Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2011 10:18:06 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Alicia Seduces Her Stepmother (lesbian/adult youth, oral, g/g, g/F, fgFF Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2010 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Alicia Seduces Her Stepmother By Jan My name is Alicia, and I can't begin to tell my story without discussing my parents. My father's name of Richard was all too appropriate. He truly was a Dick. He was a tall man of six-foot five, dark curly hair, blue gray eyes, very handsome. He was brilliant. He was an over achiever. He could be cruel to achieve his desires. He was truly a petty man, given to seeking retribution against anyone that he perceived as having gotten in his way. He had graduated from an ivy-league university, and moved right into a position with a Fortune 500 Company. He moved up through the company quickly. When being single became a hindrance to socializing with upper management, he sought out and married a trophy wife that had been properly schooled in being the wife of an ambitious man. She would never dream of embarrassing him at a social function. My mother's name was Victoria, but I felt she should have been named Barbie, because she reminded me of a Barbie Doll, an unrealistically beautiful empty headed plaything. Her biggest fear was that my birth would destroy her figure. Her life consisted of parties and the country club. As soon as I was old enough to go to school I was sent off to a proper boarding school. I didn't miss my parents all that much, because I was closer to my nanny and the maid than I was to them. I settled into school life quickly. Nature had endowed me with my parent's good looks and the sharp mind of my father. I knew from the start that I did not want to be like my mother. I had no desire to spend my life just playing bridge, golf, and tennis. I was no more than 10-years-old when my mother managed to drive her Mercedes SL Roadster into a tree at high speed while in a drunken stupor. I was given a week to go home to attend her funeral. About the same time sex was becoming an issue among my classmates and me. My friends were starting to discuss sex with boys. They were constantly discussing how attractive cretin movie stars and recording artists were. They read all of the fan magazines to keep up on the latest gossip. Some of my classmates were children of celebrities. One was the daughter of a famous Broadway star, another girl was the daughter of a famous movie and recording star, several were children of politicians and diplomats. Most of my classmates were daughters of stock brokers or wealthy businessmen. The daughters of celebrities drew a lot of attention until we found out that they came from just as dysfunctional and fucked up families as our own. It only took a few weeks to get over the novelty of a new celebrity's child entering our school before they became just another member of the school. Some of the girls had experienced sex at the hands of care givers, boyfriends of their mothers, older siblings or relatives. The girls like me that had no experience with males, were fascinated with the girls that had been fucked. The girls told us all about what it was like to be fucked. Some of them glorified the act beyond any reality, others complained about the pain so much, that some of us feared the day that some boy fucked us. There was even a couple of girls that had been raped by men when they were so young that their vaginas were damaged so much that they would never be able to have children. Just the same the typical conversation was about how thrilling it was to kiss boys. The fact that no males were available to practice with naturally led to the girls practicing with each other. Now...that got my interest. I had no use for my father, and all boys reminded me of him. They were pushy and rude as far as I was concerned. While one of the older girls in school was practicing kissing with me, she started feeling me up. That was very thrilling to me. I was happy to feel her up. She was only a few years older than me, but she was starting to develop breasts. I felt them and sucked on them for her. We even rubbed pussies, but didn't go beyond that. While that was going on, my father was pursuing his career. There were holidays that I had to remain at school, because he was busy. Besides, he played the martyred widow until such time as it became expedient to remarry. I'm not sure if one of those times when I had to remain at school he was busy or dating women. Just the same, one of my teachers took pity on me, and invited me to spend the holiday with her. This teacher was named Ms. Harris, a Scots- Irish natural redhead. She was a nice looking woman, with a trace of freckles across her nose. When my classmates were packing up to go home for the holiday, I remained in the dorm. After they were gone Ms. Harris took me home with her. I found it interesting to be in the home of one of my teachers. It was a modest little bungalow. The rooms were small, and she only had one bedroom. Hell, I had stayed in hotel rooms that were larger than her home. There was only the one small bathroom. It had an old porcelain coated iron bathtub with a shower head over it. If you wanted to take a shower you had to draw a curtain around the tub. The bathroom sink was a porcelain pedestal thing right out of the 30's. The toilet was no newer. Her bedroom was smaller than my closet at home. The full sized bed almost filled the room. You almost had to sit on the side of the bed to open the drawers of her dresser. I hardly thought about where I was going to sleep until bedtime. We had spent the afternoon talking to each other. She told me that when we were not at school that I didn't have to call her Ms. Harris, and I could call her Kathy. She told me about her family, where she went to school, her friends and such. She also got me to tell her all about myself. I found myself telling her more about myself than I had ever told anyone. Time passed quickly. As the evening wore on the conversation became more personal. She admitted that she had little use for men. She told me about having been raped by a boy she thought was her boyfriend. She told me how much it hurt when he bragged to his buddies about making her suck his cock and how she moaned when he fucked her. She told me about becoming very shy and withdrawn because the guys assumed that she was a tramp and an easy lay. She asked me if I had any sexual experience. I told her that I had never dated any boys. She was very understanding, "I guess you don't have much opportunity going to an all girl boarding school." Then she told me, 'I knew that a lot of girls in the school do experiment with a little lesbian sex." I was naive about the word. I only had a vague idea that she was talking about the way we practiced kissing with each other. The conversation was making me feel all atingle, and my mouth and throat were dry. She asked me, "Have you ever played with any of my classmates that way?" I felt comfortable that anything we said to each other would not be shared with anyone, so I admitted that I had kissed one of the older girls at school, without mentioning her name. Kathy pressed me for details. I told her how we kissed each other with tongue, and that led to me sucking her small breasts, and rubbing each other's pussy. She pressed me for more details. She wanted to know if we kissed each other's pussy. The idea of putting my mouth on another girl's pussy sounded so nasty, but strangely exciting too. I assured her that we had not done anything like that. Then I asked her if she had ever done that? Kathy said, "Whatever we say here does not go beyond this room!" I assured her that I would never tell anyone whatever she told me. Kathy got very secretive as she said, "After I was raped and became withdrawn, my mother's younger sister befriended me. She got me to tell her everything, while I was spending a weekend with her. We hugged while I told her everything. She kissed my tear stained cheeks before she started kissing me on the mouth. One thing led to another. That night we made love until we were exhausted. I have never wanted sex with a man since. The idea that this lovely woman was admitting that that she had no use for men, and preferred to have sex with other women gave me a lot to think about. We were sitting on her small couch while we were confessing our deepest secrets to each other. I felt a special bond with her. It felt perfectly natural that she put her arm around me, and hugged me. Our heads were so close together that I could smell her breath. It was not a foul smell at all. It was just a hint of minty mouthwash. When she lowered her head to kiss me, it was natural that I opened my mouth to accept her tongue. She held me with her left arm, while she took a long time kissing me. I didn't resist when she started rubbing my chest. Of course my chest was as flat as a board. The friction on my nipples was very exciting though. She started removing my school uniform. I leaned forward to allow her to pull my blazer off. Then she unbuttoned my blouse. She pulled it out of my skirt, to remove it. I had on a full slip, so she had to remove my skirt before she could remove my slip. She unbuttoned the pleated skirt, and unzipped the back before she had me stand up to pull the skirt down. Then she took hold of the hem of my slip to pull it up and over my head. She allowed me to sit down without removing my panties. As soon as we were cuddled up again, on the couch, she started feeling me up once more. She started kissing me again. She whispered sweet things in my ear, followed with wet kisses down my neck. She virtually kissed and licked her way down my neck to my chest. She licked and sucked on both of my small nipples until I couldn't stand it any longer. She must have felt uncomfortable about being fully dressed, while I was only wearing panties. She lifted her head, after I pushed her head away from my nipples. At that point she sat back, and started to remove her own clothes. She had on a nice spring dress suitable for an Easter vacation. The dress had a tight bodice that zipped down the left side of her body. She had to stand up to pull the dress off of her shoulders and down over her hips. To my amazement she not only didn't have a slip on, she didn't have any underwear on. All she had on had warning was self supporting nylons and high heeled sandals with cork platforms, that added a good three inches to her height. I was very impressed with her figure. The only way I can describe her is to say that it would be hard to find a flaw with her body. Her breasts hardly sagged without the support of a bra, and they were a firm 36-C size. The areolas were about two inches in diameter capped by inverted nipples. I could see her ribs. She had a flat stomach. Of course my eyes were drawn to her pubic area. She had wide set hips, with long shapely legs. It was obvious that she trimmed her reddish- pink pubic hair. She was standing so close to me that I could smell the aroma of her pussy, before she sat back down. As soon as she planted her butt next to me, I just had to feel her breasts. I put both of my hands on her breasts, and squeezed them. They felt like velvet, and there was a lot of give to them even though they firmly held their shape when released. She had her left hand around my waist, while she used her right hand to cup her left breast, and lifted it up in an unmistakable gesture of wanting me to suckle on her nipple. I lowered my head, and opened my mouth as I took possession of her lovely pink areola. I stuck my tongue into her inverted nipple. After awhile I had to suck the other nipple too. While I was doing that Kathy had placed her right hand on my tummy, and slowly slid her finger into the waistband of my white panties. I could hardly hold my body still as her fingers sought out my little wet crack. She was driving me crazy, as she played with my little clit. I felt some discomfort when she delved into my vagina, and encountered my hymen. She made no attempt to deflower me. Just the same she just had to remove my panties. She went on about how lovely my pussy looked, as she knelt between my skinny legs. She blew her cool breath on my vulva, before she started licking my pussy. I couldn't believe that she actually wanted to taste my pussy. I had thought all body eliminations were nasty, after all that was where pee came out of, but she acted as if she actually loved the taste of my flesh. I can't even describe the feeling she was inducing in me. By body quivered uncontrollably. I felt like I had to pee. I told Kathy to stop, because I had to pee. She ignored my warning, and continued to suck on my clit. I thought I could not hold back the pee any longer, and relaxed, but nothing happened, I still felt like I needed to pee. When Kathy finally lifted her head, she told me, "Honey, you are right on the edge of having your first climax. It will probably be another year or so before you have your first climax for real. When it finally happens, it will feel like you're going to pass out. When it is over, you will feel so relaxed that it is hard to lift your arms and legs. I will keep making love to you every chance we get until you know what a climax is all about." She sat back down on the couch, and placed her left leg behind my body. She relaxed with her head resting on the arm of the couch, and her right foot still resting on the floor. It was obvious that she wanted me to make love to her. I was fascinated with her body. I lay on top of her, and kissed her on the mouth. It was thrilling to feel her body under me. I could smell my pussy juice all over her face, and taste it, as I tongue kissed her. I started licking my way down her neck down to her chest. I suckled both tits for a short time before continuing down her body. I stopped at her navel, to tongue the indentation for awhile. Kathy let me know that she wanted me to continue south by placing her hands on top of my head and pressing down. I was rubbing my body against her vulva as I slid down her body. As I had noted before, she had shaved her pubic hair into a triangle and trimmed it to an even length of about a quarter inch long. As I approached the junction of her body I could smell the musky odor of her pussy. The thought that I was about to do something so erotically nasty made my pussy feel wet. Kathy had her fingers laced through my hair, and she smashed my face against her wet pussy. I couldn't help but notice that her inner labia lips were much larger than mine. It was interesting that I could suck one side of her lips into my mouth and pull my head back stretching the skin well beyond her vulva. I could not ignore her clit either. She was responding with all kinds of nasty encouragements. Eventually she let me know that she was cumming. My face was flooded with her juice. When she recovered she kissed me with such passion that I thought she was going to suck the air out of my lungs. She eventually stood up, and pulled me to my feet by my hands. She led me to her bedroom, where she simply pulled back the cover and sheet. She left on a small night light after turning off the overhead lights. We cuddled together before we started making love all over again. I will never forget that night. We sucked each other's pussy four more times before falling asleep in exhaustion. It was noon before we woke up the next day. Nature was calling both of us to the bathroom. She allowed me to sit down and pee first. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and brushed her hair before I finished peeing. Then we changed places. She gave me a new toothbrush to use. When we were cleaned up, we made our way downstairs. She made toast and coffee for us before pouring bowls of breakfast cereal. When I asked what we were going to do for the week, she smiled, "I plan to fuck you night and day!" I had to laugh at the mental picture. That was when it dawned on me that I had been so excited about spending the week with her, that I only had the clothes scattered around the living-room floor. I rinsed out my blouse, pantyhose, panties and slip in the bathroom and hung them on the curtain rod over the tub. We made love several times during the day. As evening approached Kathy suggested that we go out for dinner. I reminded her that my lingerie was still wet. She chuckled and suggested that I wear one of her small jersey tops, without panties or nylons. The idea frightened me, and titillated me too. While I put on her jersey T-shirt, my skirt, and my flats, she slipped a simple shift over her head without any underwear too. She put on her heels, grabbed her purse. She drove us to the business section of down town. I was struck by how much downtown looked like a deserted place after normal working hours. There was not much traffic. She wheeled her car into a parking lot behind a building that had a restaurant on the ground floor. We entered the back door working our way past the kitchen, bathrooms, and office. The dining room was not all that crowded. We were ushered to a table for two, given menus, and told that our waitress would be right with us. The waitress brought us water and asked if we were ready to order. I couldn't help notice the way she looked at me. Kathy ordered for both of us. While we waited, I surveyed the room. I noticed that everyone in the place was a woman. Some were dressed in casual pants and shirts, but most of them were in dresses. I noticed some couples holding hands. I also became aware of the attention I was drawing. It felt like all eyes were on me or Kathy. After all I believed that she was the prettiest woman in the place. Of course I was falling in love with my teacher. Kathy told me, "Don't worry this is a lesbian restaurant and night-club. These old dykes are drooling over you!" We had a great dinner, and Kathy used her credit card to pay the bill. Before we left, Kathy told me to turn my chair to face a couple of attractive women to our left. She told me to spread my legs to flash them. When I did, the two women smiled at me. I felt strange flashing someone, but it was also exciting. Kathy and I hardly wore any clothes all week. Sex was our main activity. Just when I thought she had taught me everything, she started introducing me to anal sex. I had the same reaction to the idea about anal sex, as I had about putting my mouth on the same place we peed from, I felt just as adamant about licking assholes. Kathy licked my asshole until I almost climaxed again. By the time she had licked my asshole a few times, I felt that I had to try and do the same thing for her. When I spread the cheeks of her ass I took a good look at her tight little pink rosebud. When I moved my face close, I was mildly surprised that I actually found the smell of her asshole sweet. It was a simple step to begin licking her asshole. I felt a certain amount of pride in my ability to please Kathy. The week ended all too soon. For the remainder of the spring semester Kathy and I had a torrid romance. When I had to go home for the summer my father introduced me to Anna, his next trophy wife. The minute I met her I felt uncomfortable with her. It was obvious that her act for my father's benefit was put on. I felt the tension in everything she said, and her touch. I figured that she resented the presence of a daughter. I was a reminder to her that she was not the first woman in my father's life, or an impediment to her getting her hands on his money. I knew that our relationship was going to be a difficult one. She was a conniving bitch, but the sharpest pencil in the box. I borrowed her cell phone long enough to get another cell phone keyed to hers. It was a simple thing to set it up so that all incoming and outgoing calls on her cell phone and house land lines were recorded. I figured she wouldn't be living there long time before she would say something stupid. It was not a matter of trying to protect my father. I knew he was an asshole. He deserved every bit of retribution coming to him. I figured someday a bigger asshole would ruin his career. He had all of the emotion of a rattlesnake. I just wanted to put the bitch in her place. When I checked the recordings, I deleted everything until I came to something interesting. Some of her conversations with her friends were less than discreet. The confessions of her plans for gold digging would not impress my father. He knew what he was marrying, and I'm sure she signed a prenuptial that was iron clad, even if she did read what she signed. Even if she read it, she wasn't legally educated enough to understand what she read. One afternoon I happened to be listening to a recording between Anna and a girlfriend named Wendy, it really got my attention. They were confessing their love for each other. At first I figured they were related. But very soon they were having phone sex with each other. It was worth listening to all of the conversation. I was even tempted to play with myself while listening to their conversation. Finding out that she was a closet lesbian was very interesting. I doubted that my father would give a damn about her sucking pussy. He had married her just to have eye candy on his arm at appropriate functions, but I started thinking about using the recordings to take advantage of her. She wouldn't know what his reactions would be. Just to be sure, I amassed a library of her phone sex conversations. Then they made a date for Wendy to come over when my dad was out of town on business, and I was supposed to be shopping with a friend. I had canceled the shopping date, without her knowledge. I quickly picked up four remote lipstick cameras. I set up a couple in the master bedroom and a couple in the family room, just in case she did all of her playing in one of the two rooms. The recorder was capable of recording all four channels at the same time. I was even able to monitor the action on my notebook computer with my wireless connection. So I hid out in the pool house to watch the action. It was definitely worth watching. Wendy arrived at the appointed hour and they started making out in the family room. After kissing for a few minutes they started feeling each other's breasts before retreating to the master bedroom. The two of them rapidly removed each other's clothes. The cool thing about having cameras located high at two ends of the room was being able to watch the action from different angles. Eventually they separated, and got dressed so that Wendy could go home. I spent the rest of the afternoon editing the videos. I took the four tracks and cut and spliced electronically to make a continuous video. I made a couple of copies before deleting the multi tracks. I debated all night long about how to take advantage of the situation. When the opportunity arose the next day I removed the cameras. They were in the process of planning a simple garden party wedding. They insisted that I be a member of the wedding party. Anna suggested that I be the maid of honor. I quickly suggested that her best friend should be the maid of honor. I was happy to simply be a bridesmaid. I didn't formally meet Wendy until the wedding rehearsal. I had to admit that she was a beautiful woman. The wedding came off with only a couple of hitches. Wendy and I wore halter topped evening dresses. She was a well endowed woman, and filled her bodice very nicely, but my breasts were just little lumps. The bodice looked like empty sacks until Wendy stuffed them with tissue. There were only about 20 couples at the wedding, a few of Anna's family and some couples that Dad selected for political reasons. There was a garden party following the wedding. The summer air was filled with the smell of flowers, booze, cigars, and cigarettes. There was a five piece band playing from the gazebo for the guests to dance on the patio. I befriended Wendy, and saw to it that her glass was never empty. As the afternoon turned to dusk the guests made their exits, and the newlyweds made their exit to catch the plane to Hawaii for a couple of weeks. By that time Wendy was plastered and fixing to have a crying jag. While the band was packing up, I ushered Wendy into the house, and guided her to my room. I put her to bed before checking on the domestic help hired to cater the wedding and to thank the band. When the house was quiet I returned to my room to check on Wendy. She had calmed down, and wanted to drive home. I insisted that she was in no condition to be driving. I assured her that she was welcome to stay with me. I assured her that I wanted the company. When she gave up I helped her get undressed. That was no problem at all. All I had to do was unsnap the halter top behind the neck, and the maroon evening dress cascaded down her body. I had to give Anna credit, Wendy had a marvelous body. She didn't have on a bra, or need one. She didn't have panties on because she obviously didn't want any panty-lines showing. I noted that she had shaved her pussy completely for the wedding. Her self- supporting nylons were very sexy with the lace spandex tops. Her four inch heels were perfect. I sat her on my bed, and picked up her dress to fold it. When I unsnapped my own teal halter top, I had forgotten about the tissue paper padding; they fell out of the cups and fell to the floor in two moist clumps. The dress fell even easier than Wendy's. I picked up my dress, and the tissues. I deposited the paper in the trash can, before hanging up the dress. I was not as bold as Wendy; I had on nude panties. I rolled down my nylons and stepped out of my heels. I did remove my panties before getting in bed with Wendy. When I spooned her, she was probably half asleep when she took hold of my hand and pulled it over her body and down to her crotch. I started stroking her pussy for her. She was wet. I stroked her clit until she was moaning in pleasure. I masturbated her until she climaxed. I suspect that she was too drunk to be aware that it was me doing it to her. She fell asleep as soon as she calmed down. I did enjoy the feeling of her butt pressed against my lap. In the morning Wendy woke up with a splitting headache and a full bladder. She was confused for a moment, before asking where a bathroom was. I escorted her to my bathroom. She sat down to pee, and placed her elbows on her knees and rested her head in her hands. She complained about her head, and the fact that her mouth tasted like a cat had taken a dump in it. I told her that I had plenty of new toothbrushes...she was welcome to use one. There was aspirin too. When she wiped herself she managed to stand up like she was in pain. She leaned against the sink while she downed a couple of aspirin with water. The water made her dizzy. She brushed her teeth while I sat down to pee. It took her a little time to remember last night. She asked, "Did what happen last night really happen?" 'What do you think happened?" I think I remember someone playing with my pussy last night." I moved close behind her and pressed my body against her backside, and placed my hand on her butt. I ran my fingers down the crack of her ass until I was able to cup her pussy. "You were not dreaming honey!" I finger fucked her while she stood there holding onto the sink. She tried to protest that I was too young to be doing things like that. I didn't listen to her at all. I took her back to bed and sucked on her breasts while finger fucking her. She didn't resist when I went down on her and ate her pussy. She lamented that she was losing the love of Anna to my father. I assured her that she would probably get to see more of Anna than she ever had. I told her that my father's driving force was accumulating wealth. Anna's obligation was to play the proper hostess for influential guests and be the trophy wife. He would be away on business most of the time. She could practically move in here and live with her. When we reached my bed I pushed her backwards onto the bed. I'm sure she was strong enough to overpower me if she wanted to, but she didn't resist as I started doing to her what I had witnessed Anna doing to her. I must say it was enjoyable seducing her. I'm sure I fucked Wendy more than my father fucked Anna for the next two weeks. When the honeymooner's got home Dad went back to work in a short time, and resumed working at a feverish pace. I let Anna become bored with staying at home, while I kept Wendy so busy she was not aware that I had reversed the battery in her cell phone. When I knew Anna was as frustrated as she could get, I made my move. I went into her bedroom while she was getting ready for bed. I deliberately wore a gossamer nightgown, while carrying my notebook computer. I told her that I had something for her to see. We sat on the side of her bed while I opened the computer, I opened the file marked Anna's. I watched Anna's face carefully for her reaction. Anna panicked when she witnessed the video of her making love to Wendy. She closed the screen when she had seen herself going down on her lover. "What do you want for this video?" I knew I had complete control of her. "I have no intention of destroying such a classic video, honey. I want to be able to put myself to sleep every night watching your performance. "Please...what do you want?" "I was just thinking how much I would like to have you please me the way you obviously enjoy pleasing Wendy." Poor Anna surrendered to my every whim. I made her suck my nipples, pussy and even lick my asshole for hours on end. I even embarrassed her by having her eat my pussy in the morning when the household staff came in to clean my room. When she was totally broken I insisted that she bring Wendy over. I had her make love to her in front of me. When Wendy came to me and knelt in front of me to eat my pussy, poor Anna was in tears. I had complete control of her before I returned to school. I made her promise to come up for regular visits, and to bring Wendy. I was planning on making her perform for my teachers and a select group of friends. 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