fucked’ look. It basically meant that I was flush; I had bright eyes and a wicked grin that I couldn’t wipe off my face if you punched me. Sofia took a robe, clean underwear, and the bath salts, and went to take a luxurious bath.

I called to her before she closed the bathroom door, “Can I sleep in your bed with you tonight?”

“Always Marie, always”


Sofia was almost fully recovered several days later; we hadn’t had anymore sex. We just ate, slept, and took long walks by the seashore so she could recover her strength. I was worried. It was almost the tenth of August, and I must decide what I was going to do with my life. I could stay in Buenos Aires with Sofia, my mother/lover, or I could go back to the States, leaving Sofia behind, and go to my old life in Boston. That was a life of teaching, of professor’s meetings, and a life with no friends; in short, a life of loneliness.

But how do I tell Sofia it was me who was leaving this time after we had found each other again? I was concerned about what her reaction would be. Then we received a satisfying surprise; it was almost noon, and I was going to start preparing lunch when we heard the sound of car wheels on the gravel road. Our visitors were Maria de las Mercedes and Susana, coming to see that all was well, especially Sofia’s health and our relationship.

When I asked them if they would eat with us, Maria said, “No way, let’s go to a good restaurant, my treat.” So, in a happy mood, the four of us got into her car and went downtown.

After a very good ‘parrillada’, I thought this would be a good time to air my intentions of going back to the States. I didn’t know how to broach the subject without Sofia breaking down. It was Maria who brought the subject up, asking me, “Well, Marie, now that Sofia is almost healthy again, when do you think you’ll be going back to the United States?”

I was intently looking at Sofia and could see she went stark white, but without losing her composure. Her reaction made Maria stop asking questions as Sofia softly asked me, “When are you traveling, my love? You didn’t say anything to me,”

“No, I didn’t, I was waiting for you to be your usual self; I was going to tell you tonight and ask what you think about…”

“Ohhhhh, how sweet of you to ask my opinion on something that you’ve already decided”

Sarcasm was evident in my mother’s words, and black vibes were in the air, so Maria, attempting to clear the air, suggested paying the bill and going home for coffee.

Sofia’s comment was an indifferent, “As you wish,”

We got in the car and went to the house in the midst of a thick silence. Sofia looking outside the car windows, Maria driving with her jaw tight, and Susana and I like a pair of zeros to the left, no value or relevance. Maria took the matter in her hands once we were in the house. Everyone went to the living room and put the cards on the table trying to make reason.

“You know you’re my best friend and you know how much I love you and did since we were toddlers, Sofia. How long is that, forty years? Now do you think I deserved how you treated me when you came back from Boston? Not a word, not a phone call, nothing for six months, and if your daughter had not come looking for you as well, you could be dead or hospitalized without your friends knowing…”

That’s when I stopped listening to Maria and my mother’s answers; my mind went far away, and not to Chicago or Ohio, no, my mind went wandering and started thinking of…fisting; yes, I’m not crazy. I was thinking of a fist in a cunt; I was thinking of Susana’s hand inside Maria’s vagina. How so? Well as the two mature women were on the same track, I distractedly looked to where Susana was sitting, listening to the other women, and I noticed with curiosity that her hands were folded in her lap.

The first thing I noticed was how thin they were, with long and elegant fingers, her wrist thin, about two to three inches in contour, and I imagined those hands closed like a piston and the forearm as a connecting rod, in and out, in and out in the cylinder of Maria’s motor, excuse me, I mean, Maria’s vagina. I looked from Susana’s hand to Maria’s crotch and I was getting so wet and hot down there imagining the scene that I didn’t hear when someone addressed me.

“What… I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were talking to me; I’m afraid I was daydreaming.”

The three women incredulously looked at me, so I tried to clarify, “My mind was away, but not where you believe; I wasn’t thinking of Boston or the States. There were more pleasurable things on my mind, all of them here in Mar del Plata; now would you repeat what you asked me?”

It was Maria who took the floor again. “We think the heated discussion we were having makes no sense since it is you who must decide what, when, and how you’re going to do what you decide.”

“All of you know that I came to Buenos Aires to find out what had happened to my mother, Sofia. But I left a whole life in Boston, a life with dreams, a life with a very competitive job, and in many ways, a loveless and empty life. I came here with the idea of going back by the middle of August so I would be able to enter my days and class schedules for the next semester. I should be going in a couple days, but circumstances today are very different than they were less than a month ago…”

I turned to Sofia, and looking directly into her eyes, told her, “That is what I wanted to discuss with you, and ask your opinion and advice about. What do I do with my life? What do you think I should do? Do I stay here with you, or would you prefer we saw each other from time to time, either you coming to see me, or me coming here to see you? Are you ready to live with a stranger a day to day life, and not only on a holiday basis? That’s what I want and need to know.”

Ahem, ahem, Maria made throat clearing sounds to draw our attention, then she asked, “What do you say, Sofia? We have to get this problem, if it is a problem, of course, solved today. We have to make plans one way or the other, and be quick about it, so what do you think Marie should do?”

Sofia seemed like a dazzled elk in the middle of a road; this hard executive who ran a major business conglomerate was mute and deaf, with no apparent power of recovery, so it was Susana who broke the impasse again. “Would you help me with the coffee, and show me how you prepare it, Marie,” and we went to the kitchen, leaving the two friends alone.

“You’ll see, Marie. Maria will straighten your mother out, one way or the other,” and laughed; you could see her love and worship for her wife.

We made coffee and went back to the living room, where it was evident they had been discussing the situation, but the atmosphere between the two friends was relaxed as they were chatting and laughing about only they knew what.

They sobered up when we entered, but it was obvious that they had something to propose or a plan to discuss.

It was Maria who spoke again;” OK, Marie, you asked your mother a question about living with a stranger on a day to day life, and not on a holidays only basis, etc., etc., a little while ago. Do you remember?”

When I nodded and said yes, she continued, “Well, what about you? Let’s reverse the question. What about you? Are you ready to leave everything of your former life behind and risk living with a stranger, even if she is both, your lover and biological mother?”

As it usually happens with young people, I had never asked myself if I was willing to sacrifice my way of life for that of another. So I was unable to answer. That was the truth.

“Well, your silence is an answer in itself, but I don’t think it’s the end of the world. Let’s see; we discussed the issue and Sofia agreed with me that you both must give yourselves some time to think things over and decide what both of you want and what’s important in your lives.”

It was at this moment that Sofia stepped in to put an end to the subject, “I want to propose this to you as a way to come to a solution. What do you think if you go back to your life in Boston for this semester and I stay here, you teaching, and me working in my companies? We have the experience of having been together and could decide one way or the other. You could decide which is more important to you at the end of your teaching semester; your life as you had it programmed before knowing me, or living our lives together. It’s taken for granted that we will contact each other on a daily basis if possible. What do you say?”

I shook my head like a dog out of the water. I didn’t much like the idea of leaving Sofia again, but I didn’t have a better idea. So it was so agreed, it being a late hour, that Maria de las Mercedes and Susana would stay and sleep in one of the other rooms, and all four of us would go to Buenos Aires tomorrow.

Once in the master bedroom, Sofia took my face in her hands, kissed my lips, and asked me, “Would you like to make love for the last time in a while, my love?”

I answered by quickly undressing and helping her to do the same. We got naked between the sheets, and out of curiosity, I asked, “Do you think Maria and Susana will have sex tonight?”

“Why, do you want to join them?”

“No, that’s not it,” and I told her my vision when I had imagined Susana delicate hand fisting Maria while in the living room.

She smiled and cuddled with me. We started with tender little kisses on the lips and face, and my mouth went to her bare shoulder after a while. I nipped her with my teeth and sucked her tanned skin with the intention of leaving my mark with several hickeys. I was acting crazy; I wanted to eat her, and I sucked her neck and throat, lapping and licking.

She felt pretty happy being as it was our last night together, our separation as if it were a sabbatical, which it was, in fact. As the Tango says – esta noche y despues la nada— (tonight and afterwards nothingness) but her pussy seemed to get even wetter when my fingers continued to slide back and forth. Mother reached down, and grabbing my thigh, pushed my legs closed.

Swinging her other leg up, she placed it next to my hip, then bracing herself with her hands on my shoulders, lifted her other leg so that she was straddling me. Her legs were now wide open, and she cried out and shoved my head further on to her tit as I drove my fingers up inside her.

I opened my mouth wide and began sucking as much of her tit into my mouth as I could, while pumping my fingers into her excited flesh. Mom’s hands were running up and down my back, and her head was thrown back as she moaned while I fingered her. I released her nipple and all but attacked the other one, sucking it hard into my mouth. I was rewarded with Mom squealing and rocking her hips on my hand. As I had done earlier, my thumb found her swollen nub and she moaned loudly as I lightly teased it again.

“Hmm, that’s it, Lover,” Mother purred, “Be good to your girl, because she’s going to be sooo good to you!” The way she’d purred those words caused me to start rubbing her clit faster and suck on her nipple even harder. I was excited by the thought of how she would be good to me instead of being nervous, so excited that I was now pumping my fingers into her as hard as I dared eager for her to come for me, so I could find out how good she was going to be to me.

Then she changed her mind on a whim. “I want to be fisted a last time, Darling would you be kind enough to comply with mother and please me?” She dismounted me before I could say anything and made me slip on the bed to take my place in the center.

“Baby I want it to be from behind this time, I want to finger myself, do you mind?”

“Of course not mother this party is for you will do as you please”

I rolled off the bed and watched her rest with her arms upon the sheets, her ass slightly tilted upwards. I moved behind her to feel her wet cunt. She shivered and gently I touched her cunt again.

I wanted to lick her, so I fell to my knees, spread her ass cheeks and licked her labia and clit. My mother Sofia groaned and hungrily I lapped up her juices and stuck my tongue inside her as far as it could go I tried to flick it inside her wet pussy.

“Please don’t tease me, Marie,” she begged.

While I took her clit between my lips, I slowly pushed my index finger in and felt her ribbed inside. She was so open wide in that position so that I pushed three fingers in and made her gently rock while I three-fingerfucked her for some time, rapidly pushing my fingers in and out while the tip of my thumb touched and pushed a little inside her sphincter. My mother, Sofia, started to touch her clit and whisper sweet words to me, which encouraged me to push a fourth finger inside her. She was so smooth and wet that they easily went in. Mother arched her back.

“More, Marie, my lover; give me more, give me all you have, give me your fist. You do remember how, don’t you?” she gasped.

I withdrew my hand, clenched my fist, and pushed it against her vulva; she was very wet. I felt her juices filling her stretched cunt, and I continued pushing in. In the twilight, I saw mother’s left fingers clawing the bed sheets, while she fingered her mound with the right. She was getting wetter and her fluids were so copious that they formed a thick coat on my hand and wrist. I pushed some more, and my fist completely slid in, and I leaned in and rimmed her anus with the tip of my tongue at the same time.

She made a raw throaty sound as her juices were running down my arm and I started to feel horny again. I touched my slit and started to rub my clit as I fisted her. I pushed harder and harder till Mother started to shake her head and suddenly went stiff. She collapsed with my fist still inside her. I wrapped an arm around her, found her clit, and started rubbing it. I ever so slowly pushed my fist back in again.

“Please, don’t, Marie,” she said, but I withdrew my hand and pushed my fist back in. “I can’t take anymore, oh my God.”

“Touch your breasts for me,” I whispered.

Mother moved and started to knead her big magnificent breasts. I let her clit go, took my fist out of her cunt, and put the palms of my hands together. I slowly pushed them against her cunt, felt her stretch, and pushed some more, like a big cock penetrating her. She made a funny noise and started to rub her clit with one hand and continued to knead a breast. “Marie, Marie, ooooh,” she gasped, as I pushed two hands into her.

She thrust her hips backwards and breathlessly came. I removed my hands and fell back on my ass. I swept some hair from my forehead and felt my hair stick onto my head.

“Feeling better?” I asked her.

“Mmmhhh, hummm,” she groaned.

“You’ve got a great body, Mother; always had, always will”

“I’m starting to like it too because it gives you pleasure. I’m thirsty, want some wine?”

“I’d love it.”

We sat next to each other, naked, and drank some more wine.

“You leave when?”

“Tomorrow night.”

“Do you think you’ll remember me and think about our relationship? Do you think our separation could be a problem?”

“To your first question the answer is, yes I will; to the second, no, but I don’t think it will ever be a problem,” I reassuringly said. “I’ll tell you what. I remember when I went to a parent/student college introduction seminar during my last summer in high school.”

“In which I wasn’t,” Mother said, with sadness.

“It’s not your fault. The college heads told everyone that the students’ relationships with their families would change. Once students are away from home, we would grow and become adults. Our relationships with parents would become more like friends and peers than parents/children.”

Sophie nodded again.

“Our relationship, yours and mine, changed long before last night or last month. We actually are more like really close friends than mother and daughter. I think that’s why this love works for us.”

Sophia got drowsy after that, and I didn’t get to know what the ‘Be good to your girl, because she is going to be sooo good to you’ was all that about. I’ll have to wait and see what she was talking about in the future.


I took a flight to Boston via Miami the next day. I already missed Sofia just arriving home. I supposed that going back to my normal life would diminish missing her. I went to the university where I ensured my tenure in classic Latin literature, the days and schedules of classes, and all the others details concerning the academic year. After arranging that aspect of my life, I went home to visit my parents in Fort Dodge and stayed with them until the beginning of the classes.

I went back to Boston and I was into the routine of my everyday life by the end of August. I go from home to school in the morning and back home in the evening, with an occasional foray in the library.

I had not heard from Sofia. We had agreed that she would communicate first, and my nerves began to tense as my mind started asking questions I had no answers for. Was she well, or had she found that she didn’t want a permanent relationship with me now that I wasn’t there?

I told myself at other times it had not been more than a two weeks since I myself had decided to return to Boston and take a year off in our relationship to know for sure if the relationship would survive.

I was missing more than the sex; I was missing her company. I was missing her mature body cuddling with mine while watching TV after dinner with a glass of wine in hand; I was missing her sometimes infuriating Latino ways and/or her rich woman’s ways. In fact, I was missing Sofia as a woman, as my love.

She called me by phone at the end of September and apologized for not calling before, but she thought that since we both had to think seriously whether or not our relationship has any future, we had to give ourselves enough time to think about it. I couldn’t grasp what it was, but there was something different in her voice, something like indifference?

We talked for about forty minutes, but she turned the conversation aside to trivial topics every time I tried to hint or direct the conversation to personal or sexual matters. My confusion was complete when we said goodbye. I thought our conversation would be full of ‘I love yous’, ‘I miss yous’, and all kinds of platitudes people in love say to each other, but I was wrong and I was depressed.

Maybe after all I was wrong and she was right, time and distance are the best ways to appraise the truth and strength of a person’s feelings. If that were true, then by her attitude, Sofia’s feelings toward me were slowly cooling. I called her on a Friday night and her maid told me “La señora ha salido y no vuelve hasta mañana”, (the lady has gone out to a party and will not return until tomorrow). I felt as if a claw was ripping my guts out. Where was she and with whom? Has she another lover? Is she forgetting me? Is the ‘give yourselves some time to think things and decide what we both want’ working for her, and she has thought things over and I wasn’t in her plans?

Where has she been the whole weekend? That was the question I asked myself once again. I was feeling sick with jealousy and was getting depressed again day after day. Maybe I was wrong to come back to Boston instead of staying with her In Buenos Aires. She called me the next Sunday night. Her voice was chirping and she babbled about things I wasn’t in the least interested in; the party she had gone to, the company etc., etc. About me, she only perfunctorily asked about my health and little more; it seemed to me that she wasn’t very worried about what was happening in my life. She said she was very tired after a few minutes, and that she would call me in the next few days. Bile was coming up my throat, and my mouth tasted very bitter while the tears streamed down my cheeks.

It was a dark and stormy night. Cliche, but true.

I laid in the bed, listening to the rain, and waiting for sleep to come claim me. So, that I could visit the world where he would belong to me instead of her.

I love my Mom. Don’t get me wrong. And she has had it so rough that she deserved something special when she left the sperm donor that caused me to exist. I refuse to call that asshole “father”.

But, I saw him first, dammit.

Ok, maybe not. But, I didn’t know when I did see him that they were already a couple.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

Mom had taken me shopping for clothes for school. I was fourteen and would much rather be in the bookstore next door.

“Fine.” Mom sighed, finally, while we were in line to pay. “Go ahead.”

I probably left a doppler effect in my wake. Getting out of the store and next door. I made a beeline for my favorite section and began scanning for new books by my favorite authors.

“Can I help you find something?”

I half turned, prepared to explain, yet again, that I was older than I looked and didn’t need the children’s books thanks when I saw him.

It wasn’t that his clothes fit him badly, mind you. Quite the contrary, actually, as that shirt molded itself to his broad shoulders and tapered to tuck into pants that hugged every curve of his thick, muscular legs. He just looked like he should be on a beach somewhere in nothing but a speedo. Probably selling something.

My mouth felt like all the moisture had been sucked out of it. What the hell was he doing in my bookstore, in my little town?

“Everything all right?”

“Fine.” I answered faintly, my eyes fixating on those grey eyes. “Just fine. How are you?”

“I’m good, thank you for asking.” He smiled and I felt like I had just melted into a puddle. “Were you looking for anything in particular? Or just browsing?”

“Browsing,” I said. The wrong answer as he nodded and turned and walked away.

I hated to see him leave. But, watching him go was a real treat as those slacks bunched around the nicest butt I had seen in my short life.

Hell, it is still the nicest and I’ve seen a lot more since.

“So, did you find anything?” Mom interrupted dreams that I didn’t really understand as yet.

How can I put this nicely? I was a bit… behind my classmates in the division between boys and girls and exactly what it meant for me personally.

Oh, I understood where babies came from and such. Probably better than my classmates since I actually took the time to read.

Sorry. That was ugly and uncalled for.

Anyway, I knew the mechanics. But, why exactly a girl would want to let a boy do those things to her was beyond me. At least until I met him.

Losing a school girl crush to your Mom, sucks. I don’t know how else to say it.

I’m not much into melodrama. But, my fourteen year old self wanted to die when he came to the house one evening just as I had dreamed and then took my mom out to dinner.

The thing is, a lot of things get crushed. But, sometimes, like with coal for example, the more you try to crush it, the stronger it becomes.

You see, he didn’t just look good. He read. And as he spent more time around my mother, he spent more time around me as well. And we had similar taste in books. And smart? I truly believe that he could have been or done anything he wanted to.

I remember this one science project I had…

Never mind. You are already wondering when I’m going to get back to that dark and stormy night, I’m sure. I’ll get there. But, it’s important to me that you see why I did what I did.

Anyway, he was quite a bit younger than Mom. Actually, he was closer to my age than he was to hers.

I started to have these fantasies that he would see me and decide that he wanted me instead of her.

I think if he had, I would have gotten over him. But, it was still a fantasy I had.

That house of cards came tumbling down when they married when I was sixteen. I know it probably puzzled him when I pulled him aside and begged him to make Mom happy and then cried on his chest until his shirt was soaked. He had no idea how hard it was for me to keep my mouth shut when the preacher asked if there was anyone who saw any reason these two should not be joined. But, saying “because I want him” at your own mother’s wedding is a bit much.

I think I’ll skip over the next two years. Let’s just say I didn’t take the disappointment well and acted out a little.

The big climax, if I may be permitted the pun, was when the cops pulled me out of a van with a lot of alcohol and no clothing. And I was the only girl with six boys.

I suppose you might say that I was trying to find the quality he had in quantity.

The courts decided I needed to go away for awhile. I came home on my eighteenth birthday. He picked me up at the bus station.

When he hugged me and kissed the top of my head and told me that he had missed me, it did what two years of acting out and three months of that place couldn’t.

It broke me totally. I cried into his shirt once more like a hurt child. I don’t know how long I cried, but the bus had left once more and we were the only people still standing around that didn’t work there.

“Come on.” He said gently. “Let me take you home.”

Home. He was my home. No matter what, I would not forget that again.

At home, though, things were strange. Mom had decorated and baked a cake. And both seemed really really happy to see me. But, there was a … tension between them that I didn’t understand.

Finally, I got Mom alone.

“Mom?” I asked. “Is everything okay between you and Dad?”

“Of course, it is sweetie.” Mom busied herself picking up the debris from our dinner. “What a thing to ask.”

“Mom?” I got up and wormed my way under her arm. I twisted my head to look up at her as I clasped my hands around her waist. “Mom, you know I’ll just ask him if you don’t tell me.”

“And he would probably tell you too.” She sighed. “You two always were like two peas in a pod.”

I was startled to see a tear trickle from Mom’s eye.

“Mom, you’re scaring me.” I said.

“Oh, honey. It’ll be fine.” She said, giving me a brisk hug and wiping at her eyes. “We just got a little surprise is all.”

I knew that they had wanted other kids besided me. But, this didn’t seem like a happy surprise.

“What kind of surprise?” I asked.

“Well, you know how we’ve been trying to give you a little brother or sister.” Mom said. “Well, that won’t be happening.”

“And that is fine with me.”

We both jumped at his deep voice right behind us. His strong arms slid around both of us and held us tight.

“I am perfectly content with my perfect wife.” He kissed mother’s head. “And my perfect daughter.” He kissed mine. “And our perfect little family just the way it is.”

I don’t know how, but I knew he was lying. More, I knew there was something else they weren’t telling me.

“I don’t understand.” I said. “What, are you guys doing it wrong or something?”

“We do just fine.” Mom said tartly. “Better than fine in fact.”

“Mmm. I’ll say.” He lowered his head to kiss her.

“Eww.” I said to hide the combination of jealousy and the desire to have him kiss me with those lips. “Get a room, guys.”

I knew immediately that I had said something wrong the way they both tensed up, but not what exactly.

“You two go sit down and catch up.” Mom shooed us both out of the kitchen and bustled about cleaning up.

“Dad?” I whispered. “What’s going on?”

He looked at me with that measuring look he always had. I don’t quite know how to explain how good it made me feel when he looked at me as if trying to decide if I could handle it and then telling me anyway.

When you are short and skinny and look like a twelve year old at eighteen, it’s unusual for people to treat you like an adult. If I had to pick one thing, I think that is what made me love him the most. He always treated me like a responsible, thinking person. Even when I was going out of my way to prove I wasn’t.

“It’s cancer.” He said. “She’s going to have to have a full hysterectomy. And they don’t know if that will get it all.”

“Oh my God.” I clapped my hand over my mouth and looked back at the kitchen where she was still bustling about. I could feel the water works filling again. “How long does she have?”

“Hey, hey now.” He pulled me close and nuzzled my hair again. “It’s not like that. No one is talking about ‘how long’. It’s just causing her some pain. They’re going to cut it out and then we’ll see.”

“How bad of pain is she in?” I asked.

“Well, she tells me it’s like twelve months of cramps rolled into one. Except it doesn’t stop.”

“Ow.” I winced. My own cramps bordered on legendary and had kept me in bed more than once. “So, um… what about you two?”

“What about us two, what?” He asked.

“Well, I mean. If she’s in that kind of pain.” I faltered. “I mean it just kind of seems like, well, you know, she wouldn’t be interested. I mean I know I’m not during the cramps.”

“It’s been awhile.” He admitted, slowly.

“That’s got to be tough on her.” I said.

“How do you mean?”

Typical male. I almost snorted.

“I mean, you two used to go at it night and day.” I rolled my eyes. “I used to have to put a pillow over my head and another under it like a sandwich to get to sleep. And, she wasn’t exactly quiet about how much she was enjoying it. It’s got to be tough going without. Blue ovaries deluxe.”

“Bl-lue o-ovaries?” He chuckled.

“Yeah,” I said. “Like blue balls only much much worse. So, have you been able to do anything for her?”

“Yeah.” He sighed. “Lay on my side and let her snuggle up behind me and use my butt for a heating pad.”

Ok, truthfully, there wasn’t “a plan”. Seriously. Part of it was that it had always been a bit of a secret turn-on for me to talk about sex with him. Sort of the next best thing to doing it.

Part of it was, that I really did feel for Mom. If she enjoyed sex anywhere near as much as I did, then my recent experience of going without told me exactly how much she was suffering. And since we had the same genes, and based on the sounds she would make when they kept me awake, I would assume she enjoyed it at least as much as I did.

I wasn’t trying to get him worked up hoping that something would happen between us. Honest, I wasn’t.

Fine. Don’t believe me. But, it’s true.

“Have you tried doing anything else?” I asked. And, okay, my tone was maybe a little more scathing than it should have been. “Or did you just try to stick your dick in and when it hurt, stopped and rolled over.”

He glared at me for just a moment and I was afraid I had gone way to far.

“Oh, I’ve tried.” He all but snarled at me. “I have tried going down on her. I have tried using my fingers. But, anytime I do anything to her pussy, it just makes it worse.”

My knees nearly folded when he talked about going down on her. When he said the word “pussy”, I almost lost it completely.

“Oh, um.” I shifted my legs, causing my thighs to squeeze my aching sex. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

We let the subject drop and talked of other things until Mom joined us.

I don’t know how long I would have lasted if the storm hadn’t blown up suddenly. I kept seeing his face glistening with pussy juice.

I almost came out of my skin at the loud crack of thunder just as the lights went out. I may have even screamed a little.

“I guess that’s a hint.” He said. I could just make out his shadow, darker than the other shadows, standing. “Time we were all in our beds.”

It felt so good to strip naked in my own room, not worried about who might be looking in on me. I ran my hands over my nude body, reveling in my freedom to do so in privacy.

I stripped the cover back on my bed and laid down on sheets that were actually soft once more. God, it was good to be home.

Fat rain drops hissed on the roof and the occasional crack of thunder as I laid there.

And laid there.

And laid there.

Something wasn’t right. I couldn’t seem to relax. I mean, it looked like home. It smelled like home. I rolled over and felt my little nipples brush against those sheets that didn’t feel like they had been softened with sandpaper. It even felt like home. But it didn’t.

I realized what was missing as I scooted up the bed and put my ear against the wall. There were no sounds of sex.

For three years, slightly longer than they had been married, I had been able to hear them going at it at least twice a night.

Many, many times I had jilled myself off while listening to them. Even, or especially, on nights that I had had an unsatisfactory session with one of the boys, I would put my ear to this wall and listen in on them while I fingered my sodden sex to orgasm after orgasm.

I laid back down and sighed. This was going to take getting used to.

I don’t know how long I lay there, sleepless while the storm raged on outside. But, long enough that I needed to pee again.

On my way to the bathroom, something didn’t seem quite right. There was a wierd feeling.

I don’t mean that I was feeling my way along the hallway in the dark completely naked. I had been doing that for two years. Half hoping he would catch me. Half afraid he would.

No, this was different. Different enough, that I didn’t close the door while I peed.

Then I heard it. A sound like a train rumbling along the tracks.

“Tornado!” I screamed.

I ran to their room and slammed the door open.

“Tornado!” I screamed again.

“Crap!” I heard him say. “Go. Go. Go.”

Suddenly, his strong arm was across my belly, half carrying me, half pushing me. I had a fleeting moment to realize I was naked before I was sprinting towards the bathroom.

If you don’t have a cellar and there is a tornado coming, the safest place is the bathroom in the tub. Preferably with a mattress over you.

The pipes may attract lightening. That’s why you don’t bathe during a storm. But, they may also keep the tub from flying away if the tornado gets close.

If you are having to share the tub, it only makes sense for the heaviest to be on bottom and the lightest on top since you don’t know how long you are going to be there and it’s not like a freakin’ tornado is not going to pick up someone that weighs two hundred just as easy as someone who weighs eighty if it comes to that.

We piled in with him on the bottom, Mom kind of to the side and me on top of him and then we froze and listened.

He had taught me that it’s not actually the tornado that made the sound. It was the pressure stopping up your ears and hearing your own pulse.

Mine was going like a jackhammer for so many many reasons.

No matter how many close calls you have with tornados, you never get used to it. After all, this might be the one that gets you. So, I was afraid.

Then, as the fear let up a little, the longer we sat there, I gradually began to realize that I was naked on top of my Daddy. And more, we were skin to skin.

I could feel the corse hair on his chest rubbing against my nipples as he held me against him, listening. Those hairs might as well have been electrical wires because a jolt like an electrical shock shot through me from my nipples to my little puss.

I twitched in his lap and felt something that made it so much worse. My hypersensitive sex didn’t brush against cloth. It brushed against a tube of skin and more coarse hair.

Ohmigod, I thought. Ohmigodohmigodohmigod. I’m naked in his lap while he’s naked. God, if it was hard…

The tornado could have rolled right over us right then and I don’t know that I would have noticed. I didn’t have an orgasm, exactly. But, it was the next best thing.

Then I felt a hand on my back.

“Gena Elizabeth,” Mom whispered. “Are you naked.”

I felt something twitch down there against me.

“Y-yes.” I whispered.

“Honey?” She asked then. “When we stopped trying, did you put anything on?”

I could feel him now, pressing up against me. Without really meaning to, I began to rock my hips. Not very much. Just enough to feel him sliding along me. Or me along him. Whatever. His hardening cock felt so good between my lips as I wet him along the length of his shaft.

“No.” He coughed. “No, I didn’t.”

We were all quiet for a moment. We could hear things hitting the outside of the house.

I couldn’t seem to stop moving my hips. I could feel him getting longer and thicker. Harder.

I felt the hand on my back slide down a little until it was resting on my flexing, grinding hips.

“My daughter’s naked cunt is this close to my husbands cock.” Mom said. “How am I supposed to feel about this?”

“I’m sorry, Momma.” I said.

But, I couldn’t stop my hips from moving.

“And you are probably still hard,” Mom was saying. “It’s been so long since you could fuck me without it hurting. You’re hard all the time.”

And he was getting harder. I could feel him pressing against me as his cock began to throb, trying to lift to point straight up. Straight up, so that if I just lifted up a little, it would slide right in me.

I moaned and tilted my head to press my lips against his neck just below his jaw. I heard him gasp.

“Are you humping my husband’s cock, you little hussy?” Mom asked.

“Yes, Momma.” I gasped. “Sorry, Momma. I can’t help it.”

“Is it inside you?”

“No, momma.” I shuddered.

I felt her hand slide over the curve of my ass to feel him pressing against but not in me.

“Don’t you dare raise up,” Mom said, tugging at me to lift my hips. “I know you want to. I know you’ve wanted to fuck my husband for four years now, haven’t you, you little slut.”

I didn’t know what to make of it since her words were saying one thing, but her hands seemed to be trying to adjust us to make that very thing happen.

I moaned as I felt her take him in her hand and brush the tip across me.

“Yes, Momma.” I whimpered. “Since I first saw him. I’m sorry, Momma.”

“What?” He gasped.

“Well, don’t you do it.” Mom said. “Don’t you sink that pussy down on his cock.”

Meanwhile, her hand was pressing down on my ass and I could feel him sliding into me.

“He hasn’t gotten to fuck me in awhile.” Mom said. “His balls are full of sperm. You don’t want your daddy to get you pregnant.”

Fourth of July fireworks went off against my eyelids. I shuddered and felt him slip inside all the way until my clit was nestled in the thick bush at the base of his shaft.

“Gena Elizabeth, are you listening to me?” Mom asked.

“I’m sorry, Momma.” I gasped. “His dick is in me. God, I feel so full.”

“Well, don’t you move those little hips.” Mom said, pulling and pushing at me to get me moving. “Don’t you fuck my husband. You don’t want to get pregnant, do you?”

I whimpered and began to hump harder.

“Do you?” Mom whispered.

I nuzzled at his mouth and licked at it’s corner. It was slightly open, panting. I could feel his hardness. My nipples scrapped across his hairy chest as I pounded harder, trying to take him deeper into me.

“Gena Elizabeth, do you want to have your daddy’s baby?”

“Fu-u-uck.” I screamed. “Yes! Yes. Yes. Fuck me, daddy. Shoot your cum in me. Give me my baby sister.”

He groaned and I felt that ass lift off the bottom of the tub. He slid that extra little bit that I’d been trying for. There was a sharp, brief pain, almost like when my hymen broke. Then, I swear, I could feel a spurt of his warm cum spray directly into my womb.

I fainted. Blacked out. Whatever you want to call it, the world just went away.

“Baby.” Mom was shaking me. “Baby. Are you all right?”

“Just five more minutes, Mom.” I sighed and turned my head on my pillow.

Only it wasn’t my pillow, I realized as Mom started laughing. I turned my head to look in his wonderful grey eyes that were staring at me as if he’d never seen me before.

I blinked, and realized that the lights were back on and I could actually see him.

Its nice to get away, isn’t it? My daughter and I had decided we needed a break and went to a very nice little Holiday Camp in early February which, in New Zealand, is the hottest time of the year. Its also the time all the kids are heading back to school so the camp was practically deserted- apart from a few late arrivals like us- and the residents who stayed all year round and had lovely caravans in their part of the camp. It was also an age, for Louise, at eighteen where its not particularly cool to be seen with a parent (Bob had lit out when she was twelve)so I was mad keen to at least go camping once with her before it was beneath her dignity to be seen in public with me.

The camp was run by Grant and Sharon, a really nice, down to earth Kiwi couple in their sixties- it was their retirement investment and they kept it immaculate. Grant showed us over to our tent site and helped Louise and me (Shona) put our tent up. Once we were all organized he let us give him a grateful kiss ( on the cheek unfortunately) then he was off to sort out what ever else needed doing. Yes, a useful man, sod all of them left I have to say.

Now the camp was on one side of a belt of trees with the beach on the other. It was hot and I was hot. I was also tired and sticky and the one thing I had been holding out for was a swim.

“Come on ; lets have a swim Hon,” I urged and she was straightaway looking for her swim suit.

“Go nude,” I told her “, go on I dare you. We can wrap a towel round to go over to the trees and then go bare; its a clothing optional beach this one.”

“You old slut!” but she was grinning “,OK, last one nude is a prude!”

That was so awful it stopped me dead and she had stripped off, grabbed a towel which she held in one hand and was running towards the beach before I even had my dress off. Once I was nude I grabbed a towel and did my best mature woman sprint with my towel also held well out of the way of obscuring any part of my body from anyone who might want to view it.

When I got there, doubled over and panting like I had just cracked the two hour barrier for the Marathon, she was chatting to a middle aged couple who- like my daughter- wore just a smile. The wife was nice, shortish with matronly hips and a tummy but shaved like us with flat pierced droopy breasts and an all over tan while he had the tan but was tall with a slim body and a gorgeous shaved cock that must have been seven inches just hangin’ there- cut too.

I though of fondling it then going down on him and sucking it till it got hard and he wanted to ram it up my eager hole – front or back, I didn’t mind.

“Mother!” Louise exclaimed.

“Oh shit!” I thought, my hand had strayed to my pussy.

“Oh, now now Louise,” the wife said putting her hand on my daughter’s arm,” if I had a dollar for every pussy this darn cock of Eric’s has got wet I’d be a rich woman. You can touch it if you like, I don’t mind.”

I was quicker this time and crouched down cupping his balls in one hand and his cock in the other. Glancing up I saw he had that contented look guys have when they’re about to get a blowy. I couldn’t help it and his cock disappeared into my mouth. There’s just something about a cock growing in a girl’s mouth and I sucked as I moved my lips up and down over his shaft. As I was sucking Eric’s cock I felt a wet tickling at my asshole so I moved my feet further apart- just being neighborly, as you do.

It was Milly (the wife) who was lying on the sand with her face under my girly bits trying to ram her tongue was up my asshole as she used her fingers to try and pull me open a bit more. She got it in and used her fingers on my pussy. I was nearly there.

‘Cum on my face babe” she urged replacing that wonderful tongue with a finger moving her mouth up to my pussy. Well with his cock in my mouth, her finger up my asshole and her tongue in my pussy I just exploded and drenched her face with my squirting. With that he came in my mouth and I held all his sweet salty cum in there as I sucked the tip clean. We all picked ourselves up, Louise had been lying with her mouth over Milly’s pussy and she was licking her lips as well.

It was certainly time for a swim but before we did they both crouched in front of me with mouths open, waiting expectantly. I obliged; dribbling Eric’s cum onto both tongues and keeping a little back for me to enjoy as well. We all went for dip and, feeling refreshed, went back up to sit together on the grass above the sand. It turned out they were permanent residents and, of course, Milly invited us over for dinner. I agreed immediately on the condition she let us bring something.

We went back in pairs, all of us naked, Milly and I leading with my daughter and Eric making odd sounds behind us. Grant waved, he was fixing the guttering on the ladies toilet block and he had stripped off now too. He finished whatever carpentry he had been doing and stood up to have a stretch as he and Eric discussed how warm the water was and when they’d go fishing later on. I can report he was shaved, slightly shorter in length than Eric but thicker and judging by the fullness of his cock he was thinking of more than the sea temperature. And so he jolly we should too. I couldn’t help thinking that it was so nice to have them on display like that to be able to compare I thought.

I was stopped by Milly,

‘Swap you,” she said to Louise putting her hand out for Eric’s. Louise and I stood puzzled then Milly whispered,

“Mother and daughter.”

It clicked and we held hands, Louise and I, as we wandered past the couple who had just arrived- he looked pleased; she didn’t- back to our tent to get our toiletries bags. Eric and Milly went on to their caravan at the back of the camp.

On our return as we approached their tent I noticed he had stripped off but she was wearing a swimsuit; a bra and shorts combination. I was a bit pissed with the look she had given us before so I thought I’d go over and say hello. My nipples got a quick pinch and seeing me Louise did hers too. I winked at her then pulled my lips apart which had her pull a face but she did hers too and we approached the tent.

They were still getting set up and he came out first to get something from the trunk. We were in the way and he almost bumped into us.

“Oh sorry,” he gasped managing to stop from running into us and taking us both in at the same time. He liked what he saw, that was obvious.

“Oh Hi, I’m Shona and this is my daughter Louise,” I said pleasantly, indicating the other nude female in front of him then putting my hand forward for him to take. He shook it and looked me straight in the nipples. Well fairs fair I was ogling his cock and Louise had moved round to check out his butt.

“Hi I’m Chris. we’re up from Wellington- my wife Cindy is in the tent – we’re just getting sorted, takes longer than you think, doesn’t it?” he asked my nipples, both of whom were experts on the subject. We made eye contact and I could tell he was ready. I licked my lips for him as I had his now swelling shaft in the cross hairs. There was movement behind him and he saw I was watching behind him. He averted disaster by turning round- giving me a good look at his very cute butt.

“Cindy honey,” he called “,come and meet our new neighbors.”

This was going to be fun. He had turned back towards the tent as she came out giving her an eyeful of hardening penis- and he hadn’t hardened up when he was just with her. I smiled moving towards her with my arms out for a girly hug. She looked like someone had given her a grass grub to eat. She had no choice though, not unless she wanted to appear even less pleasant than she had been already so she came forward too and hugged me- a very guarded reluctant hug. What she had in mind was just a quick squeeze then pull back but I wrapped my naked arms around her and pulled her in tight. She tried to pull away but I wouldn’t let her. She tried again and I held her tighter. She tried to wriggle free and I made it look as though we were having a moment of passion.

“Oh my God Cindy!” Chris exclaimed,” you look so hot. Oh strip off babe I’m getting hard just watching you and Shona.”

She relaxed into me on hearing that and we had a soft tender girly embrace as I ground my tits against hers. I reached behind me for her hand and brought it down to be cupping my left cheek. She squeezed my buttock and I clenched for her. I reached behind again and repositioned her hand so her fingers were in my butt crack- they strayed south.

She was into it now and her breathing had become labored. I leaned forward and licked her ear. She had turned her head slightly to let me and just stood there nostrils flared as I licked all over her ear then pushed my tongue into her ear hole. Its a weird sensation but incredibly erotic and I felt her tense as I licked her in there then relax as her hands came up for my face- she wanted a kiss. As our tongues explored I undid her bra catch then brought my fingers up to slip the bra off her shoulders. She brought her arms down to let it slip off and now it was my bare tits against hers.

Her bikini shorts had just an elastic waist band and someone else was pulling them down from the back- Chris.

I hadn’t seen him for a while but he was rock hard- Louise had been helping- and he was moving round behind Cindy. She was soaking wet by now of course and he pressed up behind her to position his cock at her entrance.I felt his fingers down there as he guided himself in- and had a feel of mine at the same time. I held her tight up top but she moved her ass back a ways to give him a better target and he rammed it in there. His thrusts were so powerful he was lifting her nearly off her feet and after half a dozen I knew I was the extra and it was time to leave. I let her go and backed away wanting to carry on to the showers but she put her hand up- meaning, wait for me.

Chris was into it, out there in the fresh air with a small crowd gathering round, some nude some clothed, and once it was just them two he pushed on her back to bend her over. She obliged bending right over while supporting herself with her hands on her knees. That wasn’t what he wanted and he put his arms up under hers then crossed his hands on the back of her neck.

She had big dangling tits and this was their time. I sat pulling Louise down to sit beside me. Cindy’s tits were spectacular from where I was sitting; they hung down a good six inches and as Chris thrust into her they jiggled then swayed forward, back then got hit with another jolt and jiggled again. Some of the others joined us watching her tits bouncing back and forward- big grins on their faces. Well he kept it up much longer than I thought but eventually he gave one last hard “I want to make a baby” thrust and pressed against her as he came in deep.

He pulled out and she spun round to take his now limp dick in her mouth and lick him clean. Didn’t see him offer the same service- well there’s always a first time. She did the dirty on him though, stood up with his juices on her lips and tongue and putting her arms round his neck pushed her mouth against his.

Oh, alright, I was wrong. He kissed her real hard back too and we all broke into applause. They were grinning when they broke the kiss and looked around. Three of the guys had been watching now wanted him to come down to the rocks for some fishing while Cindy put her hand up for us to wait then dashed into her tent for her toiletries bag and hurried over to join us. We split and let her in the middle as we wandered the fifty yards or so to the showers.

We did the proper introduction and I asked why she had looked so pissed when she saw us? Turns out she hated having her body seen and seeing such a hot mother and daughter- just repeat that if I may, “seeing such a hot mother and daughter”- she felt really awkward. And how did she feel when she saw Chris’s dick?

She gave me a “how the fuck did you think I felt when I saw Chris’s dick” look and I knew I’d gone too far because the only answer was that he was getting hard just through being with us a matter of seconds but she hadn’t aroused him at all and no girl wants to stare down the barrel of that, let me tell ya.

‘You’ve got such a sexy ass,” Louise chimed in, saving my bacon.

She looked round,” do you think so?”

“Oh yeah, ” I added,” real womanly.”

‘Oh, well gee thanks, I thought maybe it was too big?”

I nearly told her there’s no such thing as too big but managed to catch that one before it got out changing it to, “I can’t imagine any man not wanting to ram his cock between those cheeks Cindy” and that was good enough; she walked with a lot more sway after that. We had our showers and did our make up then went back to our tents to drop off our things.

This wandering around naked was really enjoyable but it was time to socialize, we had two bottles of wine in our chiller box and a few pretzels and nuts so we got what we had together and headed over to Milly and Eric’s caravan. We were going to go back to the beach but she asked us to stay and help set up. She had a proper fridge and I put the wine in there, got a few Tupperware bowls down to put the nibbles in and everything else looked under control so that was it wasn’t it?

No, she needed her chains in. In where I wondered then I realized as she brought out these beautiful fine silver chains she meant they went from ring to ring- as well as the titty and navel rings she had a clitty one too- hadn’t seen it.My eyes were pretty well shot for the close work without my glasses but my eighteen year old’s were good and she attached the chains as per Milly’s instructions. When she had finished I thought Milly looked pretty damned spectacular but she wasn’t finished and put on a leather collar with silver trim round the edges.

“There’s more to do, isn’t there?” I asked.

“Yes. We need to get the equipment out. Damn that Eric he was supposed to help and he’s blimin’ well gone fishing,” but she said it wistfully and I knew she didn’t really mind.

It was hard work though. There was a raised area which was in pieces and had to be assembled with some strategic screws holding the thing together so that took ages then there were posts to go in holes and we had to get the right ones in each but she knew what she was doing so between us Louise and I got everything ready and we went back to sit in the awning with Milly.

They were well set up there and Louise and my drinks were on the coffee table – yes in an awning- along with a few things to nibble on- not the ones we had brought. We sat Louise between us so she could feel a bit special. You might have noticed she was on the side a lot, hadn’t cum yet while I had so I was feeling a mother’s guilt over that as you do.

We didn’t ( that’s Milly and I) say much and Louise was a bit overawed by her elders so she was quiet too. Instead we sipped our wines encouraging Louise to get stuck into hers. She did and was soon tipsy- she was so cute pissed she really was. We could see she was getting drowsy so we helped her up into Milly’s caravan and guided her to Milly and Eric’s bed. I borrowed a towel to slip under her pretty head just in case and we left her sleeping.

“What the fuck is going down here tonight Milly? You’re dressing up as a sub, there are devices out there to hold people, there’s a stage. Tell me; I’m so horny I might just burst.”

She smiled,

“Yeah. I am so looking forward to it. I’m a sub, are you? I had you and Louise picked for subs- been spanked?”

My pussy’s condition changed from Officially Moist to Officially Very Wet as I leaned in to hear more.

‘We have to do a group belly dance and the winner gets the next punishment- we just keep on dancing till all of us have been punished.”

She saw me looking at her asking the unspoken question,” then we get gang banged.”

I had a faraway look on my face and she knew I was in. I wasn’t sure about Louise though; this was pretty heavy stuff and might have been just a bit too much. She might like to watch perhaps and I thought of her watching me squeal as I was tortured or scream as I was flogged or caned or something and I asked for a towel to sit on.

“Don’t be silly” she told me then got me to slide down and pull my legs up so she could do her best to suck me dry. I came again spurting but thankfully the perfect seal Tupperware lids kept their contents dry and she was able to wipe the coffee table and awning floor clean with a damp rag. I got her to slide forward once I was sorted and I sucked and toyed with her pussy. She was as much a slut as me and came very quickly. It was a real orgasm too with the cream oozing out of her beautiful wide open vagina for me to lap up and savor before swallowing.

Eric and the boys came in at that tender moment; each of them acknowledging the poignancy by putting a hand on their cock and stroking respectfully. I knew Eric’s cock, oops I mean Eric, but the two others I hadn’t met. Still on my knees I turned to them as Eric introduced Nigel and Patrick. I felt Milly’s leg push against me and, still on my knees , I moved to the left- in front of Patrick while Milly slid to her knees in front of Nigel and without saying a word guided his his half erect cock into her mouth. I did the same for Patrick’s and I could taste the sea on it. He was a lot younger than Eric , his son actually by a previous marriage but with so little resemblance I doubted Eric was really the father, not that I was going to say anything. He was adopted, I found out later without being a nuisance, no really.

Nigel though was the spitting image of his dad and his mother was sucking on his cock like some gay guy trying to suck the poison out of the rattlesnake bite on his partner’s butt. Both Nigel and Patrick came for us and I had another cum taste to add to my memory banks- one of the nicer ones too. They were nice young men too, after we had serviced them they kissed us and said thank you then got on with filleting the fish they and Chris had caught while Eric fired up the bar b que and suddenly the place was alive with action.

It takes a while for a bar b q to heat up and that meant Eric had time on his hands. He went in and saw Louise on the bed. She was on her back, legs splayed wide apart and everything on display. A lesser man would have taken his chance; Eric didn’t. I was watching him. He turned back to me put his arm round my waist and we left Louise in peace.

‘She’s beautiful,” he told me when we were outside,” you must be very proud.”

I went all motherly and nodded as he held me.

“Milly’s told me sort of what goes on and I’m keen but I’m not sure about Louise.”

“I am,” he told me with a smile,” she’ll kill you if she misses out.”

So that was that; Mother and daughter subs, may the best one be punished first.

It took an hour or so before the food was ready and there was quite a crowd waiting. All of us were basically naked while some had BDSM costumes- especially the ladies. I didn’t, not having thought to pack my slave’s collar- sorry just being sarcastic- no I didn’t have one. However all was well as the last man to join brought collars for Louise and me which had just been made by our Camp Mother Sharon. he put mine on me doing it up tight then went looking for Louise. He woke her as he secured the collar round her neck.

I thought my poor baby would be terrified but she just pushed her chin up to make fitting it easier; truly her mother’s daughter I thought proudly. We all sat cross legged on the grass and ate off our laps; there was plenty and I was full as can be by the time I’d finished. The women folk got to take the dishes over to the camp kitchen to wash up which I thought was unfashionably sexist but as I found later it was only to get us out of the way while they got things ready back over there.

We got a lesson in belly dancing and as we were taking on board the delicate subtleties of this time honored middle eastern dance (namely how best to push ‘em out and shake) Cindy came over ( yes with a collar- just made) and “had a go”. I thought she might strain something the way she had the girls flying back and forward. Maybe it was my words of encouragement (I’d like to think so) but she was on fire. She walked with that sway like she was drumming up numbers for a Guinness Book of Records Gang Bang attempt and she’d shaved so she was flashing that every opportunity to say nothing of dropping everything she held so she could bend over and flash her ass hole for the world.

The sun beat down on me, as I lay back in my lawn chair. The sounds of waves lapping against the beach a great counterpoint to the sound of slurping, as my sister, Lisa, licked and sucked my cock. I placed my hand on the back of her auburn hair, and marveled as it turned dark brown. She looked up at me smiling, and I was surprised to see her eyes turn to a shade of grey.

Coming fully awake, I realize that only part of the dream was false. My cock was buried in a mouth, and it did belong to my sister, only not the one I had originally been dreaming about.

Faith. The older sister I never knew I had, until after I came in her last night, was happily bringing my dick to full life.

“Good! You’re awake,” she said softly, and I realized we were not alone in my bed. Faith was only my half sister, by my father. Our different mothers were both naked and lying on either side of me, fast asleep.

Faith began to lick her way up my body, nibbling for a second on my neck, as she got her pussy in position. Once there, she began to push down against the head of my cock. She wasn’t nearly as wet as she had been last night, and it was a struggle for her just to get the head past her sensitive lips. If it weren’t for the fact that it was morning, the time I usually have the stiffest wood, she probably would have bent me in her attempt. As it was, there was a sudden release of pressure as the head of my penis finally broached past her entrance.

Faith sighed contentedly, and Sarah (Faith’s mom), mumbled in her sleep. We both froze, waiting to see what would happen next. When Sarah didn’t make any further noises, Faith began to slowly gyrate her hips, lifting slightly, then dropping down, bit by bit, trying to stuff my thick cock in her under-lubricated, tight hole. This time it was me that moaned at the pleasure of the sensations. Mom (mine) began to roll towards us, and we quickly scooted down, out of her way, so that we were now at the foot of the bed, and Mom ended up cuddling next to Sarah. We both laughed silently, and I felt Faith slide a little further down my pole.

It took a couple minutes, but when her ass finally reached my nut sack, her eyes rolled back, and she sucked in her bottom lip to stop a moan of delight. She held still, obviously trying to become accustomed to me, even though she had had me in her last night. Seeing the look of rapture on her face, I was able to see the similarities between her and Lisa. This made my cock jump, and Faith’s eyes opened wide as there was apparently a little deeper I could go.

Somehow knowing this time that Faith was my half-sister turned me on even more than I had been last night, and I began to move my hips softly underneath her, so as not to wake our mothers. Faith leaned down, and moans into my mouth as our hips find a rhythm together, and we dance to it.

Faith (who is a natural screamer like her mother), accidently lets out a small yell as she has her first orgasm, and I freeze, looking to the two at the top of my bed. Mom is tightly spooned up against Sarah’s back, and her fingers are absentmindedly tracing up and down Sarah’s torso. Despite this, neither woman seems to be awake yet.

I look back up to Faith with a warning look, and whisper, “If you want this to be just us–” but she stops me with a kiss, and begins to move her hips in earnest. I can feel her muscles gripping me as she pulls up, and then loosening as she starts to slam back down. Our kiss is the only thing keeping her screams in, but it all crashes down when Faith has another orgasm, and there is no containing the wail of purest bliss that escapes from our lips.

“What do you two think you’re doing?” Mom demanded.

“Yeah! You should’ve woke us up!” Sarah followed after.

Faith hadn’t stopped moving, as she came down from her climax, and she only smiled seductively at the two older women. Biting her lower lip, she beckoned her mom over to her. Sarah was all too happy to comply, and as soon as she was in reach, Faith grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her in for a powerful kiss.

Mom crawled over to me, and began kissing me as well, then kissing further down to my chest and nipples. I loved when Mom did this, and at this angle, it left her beautiful breasts dangling above my lips. I suck first one rubbery nipple then the other, as I felt Faith pick up her pace, and her screams getting louder. Mom kissed her way down my body, over to where Sarah was kneeling next to us, and then began to lick her way up the Blonde woman’s body.

Sarah broke her kiss off from her daughter, and pulled Mom up to kiss her. They collapsed next to Faith and I, as their hands began to roam each other’s bodies. I looked to Faith, and saw that her eyes were locked on the two older women. By the spasms I could feel around my cock, it was easy to tell that it was turning her on, and she was soon shuddering atop me in her third orgasm of the morning.

Faith rolled off me, and I saw that Mom had moved down, so that her mouth was plastered to Sarah’s pussy, and her ass was off the edge of the bed. I slid off the bed, and positioned myself behind her. It took me a second to get the right angle, but I relished in the fire I felt as I slowly fed my fat cock into her. As usual, her pussy felt like heat incarnate, as I thrust my hips, making her grunt and moan into Sarah’s slick slit.

Sarah watches me fucking my mother and playing with her own ample breasts, as she screams her delight at what Mom is doing for her. I can see the lust burning deep in her eyes, and I know it is reflected in mine. I feel Mom shake under me, as she starts to push back against my thrusts. She is nearing her own orgasm. I begin to rotate my hips, remembering how she liked that before and this seems to set her off. Her legs buckle, and she collapses on the floor, moaning as her body is wracked with bliss.

Seeing Sarah’s pussy before me, my first thought is to put it in her, but then I recall that of all the women here, I haven’t yet tasted her. Unfortunately with my arms in their casts, I can’t get to it with her in that position.

“I want to taste you,” I tell her, then lie on my back. She is all too eager, as she sits atop me, facing my cock. She bends over and I can feel my cock part her sweet lips, as she starts to lick her daughter’s and my Mom’s juices from my penis. I lick around her pussy, teasing her for a bit, before I lightly flick her labia with the tip of my tongue. She slams her mound down on my mouth, and I know she means business. I go straight for my signature move, and begin to pop her clit between my teeth and tongue. My cock reverberates from the scream it just barely muffles.

Sarah’s crotch parts from my mouth and she spins around, a look of wild hunger in her eyes. “That… Was…” She doesn’t finish her sentence as my cock slides into her well lubricated hole, and her eyes roll back. Her scream this time was nearly enough to make us go deaf. I turn my head, trying to protect at least one ear against the bed, and see Faith with three fingers in her twat, furiously frigging herself to the sight of her mom on top of me. I start to move my hips, and I see Faith match my rhythm. As I pull down, she pulls out, and as I slam up, she does the same. Watching her, I know I want back into her again. Both women are screaming in ecstasy, and I wonder where Mom has gotten off to.

Sarah’s large tits are bouncing under her hands as she tugs her nipples away from her body. Her hips are rotating on my groin as I pump into her tight cunny from below, and I can sense her orgasm coming on, as her screams get higher pitched. She reaches down, and begins to rub her clit hard. This does it for her, and her pussy clamps down on me, as her first silent scream escapes her throat.

Sarah bends down, and kisses me softly. “Thank you for that,” she whispers hoarsely. “I think someone else wants it back, though.” I follow Sarah’s gaze, and see that Faith is hungrily looking at us. Sarah gets off me, and I get onto my knees, and approach my half-sister.

She has a hopeful look in her eyes, as I look down at her. “I saved the last for you,” I tell her, and moan as she lifts her hips, and grabs my cock to slide it in. Sarah grabbed some pillows and propped them under her daughter’s ass, allowing her to relax a little. Faith’s legs wrap around me, and she uses their leverage to rock her hips, as I thrust. Her screams of pleasure were approaching those of her mother’s, and I knew I was finally getting close. I wasn’t sure how I had lasted even this long, but I knew I wanted to leave this load in my half-sister.

Sarah began to rub her daughter’s clit and suck her nipples, sending a tidal wave of screams from Faith, and I could feel her orgasm as it struck. This finally triggered my own, and it almost hurt with as much force as I shot my ejaculate into my sister’s sucking slit.

I collapsed backwards, and my sopping wet dick popped out of Faith, only to be replaced by her mother’s mouth, sucking my cum from it. I could only lay there in a daze as I listened to Faith’s screams and moans as her mother worked her pussy. When Sarah was done with her, she turned her attention to cleaning me up. It felt nice, but there was no way it was coming back to life anytime soon.

“Breakfast is ready,” Mom yelled from the kitchen, and we all got up. Sarah and Faith helped me get dressed, before we left my room. Looking back, my room looked like wild animals had been living in it, which in a way, I guess they did.

Mom made French toast, and waffles, orange juice and bacon. Now I knew where she had gone. Had we really been fucking long enough for her to make all this? I wondered. Then the smells reached me, and I realized just how famished I was.

There was a slight altercation as all three women wanted to be the one to feed me, but in the end, Mom won out on the simple grounds that she WAS my mother, and therefore it was her RIGHT.

About halfway through breakfast, Lisa came home. She sat down, and ate quietly, rebuffing any questions about how her night had been. She even only minimally reacted to the news that Faith was our half-sister.

Lisa finished quickly and went straight to her room. Faith and Sarah left soon after, with promises to return another time, or have us all over. Mom suggested I should go talk to Lisa, and see if I could figure out what was wrong. I figured I was the last one she wanted to see, but trudged downstairs, never-the-less.

I kneed her door, and it opened a second later. “Oh, it’s you,” she said listlessly.

“What’s going on?” I asked, worried about the change in my usually happy little sister. She pulled me into her room, and shut the door behind her.

“I screwed up,” she said. “I screwed up big.” I could see tears forming in her eyes, but I was powerless to comfort her with my arms in their cast. I stepped up close to her, though, just to let her know I was there. She wrapped her arms around me, and hugged me tight. I just let her cry, knowing she would talk to me when she was ready. “Can you ever forgive me, big brother?” she asked after some time had passed.

I looked down at her, asking what there was to forgive.

Slowly the story unfolded. She had gone to the mall yesterday, when she’d left here. She ran into some guys that were ditching school, and they assumed she was doing the same. They had hung out all day, and afterwards, they went back to one of the guy’s places. She had let him get her naked, and he’d fucked her hard and painfully. “It was nothing like how loving you are!” She told me. “It hurt, and when I told him, he didn’t care. He just slapped my behind and told me to ‘take it like the slut I am’. Oh, Jason,” she wailed, a new onset of tears coming, “I am a slut for letting him do that to me. I even let him in my ass, and that REALLY hurt.”

I was really upset that someone would treat my little sister that way. I wanted to go and kick their ass. I wanted to take a spike and shove it up their ass, and show them what it was like to be treated that way. Then I remembered my busted arms, and also the way I had treated Jenny. Jenny may have deserved it, but I still felt bad. Maybe I would find some way to apologize.

“Can you ever forgive me?” Lisa asked, bringing me back to the present.

“There is nothing to forgive,” I told her soothingly. “Besides, it sounds like you have already suffered enough.” I stepped back to look at her. “Why did you do it, though?”

“I was angry at you for being so willing to get Geo pregnant. So willing to stick your dick in her. I figured I would show you, and let some guy stick his dick in me, but it hurt. Oh, how it hurt. And he wasn’t loving or caring like you are. He only wanted to use me.” She looked up into my eyes, and I saw a small smile begin to blossom behind them, finally showing me the sister I knew. “I showed him, though. Before I left last night, I kicked him really hard where it counts. He won’t be using THAT again anytime soon.”

I had to smile too. At least I knew the jerk had gotten what he deserved. “Wait,” I said, something occurring to me. “You left last night? Where were you all night then?”

Her smile turned sheepish. “I slept in my car. I had a lot to think about, and I decided something.” She looked to me, and I indicated for her to go on. “I don’t care who you stick your dick in, as long as you still love me, and care for me like you have.”

Despite her confession, I felt it probably wasn’t a great time to confess just how many places my dick had been in lately.

“I will always love you, Lisa. Always.”

Lisa planted a hand on each of my cheeks, and pulled me down for a loving kiss. “Too bad mom is home,” she told me when she pulled away. “I could really use some brotherly loving.” I couldn’t tell her I was glad that she was home. I still don’t think I could’ve gotten hard right then, and considering my healthy sex drive, that is really saying something.

When we both went back upstairs, Mom greeted us with warm smiles. “I’m so glad to have my children home with me. Aren’t we lucky that Jason is here, Lisa?”

I blushed at the attention, but Lisa just said, “Yes mom. We are VERY lucky.

Mom set about cleaning the house, and even cleaned my room. She reported that Faith had left her panties under my pillow, and I could only smile. She had known I was her brother, and still she seduced me. I marveled that I no longer worried about incest, or the problems I had always heard about it. When it came right down to it, all it amounted to was a family that loved each other deeply, and shared with one another.

Mom got called into work, since she had called in sick yesterday, and as soon as her car pulled out of the driveway, Lisa started pulling me to her room. “Come on. I need you in me! I need to feel that loving connection again, to wash away that other guy.” Hearing about the other guy put me off a bit, but Lisa’s begging was also a turn on.

For the second time that week, I was interrupted by someone at the door. After the talk Lisa had had with me this morning, I wasn’t too pleased to see Geo dressed in a loose fitting sweat suit. Despite her attire, she somehow still looked stunning.

“I did say I would be over as soon as she left for work, didn’t I?” Geo said as she pushed her way past me.

“Fine!” Lisa said behind me. “But I get him first.” I was still shocked at the speed of Lisa’s turnaround in attitude, but just figured she was making the best of a bad situation.

Down in Lisa’s room, both women helped me get undressed and undressed themselves, and then Geo sat in a chair, letting Lisa “have me first.”

I felt like a piece of meat, but somehow rather enjoyed it.

Lisa kissed me slow and tenderly, and I returned it, trying to show all the emotion and caring I held for her with just my lips. She broke the kiss, and began to kiss her way down till she reached my stiffening member. Tenderly, almost teasingly she planted light kisses from the head, down the base, and even kissed my taint, before returning to the head. She stared it in the eye for a moment, then opened her mouth wide, and sucked it in. I could feel her tongue swirling around the sensitive rim, and moaned. Geo got up from her chair, and knelt down next to Lisa. I was afraid she was going to try to fight for my cock, but instead, she used her right hand to pull back Lisa’s auburn hair out of the way, and used her left hand to lightly trace her fingers over Lisa’s exposed skin. I watched as both women’s nipples got hard, and Lisa actually got goose bumps.

I compared the two women’s breasts, and while I had to admit that Geo’s looked nice and neat, they were too small for my tastes. I preferred my sister’s bigger C’s.

Lisa started to make slurping noises, and another moan escaped me. Lisa moaned too, and I noticed that Geo now had her hand on Lisa’s pussy. I couldn’t tell from this angle if she was fingering my sister, or just rubbing, but either way, Lisa was enjoying the attention. I knew I was nowhere near cumming, so I continued to watch as Geo kissed her way down Lisa’s body, and then slid her face under my sister. I knew the second Geo’s tongue touched her, as my sibling jumped and moaned at the same time.

Geo must really know what she is doing, because it didn’t take long for her to get Lisa to cum. When she had recovered, Lisa looked at me with the wild look I have come to know so well lately. She shoved me back, and I fell onto the bed. She crawled on top of me, and I felt Geo line me up with Lisa’s hole. Lisa sat down hard, and more of me than I expected went into her.

Geo knelt next to us, and I could see that her face was covered in my sister’s juices. Lisa began to rock her hips, working me deeper and deeper into her tight pussy. Geo grabbed Lisa’s face, and began to kiss her, returning some of her own juices to her. Geo then brought her leg over my chest, and scooted back till I could taste her, all without breaking the kiss to my sister. I felt a hand near where I was connected with my sister, and Lisa’s already tight cunny squeeze me harder. I guessed that Geo was playing with Lisa’s clit.

I sucked Geo’s lips into my mouth, and began to run my tongue between them as I sucked hard. I was rewarded a few moments later by a mouthful of her cum. Geo hopped off me, surprising me, until I saw her pull Lisa’s face down to mine for a kiss. She wanted Lisa to have a taste of herself. I obliging kissed my loving sister, and was surprised by the hunger with which she began to kiss me back. I began to thrust in earnest as we kissed, and loved the sounds Lisa was making.

I felt Geo’s tongue on my balls, and groaned in delight at the sensation, but it was short lived as she worked her way up to Lisa. My sister broke the kiss, and turned to look at Geo. “It really hurts back there,” she said, and I realized that Geo must have been licking her ass.

“Relax. I know how to treat you,” Geo said, and pushed Lisa’s face back to mine. I felt Lisa tense for a moment as we kissed, then relax. She sat still for a couple moments, and I noticed I could feel something moving inside her. It took me a moment to realize that Geo had at least one finger in Lisa’s ass. After a couple seconds, Lisa began to lift her hips, and slam them back down on me. She began to moan in earnest, her tongue in my mouth fighting desperately, when she finally came, soaking my cock, and kissing me desperately.

I waited for her to calm down, and began to move my hips, only to have her roll off of me. “I’m sorry,” she told me. “I can’t take anymore. It felt so good! Thank you, Geo, for showing me that it COULD feel good. I guess I’m just too sensitive down there right now to keep going.” She eyed Geo for a moment, then sat up, and planted a big kiss on her lips. “I will trust you to take care of him. You are welcome to use him till you get pregnant. Thank you again, for being so kind.”