Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2012 19:04:49 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Mother's Friends (lesbian/adult youth, oeal anal, dom, g/FFF) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and her mother and other 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 2013 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Mother's Friends By Jan My mother divorced my father when I was just a baby. She was fortunate to come from a family wealthy enough to provide her with a comfortable life style without having to work, but she chose to work as a volunteer as a social worker to help unfortunate women that had been abused by their husbands or boyfriends. All of her close associates and friends were women. I grew up constantly in the company of women from a variety of positions in society and many suffering women. Mother assured me that being uneducated was nothing to make fun of or be contemptuous of. There was a reason for their condition and deserved respect. I was taught to respect the customs of other societies. Mother counted among her friends a number of women fighting for the same causes she supported, as such there were always women from a variety of religions and races visiting our home regularly. Her two best friends were women she had known for a long time. Ashley was a redhead that she had gone to college with. I felt a special bond with her. She was always my Auntie Ashley, even though we were not related. Ramona was a dark haired Mexican beauty, that mother worked with. She was welcome in our home socially almost as if she were family. I was both envious of and enamored with both of their figures. For the first six or seven years of my life I was oblivious to anything sexual. I never suspected that my mother was involved with any of her friends sexually. I never suspected that any show of affection of my mother for her friends had any sexual overtones. Oh...my mother didn't hide her affection for her women friends from me. She openly kissed them on the mouth, and was comfortable hugging and touching her friends. I was about ten-years-old the first time I started to become aware of sex. I saw enough television that flirted with sexual attraction of women for women that I began to suspect that my mother's displays of affection for her friends might have a sexual element. I didn't feel comfortable discussing my suspicions with my mother, so one afternoon while I was visiting Ashley's home, and we were sitting on her couch, I asked Aunt Ashley if I could ask her a personal question about my mother. Ashley was a good natured woman with friendly, talkative openness. She got a pensive look on her face when I asked her that question before she assured me that she would try and answer my question. "I have been wondering if my mother is a lesbian!" I asked. Ashley's eyebrows knitted, "Why do you ask?" "I have been noticing the way my mother kisses and feels up all of her women friends. I have heard people talking about women being lesbians doing that sort of thing, and I have seen movies on TV that deal with that sort of thing." Ashley's face darkened for a moment before she smiled, "I think you're old enough to be told about your mother. She is a very loving woman, and she does in fact have a sexual relationship with a number of women!" "Does she count you as one of her lovers?" Ashley, "Yes...your mother and I have been lovers from our freshman year at college. I never was jealous of her relationships with other women, because we trust each other. We even tell each other about our affairs with other women." I thought about what she had told me for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only moments, "What is it like to make love to another woman?" Ashley paused, "It's hard to describe what it is like to make love to a woman! All I can say is that I only enjoy sex with other women. Any relationships I've had with males have been less than satisfactory." "But, what is it like to make love to a woman?" "I can't tell you about how it feels. Are you asking me to show you how to make love to a woman?" I looked her in the eye before I answered her question, "yeeees!" Ashley turned towards me and crossed her right leg under her left leg, as she placed her hands on my shoulders, so she could turn my body around so that my back was towards her. I also had to cross my right leg under my left to be comfortable. She used her right hand to pull my long brunet hair from around my left shoulder to expose my neck and ear. She started kissing me on the back of my neck, as she slipped her hands under my arms and followed my ribcage up my body to my chest. My chest was still as flat as a board, except for my nipples, which were so sensitive that her touch felt like an electrical shock. She toyed with my nipples while she swabbed my ear with her tongue. It was all so stimulating that I could hardly contain myself. Ashley slowly reached down and pulled my thin jersey T-shirt out of my blue jeans, and pulled it up my body. I had to raise my arms up over my head and she pulled it off of me. She tossed it aside before resuming feeling my nipples. I was breathing in short shallow breaths, and my head was spinning. I could feel her large soft breasts pressing against my bare back as she used her hands to tug at the tight jeans. The five buttons popped open. She slipped her right hand under the waistband of my tight little blue hip-hugger panties. I felt her fingers slide over my bald little vulva. When her fingertips touched my little clit I almost pissed my pants. No one had ever touched me that way before. She diddled my clit until I thought I was going to pass out. When I couldn't stand it any longer, Ashley actually removed her hand from my panties. She smelled and sucked on her fingers while I recovered. Then she pulled me up and onto her lap, like I was a baby, while she took my shoes and socks off, before she pulled my jeans and panties free of my feet. It felt so strange sitting on her lap like I was a naked baby. While I was struggling with my feelings she continued kissing me. She reached behind her back and unhooked and unzipped the back of her tight fitting dress. She pulled the front of the dress down to her waist, to expose her luscious tits. Her creamy skin was sprinkled with freckles, and those beautiful breasts were capped with pink areolas and nipples that begged to be sucked. She lifted one of her breasts and wiped my lips with the nipple until I opened my mouth and started sucking on her tit like a baby. I clung to her tit with both hands, while she placed one hand on my bare butt, and the other hand returned to my hairless cunt. The hand on my butt moved under me until she found my warm sweaty little tightly puckered asshole. The middle fingers of both hands were being pushed into both of my holes. I was being finger-fucked front and rear at the same time. She took me to that point that I thought I was going to die. One more time and then she stopped. She sat me on the couch with my back against the over-stuffed arm, while she stood up, to remove her dress, and her pretty little lace panties. She only had on self-supporting nylons and high heeled T-strap shoes. I couldn't take my eyes off of her pussy. I had seen my mother naked before, but this was the first other adult pussy I had ever seen. She had a bikini shaved pussy. The triangle of pubic hair fascinated me, because I had never seen champagne pink pubic hair before. Her pink labia poked out beyond her pussy opening. Her clitoris was hooded with pink skin. She deliberately stood there in front of me and spread her legs, and used both hands to spread her labia open, so that I could get a good look at her cunt. With the labia spread her clit was exposed. Her vagina was gaping open. I could see the opening of her urethra, and the ragged opening to her vagina. I couldn't resist reaching out and touching her cunt. She shocked me by grasping my wrist tightly, and shoving my hand deeply into her pussy. My entire fist was swallowed by her cunt. She assisted me in fist fucking her pussy until I had the rhythm. Then she stood there with her head tossed back, and grasping both tits with her hands. When she started moaning and verbalizing all kinds of nasty words I thought I had hurt her, I tried to withdraw my fist. She screamed, "Don't stop, you little baby bitch!" She grabbed my wrist and shoved my wet hand back into her cunt. When she let go of my wrist she grabbed my upper arm and shoved half of my forearm up her cunt. I couldn't believe that half of my lower arm actually fit inside her cunt. She fucked herself on my arm until her eyes rolled back, and her mouth opened while she exclaimed, "I'm mm...cumming!" When I removed my fist from her opening, it was covered with slimy juice. I sat there looking at her open vagina. I could see into her hole. She knelt by the couch and spread my legs open. I thought she was going to try and stick her fist in me. I almost panicked, until she bent over and kissed my hairless pussy. I couldn't believe that anyone would ever want to place their mouth on the opening girls peed from. (Boy did I have a lot to learn.) She drove me crazy with her lips and tongue. She even lifted my butt up so that she could lick my asshole too. (I have been told by other girls that they didn't have their first orgasm until they were 12 or 13- years-old.) Well I had my first orgasm that afternoon. I was one sweaty little bitch by the time I finished kicking Ashley's back with my heels. While I recovered Ashley sat at the other end of the couch with her back against the other arm. She reached for her purse and retrieved her cigarettes and lighter. She put one of her filtered cigarettes in her mouth and lit up. She took a long drag before removing the cigarette and blew the smoke towards the ceiling. I thought she was the sexiest woman in the world at that moment. I crawled on my hands and knees, the length of the couch, so that I could show her how much I loved her. The smell of her cunt was hypnotizing to me. She spread her legs as I approached. Her pubic hair was glistening from all of the juice that had seeped out of her cunt. I filled my nose with the smell of her pussy. (I still measure the smell of all pussies by the way her cunt smelled.) I pressed my face into the wet crevice. I savored the taste of her juice while lapping at her opening. She obviously enjoyed my efforts, measured by all of the noises and nasty words she screamed. She was bucking her hips around and off of the couch, so much that I was having a hard time keeping my mouth attached to her cunt. Before I knew it my tongue was wiping her asshole too. It surprised me that it tasted as good as it did. By the time she finished with her orgasm I was just as exhausted. I had not even been aware that the whole time I was eating her pussy I had been playing with my pussy too. Ashley was aware that she didn't dare send me home without giving me a bath, because I reeked of the smell of her pussy. From that afternoon on I looked at all of my mother's friends differently, as well as her. I became aware of the differences in her when she had spent a few hours with one or another of her friends. There were times I smell traces of perfume of her friends on her clothes and body. Other times I was sure I smelled pussy juice on her face when she kissed me after I went to bed. One time when I was going to spend the night at the home of a girlfriend's we had an argument so I walked home without alerting my mother. I opened the front door with my key and headed towards my bedroom. As I approached my room I heard voices coming from mother's bedroom. I paused in place while I listened to the exchange of voices. I recognized Mother's voice right away, but it took me a moment to recognize the voice of Ramona, her Mexican friend that had moved east as a promotion within an investment company. During their exchange I heard Mother begging Ramona to use her like the bitch she was. Ramona answered with a comment like, "Move that ass of yours bitch!" I couldn't resist trying to get a look at what they were doing. I tested the bedroom door, and found that it was not locked. I turned the knob slowly and slowly opened the door, while holding my breath, because I feared that the hinges would squeak. I peeked around the door and saw my mother in her hands and knees on top of her bed. Ramona had a handful of Mom's hair and pulling on it like it was the reins of a horse, while she was fucking my mother's ass with a big black strap-on dildo. I couldn't believe that Mom actually was enjoying the assault on her asshole like that. I eventually closed the door and retreated to my room. I didn't go to sleep until the early morning hours. I was masturbating like crazy, while thinking about what I had witnessed. I could also hear them talking through the wall. I couldn't make out everything, but I heard enough to know that Mother was enjoying being brutalized by her friend. I didn't learn exactly how much Mother enjoyed being dominated until another evening. One evening after she came home late after a date with her Ramona, I knew she was drunk. She hardly made it to the bathroom. I heard her throwing-up. I was compelled to help her. When I entered the bathroom it stank of the smell of shit and vomit. I had to help her wipe her butt, and help her into her bedroom. When I helped her remove her clothes I saw that her butt and the backs of her thighs were striped with red marks. It was obvious that she had been spanked with a narrow rod, like a cane or whip. Her nipples were also inflamed. The flesh of her tits was bruised. I thought she had been attacked. When I asked Mom who had attacked her, she mumbled that she had been playing with Ramona. I could barely make out what she was saying. I managed to get her into her nightgown and into bed. Looking at her unconscious body I couldn't resist taking advantage of her. I pulled the front of her gown down to expose her 36-C breasts. Mother and I are natural brunettes, as such our skin tans easily. We do sunbathe just enough to maintain a healthy golden color. Her breasts are beautiful to my eye; they are shaped so nicely, even lying on her back. The natural weight of most women's breasts would spread over their chests resting on their arms. Mom's breasts were still proudly firm cones with the nipples pointing at the ceiling. Her areolas were much larger than mine but we both have dark dimpled mauve ovals. I couldn't resist touching her breasts. As I cupped the soft flesh of her breasts, she moaned, and almost inaudibly she whispered the name Ramona. She must have thought that it was still Ramona that was playing with her tits. I bent over and took a nipple into my mouth and sucked on it hard. Mother placed her hands on my head as if to direct my attention to an itch in her tits. Her eyes were still closed as she pleaded with me to suck harder. She eventually pushed on the top of my head, directing me to move down her body towards her cunt. My face glided easily over the satiny material of her nightgown. I reached down to her thighs to find the bottom of the nightgown, and pulled it up until her midriff was exposed to my touch. I could make out the red and swollen flesh of her pussy by the pink glow of her nightlight. I felt sorry for the way her pussy had been abused, so I gently kissed on licked her vulva. Mother's pubic hair was dark, but she shaved it into a bikini cut and trimmed the rest of the hairs to an even length. I parted her labia with my tongue to find her swollen clitoris. As soon as my tongue touched it Mother let out a satisfied moan. She started to say, "Ramona, you make me feel so...." Her eyes opened and saw that it was me licking her pussy. "No...no you shouldn't be doing that to me, it's not right for you to be eating my cunt! You're my own daughter, honey!" I didn't respond to her pleas, and continued eating her pussy. She feebly tried to push me away, but I clung to her hips and ate her pussy until she gave up trying to fight me. She was wallowing in her decadent, incestuous pleasures. When she quivered in a long orgasm, I moved up her body to kiss her on the mouth. She was crying. "I didn't want you to ever know about how I seek out my sexual gratification. I wanted you to grow up and find a truly loving man to look after you and have children of your own. I wanted you to have a normal life!" I placed my smelly fingers to her lips, "Don't say that! I have suspected about your relationship with women for a long time. My suspicions were confirmed about a month ago. Aunt Ashley taught me how to please a woman, and I loved it. You have to tell me why Ramona abused your body so much?" Mother stroked my hair, "Ramona and I have a special relationship. She likes to dominate her sexual partners, and I enjoy occasionally being abused as part of satisfying a sexual need in me!" 'Do you think I would enjoy that kind of sex?" "Honey, the dominant and submissive game is not something every girl should get involved in. It can be dangerous. You have to know how much you can stand, and stop it when you reach your limit." Mother was sobering up quickly by that time. She took me in her arms and hugged me tightly. She started biting my flesh with little love bites while she made love to my nipples. I was in heaven when she bit my clit and pulled the flesh to its stretching limit. It felt both painful and sexually stimulating at the same time. When my orgasm swept over me I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed it. Mother and I clung to each other as we surrendered to sleep. It was almost noon before our bladders woke us up. We laughed at the fact that we both needed to pee so badly. Mother solved the problem by sitting on the toilet and having me sit on her lap facing her. I pissed all over her vulva while she was relieving herself. We talked about nothing but sex all day. She told me about the first time she had sex with a friend. She also admitted that she had continued having sex with girlfriends after she got married. I told her about when I suspected that her lady friends were more than just friends, and because Ashley is like and aunt to me, I had asked her if my mother was a lesbian. Ashley answered the question by showing me how women make love to each other. I liked it and that is why I have been seeing so much of her lately. Mom asked, "Would you like to visit Ramona with me tomorrow night?" I was fascinated by the idea of what went on at her house, so I agreed. Mom used her cell phone to call Ramona and made a date with her, and asked if she could bring me along. After a couple other exchanges, she assured Ramona that we would be there tomorrow evening. The next afternoon as soon as I got home from school I began preparing for the evening. I selected my clothes very carefully. I wanted to look more mature than my age. Physically I could not change the fact that my chest was as flat as a board, and my pussy was as bald as a baby's. I selected panties that would fit as tightly as possible. I did have some nude self-supporting nylons and pumps with two inch heels. I selected a simple shift dress in black. Then I prepared my bath. I used scented oils and soaked in the very warm water so long that I had to add more hot water a couple of times. When I eventually got out of the tub I dried off very carefully. Then I powdered my body. I was just beginning to put on my panties when Mother got home from work. She checked on me before she went to her room to get ready. She approved of my selection and the way my tight little panties creased my swollen little vulva. She said, "I love the way your camel toe looks baby!" I was dressed long before Mother was ready, so I sat on her bed watching her get dressed. She had selected dark nylons and a black spaghetti strap cocktail dress that showed off plenty of thigh. I thought she was the most attractive woman in the world. I was as nervous as a wild cat in a locked room as Mother drove us to Ramona's home. I had visited her home plenty of times and thought her home was nice looking. There was just the right mix of modern and traditional to make it not look as sterile as modern furniture looks. When Ramona welcomed us into her home she was dressed in a strapless cocktail dress in red. Only a woman with a golden brown body should ever wear red. I had always admired her and been a little bit intimidated by her. She truly had an hourglass figure worth dying for. She was five-foot nine, 36-DD, 26, 38. Her hair hung down her back in flowing dark waves with slight reddish highlights. Her brown eyes were so dark it was like looking into black mirrors. She had a wide nose, and very full, kissable lips. She was a very gracious host though. She escorted us through her home while she showed off her home to me. She offered us refreshments while we talked. Mother explained to Ramona that I was no longer a virgin. She told her the Ashley had been teaching me for a couple of months. Ramona's face lit up, because she knew Ashley's taste in young girls. She asked, "Do you really think Bonnie is ready to be introduced to the domination game?" Mom placed her arm around my shoulders and stroked my hair with the other hand as she said, "Bonnie is a very horny girl! I'm sure she will enjoy the games!" Ramona stood up took our glasses from us and placed them on a tray as she led us to the kitchen. She placed the plates and glasses in her dishwasher and closed the door, before leading us back to the hall, where she opened a door leading downstairs to the basement. She turned on the lights as she led us downstairs. Like so many New England homes her home was built into the side of a hill with a fully finished basement under the first floor. The basement was fully furnished because the basement was cooler during the heat of the humid summers. There were rooms that contained storm shutters to be put up during the winter months. Ramona's basement, like most other New England homes had one large room that looked like a comfortable living room. There was a 60-inch LED television on the wall, with a large leather sectional couch and recliners. When she turned on the lights the room had been filled with soft music coming from a stereo. As we descended the stairs Ramona assured me, "In the S&M games the person being punished is actually in charge. All they have to say is the control word to stop any game!" I had no idea that I would actually be in charge of the action. I thought the minute the victim was restrained they were completely at the mercy of the dominant person. While Ramona was talking to me, my mother was undressing. As soon as she was naked mother started undressing me. I stood there watching, unable to move or avert my eyes from the action. I was so busy looking at my mother's naked body, and what she was doing to me that I paid very little attention to Ramona. I was only casually aware that Ramona disappeared into an adjoining room and closed the door. When Ramona reappeared I was startled by the change in her apparel or lack of it. She was decked out in a black leather corset. The breast cups lifted her tits but didn't hide her big brown areolas and nipples. Her crotch was exposed, and her vulva was shaved clean, allowing me to see her labia dangling out of her pussy with chrome rings hanging from her lips. She had on dark self-supporting nylons that came all the way up to her crotch, and she had on high heeled boots. She looked like something right out of a cheap porn movie. She had on black opera gloves. Her hair was down and flowing wildly with every step she made. If I didn't know her so well I would have been frightened by her appearance. She was holding a riding crop in her right hand and was slapping it against the palm of her left hand. She had a threatening expression on her face that I had never seen before. She simply said, "Bonnie, from now on your escape word is 'Gus-Gus the mouse from Disney's Cinderella.' Anytime you want the action to stop simply say your escape word and the game will be ended." With that Mother and Ramona started removing all of my clothes. I had never felt more exposed and vulnerable in my life. She took the time to show me all of the toys and restraints she possessed. As imposing as they all looked the restraints had padding to prevent chafing. As she was showing me the handcuffs she was also fastening them around my wrists. When both of my hands were secured she attached them to a chain that was suspended from the ceiling, and hoisted my hands up over my head until I was standing on tip toe. She had to kneel to secure my ankles to some rings attached to the floor. I was spread eagle in the middle of the room completely at her disposable. She started drawing the tip of the crop over my flesh so gently that it was making my skin crawl like ants were walking all over my body. It was driving me crazy. Just like that the leather loop flicked the right nipple with a bite that sent a message of pain I could not prevent myself from letting out a shocked cry of pain. She bent over and kissed the tip of my nipple. Even though the kiss was as gentle as a feather's touch I felt a sensation of pain. With every stripe she applied to the flesh of my breasts, she applied a kiss. She added stripes to my butt just as judicially. No one had ever kissed my butt the way she did. I felt her licking the crack of my ass, although I couldn't see what she was doing. That added new chills through my body. She saw to it that I had welts not only on my posterior but also on the backs of my legs. Eventually I felt additional lips kissing my butt when Ramona started paddling my vulva with a flat leather strap. There was something so erotic about the knowledge that my own mother was kissing my butt while another woman was slapping my pussy. I endured everything, and discovered that it made the sex all the more exciting. Just when I thought my sexual stimulation couldn't get any more stimulating, Ramona stepped into a strap-on dildo that looked like something that should have been attached to a donkey. As much as the sight of her dildo frightened me, I couldn't believe that she was going to be able to insert that thing into my body. Ramona approached me as I hung there suspended from her ceiling and guided that tool between my legs. When I tried to pull my butt backwards I was prevented because my mother was pressing her body against my backside. The dildo stretched my pussy beyond my ability to believe. I was sandwiched between two adult women. Mom had her hands under my arms and her hands were clinging to my budding breasts. By the time they released me from the bindings, I was a sweating and quivering like a bowl of Jell-O. They had to allow me to rest and help me bathe before Mother helped me get dressed and took me home. I slept for 12 hours without stirring. When I woke up a new world awaited me. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.