Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2007 22:13:28 +1000 (EST) From: Maria Subject: Am I a Lesbian Hi everybody, my name is Maria and this is my first attempt at writing a lesbian story. Am I a Lesbian I wrote it after an experience I'd had not too long ago and it turned me on to lesbian sex. I know it may be a "raw" story probably deserving of some polishing but I've enjoyed writing it and I hope that readers enjoy it to. If you'd like to tell me how you felt about it my e-mail address is topendmaria@yahoo.com.au. I will try to answer any questions you may have but remember I'm new to this story writing especially about lesbians. I'm in something of a dilemma, somehow or another a woman has got hold of my e-mail address and has been sounding me out about lesbianism. She's aware that my mother is now a confirmed lesbian from reading her stories on Nifty but how she's got my name is beyond me. I can't imagine that my mother has told her because she's very secretive about her lesbianism. Nevertheless, I had mail this morning suggesting that my mother "wants" me, is that a euphemism for wants to have sex with me? My mother is not aware that I know her secret, as a matter of fact I know the woman with whom she's having the affair, she's the mother of one of my school mates, not that I know her other than to nod to or wave to. Florence, the mother, is very nice and quite nice looking perhaps a little taller than Erica but why and how she and my mother have struck up a friendship is not clear to me. This third party that I mentioned earlier has apparently asked around to find out who Erica's daughter, that's me, is and if I'm in the game (not ON the game meaning prostitution), meaning if I'm lesbian too. I have not had any inclination to "make out" with another woman or girl or for that matter with a man or boy, apart from the sex angle I'm far too busy with my studies. I want to be a "professional" of some kind and wasting time with sex is so far from my thoughts. But, this third party has got hold of my address somehow and has been sending me what I thought were, at the time, obnoxious messages. I've gone back and read some though and they've started a kind of chain reaction in me. Among the messages, or rather attached to one of the messages, was a photograph of a semi naked girl and whilst I've looked at other girls when we're either dressing or undressing for the gym I've never shown any interest before in nudity. This girl, however, is different in that all she's wearing is a pair of stockings and high heel boots and she's lay out on a couch showing her private parts. I've looked at my own but that was not enough to turn me on but perhaps girls don't get excited about their own vaginas. Hers is shaved completely bald, not a trace of a hair in sight and it's done something to me but I'm not too sure what to make of the sensation I'm getting. Am I feeling some kind of latent lesbian thoughts that lie hidden deep inside me or is it just curiosity? The sight of a shaved vagina seems to be the catalyst for my thoughts and maybe I should give some consideration to shaving mine, will it be more hygienic or do girls only do it for sexual purposes. Can I ask my mother for a razor to shave myself with or will she want to know why I have to do it. Maybe if I ask my friend Indira she may have some idea but when I did ask her she blushed and laughed. Don't you know she's asked and when I'd said no she'd nearly wet herself laughing. Silly damned woman she's said, for someone so smart you can be so dumb Maria. I suppose they shave to look nice for their boyfriends. But lesbians don't have boy friends they have girl friends. Then it struck me, goodness, they do it to look attractive for their girl friends, how stupid of me not to realise this. So, does the woman who sent me the message, and I'll call her Ursula because I don't know anybody called Ursula, think that she looks attractive to me or is she hinting that I should shave too? Perhaps it's because she's hinting that my mother, Erica, is a lesbian and wants me to know it and perhaps it's meant to be some kind of a `lever" to make me feel obligated to become a lesbian to protect my mother. In my house there are two computers, one downstairs that the four kids use for school work and other miscellaneous purposes and one upstairs that's used for business purposes. The only trouble with all of this is that everybody knows everybody's e-mail addresses so should Ursula send me another naked photo it might fall into the wrong hands. There are two little kids, six years old, and in all innocence they'd probably call Erica to have a look and seeing my address on the mail Erica would be very irate about me exchanging naked photos with other girls notwithstanding her lesbianism. So, I've fixed myself up with another e-mail address and I'll damned well make sure that nobody else knows it and if Ursula sends any more photos I'll be able to make sure nobody else sees them. Oh, I didn't mention my twin brother who like all footballers in this part of the country is built like a young giant and I don't even want to imagine what he'd say if he saw these photos. I've sent my new e-mail address to Ursula so that others will not see any correspondence between us and I didn't ask her not to send more photos so the likelihood is that she will take my lack of complaint as acquiescence and send more. Am I excited about receiving more, apparently I must be or else I would have stamped this out right from the start. It was only a little later, after I'd given her my new e-mail address, that another photo off her dressed in a beautiful white lace nightie arrived in my in box and yes, this one certainly did hit the spot. I was quite aroused especially as one of her hands was on her breast and the other was quite clearly headed for her vagina. For a girl who'd only a few days had little or no interest in sex I was showing an distinct interest in it and I returned her e-mail, but without a photo, telling her how beautiful she looked but not telling her that she'd made me horny. Frankly, I'd locked the door to keep everybody out while I printed the photo and made sure that nobody saw me as I took it back to my bedroom. I didn't send a photo because frankly I didn't have one like that nor did I intend to get one like that, the fact that I'd admired her didn't mean that I was going to show everything off to her. Rather than just a photo of me she'd asked me for one with Erica and I either naked or partly dressed so she could have something to hang on her bedroom wall and admire at leisure. The thought of another girl playing with herself while looking at my photo was disconcerting in itself but to have her doing it while she was looking at mother and daughter was just too much. Like all girls I've had a little play with myself and brought myself to orgasm but it's never been like in a novel where the girl is beside herself with joy as the wonderful lover brings her to a shrieking orgasm, mine have been nice but just gentle dribbles, an expulsion of "juice" from my vagina. My next e-mail to her was just a confirmation of my special e-mail address that I would keep especially for her and nobody, and I mean nobody, in this house was going to find this new address, it was going to be, if I was truthful, my special "sex line". Almost instantaneously I had a reply from Ursula and there couldn't have been a better example of why I should have a private mail address, it was rude, vulgar, disgusting and so damned sexy telling me that my mother wanted to fuck me. How she had this information I don't know and perhaps it wasn't true but just something she'd made up to shock me but it related to Erica and what she supposedly wanted to do to me. Apparently she'd worn some of my knickers to give herself that naughty thrill of knowing that perhaps when she put them back in my drawer I would wear a pair of knickers that she'd been fucked in. Was it embarrassing or was it exhilarating information she sent me? In know my mother is a very nice looking woman of only thirty four, always nicely dressed in a skirt or dress, often wondered why she didn't wear jeans, with stockings and the whole works, she never went out looking in any other way than as a lady. Was there a reason for her smartness? Was it for other women to enjoy? Another nugget of information arrived in the afternoon when I had my turn at the computer again. She told me that a sixteen-year-old girl was fucking Erica. That had to be rubbish, she's far too intelligent for that but thinking about famous people there were lots of examples of smart intelligent women who were lesbians. Of course, having mulled it over in my mind and accepting that it was at least possible I asked her in my next message who the girl was but she wouldn't tell me right away, she would save it and have me in suspense and advised me to give some thought to fucking Erica myself. How could she suggest such a thing, I couldn't have sex with my mother but Ursula had asked me if I'd ever caught Erica looking at my breasts. Yes, I had, my breasts are bigger than hers. I have my father's build rather than my mothers. Erica has quite a slight figure, small bust, small waist, her bottom was very nice and even I had noticed that it swayed when she walked, very sexy too. Her legs were those of a dancer, quite muscular, she'd done lots of Scottish dancing when she was a kid. By the way, I'm not a giant or anything like that but my dad is a taller man and quite muscular and I've inherited that so I have a slightly bigger frame and breasts. Later in the day Ursula had sent me another in the stream of e-mails with this one telling me who it was that was fucking Erica. She said it's Madeline, it puzzled me for a while as to who Madeline is and then it struck me, she's Florence's daughter. Oh dear me, don't tell me that my mother is the shared fuck for two women, one about her own age but one no older than me. The way Ursula explained it there was nothing unusual about a woman having lovers who were related although in this case mother and daughter. Ursula also told me that not only was Madeline fucking Erica but she also fucked Florence too. My god, now I really was worried but I caught my reflection in a mirror and damn I was grappling with my breast, I must have been more aroused than I'd thought but there was no way I could fuck Erica even if two other women found her interesting. My brain was spinning round in circles and I remembered one Saturday morning when Erica had come back from the shops with her face flame red and I'd thought I'd detected her nipples showing through her blouse. She'd changed completely before making lunch of us and by then her flush had disappeared and her nipples had subsided, could that have been after she'd been with one of the women and could she have needed to masturbate to relieve herself. Each thought that crossed my mind was making my whatever it is that makes a girl horny race round my body and I asked Erica if I could be excused from the table as I didn't feel well. Now this is why they put locks on doors because she came in without knocking and found me with my hand inside my knickers trying to relieve myself and feeling one of my breasts with the other. I tried to cover my embarrassment by closing my blouse and pushing my skirt down but she'd seen everything and came over to the side of the bed and leaning down she's kissed me saying it's nothing to worry about darling, all women do it. The only question she had to ask was what had brought it on and she wouldn't take no for an answer when I said it's nothing. She'd just pressed on by saying I have something to tell you but you must keep if from the other kids and she'd gone on to tell me about her lesbianism and Florence and their affair but I said Erica I know all about Madeline. That had really stopped her in her tracks and blushing she'd asked who'd told me to which I'd answered that it didn't matter but was it true. She'd cried then, so I put my arms round her and held her to me as she told me about her conversion to lesbianism. As her story unfolded I was kissing her on her cheek and hair more as a `sympathy" kiss than anything else but as she moved my hand found it's way to her breast which made her shiver almost as though she was freezing cold but I noticed that her nipple started to make it's presence felt through her blouse. It seemed only natural that my hand should hold that rising nipple but it was my fingers that caught it and squeezed it. Something was happening to both of us, her other nipple that I could feel against my chest was rising too and pressing itself against my breast. As I went to speak to her to tell that it was OK I found that my words wouldn't come out, I was having difficulty swallowing the saliva in my mouth and as she turned her head to me her mouth moved to my lips and kissed me. Soon, we were making love like two seasoned lesbians and whilst she claimed not to be good at it she was making me squirm across the bed and she was having difficulty keeping me in place. The upshot of that was that she moved her torso on top of mine where she could keep me in place and moving her knee between my legs she showed me what she was capable of, just fucking me and making me want more. All this time my bedroom door had been unlocked and anybody could have come in but fortunately nobody did. I was grateful for that, I really didn't want to be caught in a compromising position with Erica all I did was send her to the door to lock it and when she turned I just held my arms out for her to come back to me. The afternoon passed beautifully but one of the kids came to the door to look for her, he must have found it strange to find his big sisters door locked, but sister and mother were locked in a very exciting embrace while daughter was now fucking her mother. Oh Erica, you were fantastic. I sent her to her own bedroom because it was more comfortable, almost twice if not three times the size of mine. On the way she'd spoken to the kids to make sure they were OK and when I heard her call me after about five minutes I crept across to her bedroom to find her taking her clothes off. I recognised my knickers and suspected that she'd done a quick change especially to excite me. We fucked again and later I'll explain what we did to each other to get each other `off" but afterwards I just lay with her resting my brain and body next to her letting her kiss me and telling me how much she'd wanted me and then when I told her I knew she'd asked me how and I'd told her about Ursula and our secret e-mail address and all the things she'd told me. When we dressed and went down to the kitchen there was nobody there, Paul was out with one of his mates and the little kids were driving the chickens mad in the yard. Having a cup of coffee Erica had quizzed me on how I knew so much and I'd explained about Ursula and what she'd told me so far which had worried Erica because she said there's much more to tell darling. She told me that of course she was a lesbian and that she'd really known about it since she'd been sixteen when she'd had sex with a woman in her forties and the next day she'd had sex with same woman and also with a young south American woman with whom she'd fallen in love but had never seen her again. Afterwards she'd followed her parent's wishes as most girls did in those days and married. She'd never regretted because she had four gorgeous kids one of whom she'd just fucked and dad had been a good man until he'd been enticed away from the family by another sixteen- year-old girl who was now pregnant with his child. When she told me who the girl was I'd nearly exploded because I'd brought that girl here so Erica could make her a dress for a school ball. She'd known that something was going on in her husband's life and he had been away further north inspecting a farm that he was supposed to be buying but she'd found out afterwards that he was fucking Sarah. While she was making the dress she was quite despondent and Sarah took advantage of her, and secretly she'd wanted her to. She'd fucked her on each occasion that she'd come for a fitting until that final fitting when she'd not only fucked her pussy but had given her her first anal fuck. Oh you poor thing I'd said but she said don't worry, I'm very happy now and with that she'd taken me in her arms again and pulled me down to her pussy and shown me how to suck her off whilst at the same time using my fingers in her pussy. Later we both went to the computer and locked the door and sent messages to Ursula telling her to threaten away, Erica had just fucked me so she could no longer hold her lesbianism against her without including me and Erica was going to mail her circle of friends to have nothing to do with Ursula until such time as Erica told them the ban was off. Since then, Erica and I have been regular lovers and we've now included Florence in our own little personal circle. Madeline, Florence's daughter, is in Germany for a while and she's now given up her contacts that she had before so that when she comes back she can rejoin us and share her sexual life with us. Erica has told me point blank that Madeline is hers but she may be prepared to share her with us as long as we all play together, a very acceptable arrangement for me. Erica has paid out Madeline's air- fare so she will be on her way home very shortly and then we will be our own little four-some to play as we wish. When the farm change over is completed we are all going to move to somewhere else, perhaps New Zealand, but we won't know just yet and when we've moved we may all subscribe to Nifty by way of stories written by all of us jointly. I guess the stories of lesbian love featuring mothers and daughters who interchange with their friends will shock some people but as they say don't knock it until you've tried it.