Date: Thu, 30 Mar 2023 22:31:04 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeremy Reynolds Subject: Chapter 3 of A Mother's Infinite Love Hello! The usual Nifty disclaimers apply--basically: I do *not* at all condone many of the behaviors depicted in this fantasy, seeing as they occur between adults and minors. In real life, someone who does what the adults in this story do are doing something very harmful. I do not want to receive any emails with any illegal or morally wrong material. I also do not want anything like dick pics sent to me. Thank you, hope you enjoy! Please email other responses to: jeremyreynolds1234@myyahoo.com. Reminder that Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. Please use this link to make a donation: https://donate.nifty.org/) This story features themes of lesbian incest, with depictions of mothers and minor daughters engaging in sexual behavior together. (And yes, I am a man, and so sometimes I probably do get some of the "anatomy" wrong. I do try. But hey, it's a fantasy!) There are multiple characters in this story, including the following: -Anna and her twin daughters, Kaleigh and Skylar -Kristen and her daughter, Mackenzie The various chapters are from their various points of view, as indicated in each subtitle. Chapter 3: Anna The morning after I had caught my twins kissing naked in bed, I was in the kitchen sipping coffee and spooning cereal into my mouth. I had continued thinking about what had happened the night before, still not really making too much sense out of it. I had decided that I would bring it up to the girls at some point in the near future, not necessarily today, but at some point or other. I had to, right? Just then, as if I had called them up with my thoughts, Kaleigh and Skylar came into the kitchen. They wore their matching pajamas, little red T-shirts with flannel bottoms. It was Saturday, so they didn't have school and we could all take our time. "Hi, Mom," Kaleigh said, smiling at me where I sat at the dining table. "Good morning, sweethearts," I said, smiling at them both in turn. "How'd you sleep?" "Slept fine," Skylar replied. "Cereal for breakfast?" "Yup, nothing fancy today," I said, and then suddenly changed my mind. "Actually, I can make you something, oatmeal or eggs or something?" "No, it's fine, Mom," Kaleigh said, making her way over to where we kept the cereal. "We'll be good." I watched as the two of them poured bowls of cereal and then came over to sit at the table with me. We ate in silence for a few moments, before the subject of today's plans came up. "Is it still okay if we go to Rebecca's house today?" Kaleigh asked, taking another spoonful of cereal. "She wants us to meet her new dog. He's just a puppy. His name is Rex." "That's fine," I said. Their best friend was Rebecca, who lived just a few doors down. We finished breakfast, while all the while I kept wondering if I should ask about last night. I would look at one of them, Kaleigh and then Skylar, for a few moments, wondering what had been going on in their heads, in their minds, the night before, but then I'd "chicken out" and decide to wait. Before I knew it, the girls were done with breakfast and had darted upstairs to get changed. They came back down again, having changed into some cute outfits. Kaleigh wore a little button up blouse with a plaid skirt, and Skylar wore a spaghetti string top and shorts. They both came up to where I still sat at the dining table, I in my robe, and hugged me goodbye. "We'll be back for dinner, Mom!" Kaleigh had said. "Love you!" "Love you too," I had said, meaning it. The two headed out of the kitchen and then out the front door, leaving me alone with my thoughts. After getting dressed, I tried to do some chores around the house including some laundry, but I kept finding myself thinking back again to that scene, the two girls on the bed in the moonlight. I kept asking myself, again, over and over, about whether this was normal, and about what I as a parent could or should do ... At last, I couldn't take it anymore: I would try to look this up on the internet! I sat down at my desk, opened my computer and then pulled up my browser. I went to Google and typed in, "lesbian incest," and pressed "Search." I found some articles about things like abuse and being a "survivor" and things like that. Along with the articles, came a thing at the top of the results that said something about a "Safe Search" feature being turned on. I figured that maybe that was limiting my options so I went into my settings, turned it off, and re-ran the search. This time it came up with porn sites, where there were some videos with titles like, "Mother fucks daughter" and "Sisters kissing." I clicked on the one of the sisters kissing and a moment later I was on a porn site watching a grainy video of two twin women in their 20's probably, on a couch making out and touching each other. Both were wearing cheerleader outfits. I felt intrigued then by what I was seeing ... I had looked up porn before, of course, and had even viewed lesbian porn, but this was something new to me. Despite myself, I felt myself getting a little excited, aroused as I watched, which was a signal to me that I should probably stop the video and get back to my Googling. I ex'd out of the video and ran another search, "lesbian incest forums." I browsed through several sites and modified and re-ran my search several times, and at last I found a chat room on an erotic stories site that looked promising. The name of the chat room was "Lesbian incest in real life." I created a pseudonym for myself, "AngelaMitchell," and entered the shared virtual space. There wasn't a whole lot of activity in there. I saw that a mod had put in several comments about avoiding conversations about interactions with minors. There were also several "horny" comments here and there by various users describing various lesbian sex acts, one of them including something about a "three way" between a dad and his two daughters. Finally, looking through the chat history, I found a comment that seemed like it could be helpful: "Anyone up for a serious discussion? What should I do about my attraction to my daughter? Please only DM me if you have real experience with lesbian incest in your family" I clicked on the username, "WonderingWoman," and selected the option to send a direct message. I typed out an introduction: "Hi! I'm Angela. I would like to hear more about your experience. Reply when you can, thanks!" I clicked enter and let it fly. I got up and returned to my chores, almost forgetting after a while that I had sent any messages out and, what's more, almost seeming to forget about what I had seen last night! Just when I was about to put my laptop away, a "ding" sound came up from it, disrupting the otherwise very quiet office. I sat down and moved the mouse so as to bring up the screen again. There I saw that "WonderingWoman" had replied to my message, saying, "Thank you, Angela! I'm Kristen. Let me know when you're available to chat." I immediately typed out, "Now good?" "Sure," came the reply. "Ok cool. Can you tell you me about yourself?" I asked next, hoping this would not lead to me getting pulled into some chat sexting thing with this (apparent) "woman," or to me getting a "dick pic" or something. "I am 29 years old, live in Fort Collins with my daughter. I'll call her Maggie if that's ok. I'm divorced so it's just her and me. She's very young, barely 18. And I'm in love with her." "How do you know you are in love with her?" I asked, but then added, "Oh, and I don't live far from you, I'm just outside Denver. And I have two twin daughters who are 12 years old." There was typing, then a pause, then typing again, and then this came up on the chat: "Nice to meet you! Cool that we're so close! I think that I have always loved my daughter, since she was born. I can't explain it well. I get `butterflies' when I see her and think about her. I've also fantasized about kissing her, and us having sex." "Wow, are you going to talk to her about it?" I asked. "No, probably not. I wouldn't ever really do anything with her, I think ... Unless she really wanted to, I guess. What's your story?" "Well," I began, typing. "I am new to all this. I caught my twin daughters kissing last night in one of their beds, and they were naked. I'm not sure if I should say or do anything about it though." A moment later: "Wow, and you want to join in?" I shook my head, as if "WonderingWoman" could see me, and wrote, "Oh no, I am just confused and wanting to know if I should ask them about why they're doing it. They said it wasn't the first time." Typing again, then a pause, then more typing, before the reply: "I get that. But do you think it's wrong, what they're doing? Maybe they are in love like me and my daughter are in love? Or I mean how I am in love with her?" I thought it over. I guess that it was possible that they had similar feelings for each other that this woman was describing to me, about her daughter ... But could that really be? Was this person just faking all this? Was this even a woman? I typed: "Can we maybe do a phone call instead, or a FaceTime or something? I think talking about this that way would be better." A few moments passed, then the reply: "Sure. Let's do FaceTime. Now good?" I hesitated. Was I ready to plunge into a FaceTime session with this stranger? What if it were just a horny dude wanting to show me his cock? But maybe it was a woman who could help me somehow ... Was it worth the risk? I typed out: "Ok," and, hesitating a moment longer, I typed out my phone number. A couple minutes later and my phone was nosily alerting me that I had a FaceTime user calling in. I tried to compose myself as best I could and then pressed the green button to accept the call. A second later and I was face to face with a pretty blonde woman, probably a few years younger than me. She had make-up on, with red lipstick, and had her hair done up nicely. I, meanwhile, had not bothered to put on make-up today and my hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail. "Hi Angela," the woman said. "It really is good to meet you." "I'm actually Anna," I said. "I was just, um, worried about the chat." "Oh, I get it, sweetie," the woman replied, chuckling a little. "I'm actually Kristen by the way. And my daughter is Mackenzie ... and she's actually only 10 years old." My eyes must have widened then because the woman looked embarrassed. She was quick to add, "But don't worry. I haven't done anything with her and I know I shouldn't." "It's okay," I said in reply. "I won't judge anyway. This really is just so new to me, all of this." "It takes some getting used to, sweetie," Kristen said, and sighed. "So your daughters were kissing, you said? By the way, sorry that I asked if you `wanted to join.' I just assumed, I think ..." "Thanks, and no worries ..." I said. "I was and still am so shocked. Is it normal for sisters to experiment with each other, do you know?" "I don't know, actually, since I never had sisters," Kristen said, looking as lost then as I felt. "I think it might be normal though. You couldn't find anything online, or ... ?" I shook my head, no. "Nope, just a bunch of porn sites and some stories stuff." "Hmmm, and you ... don't find anything about lesbian incest, uh, interesting?" Kristen asked. "Well, I ..." I started, searching for words. "Well, I think I'm bisexual, actually, so there's definitely something there. And, uh, I have never really thought about incest, until now. I did just watch a weird video though, of two sisters, um, making out, I think ... It was kind of intriguing, I'll admit. Maybe something about the symmetry, and the forbiddenness? I don't know." "I get it, sweetie, believe me. My daughter actually looks a lot like me ... Want to see her photo?" "Sure." The woman, Kristen, turned for a moment and then brought back a framed picture of her and her daughter at a beach somewhere. Kristen was wearing a summer dress and looking very attractive, and her daughter stood next to her smiling big at the camera, wearing a ruffled skirt and a crop top. They did look very similar, just that Kristen was of course taller and curvier. She seemed to have enormous breasts, probably around the same size as my own. "She's pretty," I said then, thinking a compliment was in order. "You're pretty too, Kristen." She blushed. "Thanks. I think you're pretty too, Anna. Beautiful name, by the way!" I blushed now. "Thank you. I was named after my mother. She and I were very close until she died not long ago ... Do you want to see a picture of my daughters?" She nodded, so I took my phone and turned it to face the computer, where I minimized the chat window and clicked around a few times until I got to my Facebook page. There, I found a picture of myself with my daughters at my side, our arms around each other. They were matching in pastel-colored jump suits while I wore a summer dress of my own. I wore make-up in the photo and thought to myself just then that I looked pretty dang good! "Wow, they're really cute," Kristen remarked. "And you look really good in that dress. I'm impressed!" Again I blushed, and brought the phone back so that it faced me. "Anyway, so tell me more about your daughter, Kristen."