Date: 18 Dec 2001 15:59:06 -0800 From: Jan Subject: college Graduation (Incest F\F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a mother and her daughter. 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 repost them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2001 Jan. All Rights Reserved. Please mail to: janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future chapters. College Graduation By Jan Graduation from college was a major change in my life. My divorced mother came to my graduation and we stayed in the Howard Johnson's for the couple of days she was there. I knew the dangers of telling my family that I was gay. All too many of my friends had had their families disown them when they came out of the closet. But I had been thinking that I wanted to tell my Mom first. With some trepidation, the second night she was here and rested I asked her to sit on the bed I have something to tell you. Mom said, "Don't tell me... you're pregnant!" I shook my head, unable to believe the irony of the half- serious question. Mom wanted grandchildren desperately, and I was an only child. Gathering my nerve I got the guts to tell her, "Mom I prefer the love of women to men!" I closed my eyes and waited for her response. "You're...you're gay?" Mom said in a whisper. She turned a little white too. "All the way." I said. "I tried it with men and boys, Mom, but I don't feel anything when a man makes love to me. Do you understand?" "More than you can imagine." She said, smiling warmly. "Life sure hands you interesting situations. I guess I should tell you the truth too. If you can do it so can I. Emma Jo, I am gay too. That was the real reason your father and I split-up. I was the one having the affairs, but it was with women. Remember the Bridge club? They were all lovers of mine." I was my turn to be shocked. "You...gay...Mom? I can't believe it! There is nothing butch about you! I thought you were the most attractive woman in our town. Every man in town was making passes at you. I thought you were playing around with half the men in town. "Thank you honey, you look just like me. I bet every underclassmen and professor here at school was trying to get into your panties. So why would it surprise you? We looked at each other. A spark of recognition leaped between us, physical attraction of immense proportions passed between us. We moved back on the bed so that our backs were against the headboard so we could talk to each other. Mom asked, "How did you discover the girl game Honey?" I sat back to think about it for a minute and gather my thoughts. Then I started to tell her about it. I admitted that I had had sex with a few men and boys close to my age. The first boy was Dan the neighbor down the street. He was only a year or two older than me and was clumsy. The first time hurt, but other girls said it would get better, so I kept letting him fuck me. He eventually learned enough to make me climax. Just the same I felt empty and dirty after he would pull his condom covered dick out of me and avoid my eyes as he dressed to leave. Then I had a brief affair with the father of Shirley, my best friend. He was a better lover. He performed oral sex on me until I climaxed before he would fuck me, every time. That was better but still did not feel right. The affair ended when I think she figured out what was going on between her father and me. I think she was more than a little jealous about it. She ended our friendship over a supposed non return of a sweater I was supposed to have borrowed. I dated a few guys and men and let some of the fuck me in hopes that it would be the right one. None ever rang my bell so to speak. Do you remember the summer I went on vacation in southern California with Uncle Fred's family when I was turning eighteen? Mom, shock her head in the affirmative. I had become very interested in English ligature and I spent a lot of time in the Huntington Library in San Marino because it has the largest collation of Shakespeare's original works in the world. I met a woman there that was to change my life. She saw the works I was reading. They are so valuable that the only way you can read them is on a computer. She told me that she was very interested in his works too. She joined me at the computer and we read them together. She had a lot of insight and observations about them. When we finally had to leave we went to a dinner for coffee so that we could continue our discussion. I felt right at home with her. She was a very nice looking woman with graying hair. She was in a business suit in a steel gray and a silken blouse in a teal blue that made her eyes sparkle. She had a tasteful triple strand of freshwater pearls around her neck. I found out over the next couple of days that she was 58-years old. I never found out what she did for a living. She had never been married and lived alone in Pasadena. She invited me to visit her home one day to see her collection of books. I drove to her home the next day at the appointed time. I arrived right on time. It was in a nice neighborhood of old homes that looked like they were built a long time ago. She told me that it was built by the designers Green and Green. It was a ranch style with a low roof and shake shingles on the walls and the porch pillars were supported on native rock bases and rock fireplace chimney. The brickwork had scattered rocks and misshapen bricks called clinkers in it to break up the pattern. The windows were framed with stained glass panels. I loved the warm feel of the period furniture. She was very proud of her home. Telling me that it had been in her family from the time it was built. It had been restored a few years ago and all the original light fixtures had been reconditioned and hung. She took me through the house explaining what everything was. You can't believe how quiet the pocket door to the dinning-room slide into the wall. The wood was so old inside that it looked almost black. The hard wood floors were highly polished and area Persian rugs in rich colors added to the beauty of the home. The light filtering into the rooms through the colored glass played on the walls and furniture. We went into her library that was filled with the smell of old books that were well used. Her desk was as old as the house and the writing surface was in red leather with a brass light and a Tiffany lamp on it. A lounging chair was against the wall with a matching lamp next to the right arm. She got down her favorite book and we sat on the chair to read the book. As we were reading a very erotic passage I felt the warmth of her body next to me. I was almost wet between my legs. I was even a little uncomfortable thinking that she might be able to smell my sex over my perfume. As she handed me the book to read out loud a few passages I felt her hand on my arm. I struggled to read the passage correctly with out my voice trembling as I felt her breast against my arm. She put her arm around my shoulders as I read. When I kept reading her right hand moved from my arm to my ribs. It was very hard to read as I felt her hand cup my right breast. I stopped reading and turned my face to look at her eyes. She leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. It was gentle kiss with just our lips touching. I could feel her breath on my cheek. I lost control and returned the kiss with all the passion I had ever felt. Her mouth opened and my tongue was sucked into her mouth. She was unbuttoning my blouse with her right hand. My clothes seemed to melt away. For some reason I felt comfortable sitting on this chair in the nude in front of her. She stood up and removed her clothes. What can I say about a woman her age in the nude? For the care she had given her body it was sagging a little. Her breasts were losing the fight with gravity. Her pubis was sparkly covered with graying hair. Her tummy sagged a little too. But at that moment she was the most beautiful woman in the world in my eyes. When she sat down she gathered me into her arms and we kissed again. She moved me around onto her lap. She was stroking my vagina as we kissed. When she was ready she sat me under the lamp and knelt between my legs. When she kissed my pussy I was beside myself. She took her time and by the time I climaxed, I was in love with her. I returned her kisses inch for inch. By the end of summer I was a confirmed lesbian. When I returned home to go to college I was looking for girls and women to share my love with. Mom was sitting there listing to my story and was rubbing herself through her dress. She was even moaning a little. Then she started telling me about herself. She told me that men hitting on her were a bore all her life. Shortly after I was married to your father and was away on company business a neighbor woman stopped by for coffee one day. She was talking about what a lousy lover her husband was. She told me that the only way she got off was to have her pussy sucked. Then she went on to tell me that her husband never did it to her. I asked in all innocence, "What do you do?" She told me in a confidential whisper, "I cruise the gay bars for horny women." I was shocked a little that she would tell me that. Then I figured she told me because she wanted to play with me. The more she talked the more the more I was getting excited. When she was describing her sexual adventures I started rubbing my pussy. She took my face in her hands and kissed my mouth. I relaxed and let her probe my mouth with her tongue. She led me to my own bedroom and she undressed me and I undressed her. We spent the afternoon sucking each other off. After that day I joined her in cruising the bars for women. We would pick up groups at a time. The more time we had the more we picked up. As you were growing up I became more discreet. As you pointed out men were always hitting on me. And if they were pushy and their wives interested me I went out of my way to seduce their wife. It amused me to think about them trying to interest me in playing with them and I was visiting their wife during the day and making them cum with my mouth. I was sitting there rubbing my pussy as my mother was telling me all about herself. Mom told me that the one wife she really enjoyed seducing was the wife of the Methodist minister. He was so pious all the time, but when I had reason to visit him about the loss of your Grandmother, he tried to feel me up. His wife was the picture of a minister's wife. She dressed very conservatively. Her arms were always covered and you never saw any cleavage showing. She worked for all the charitable organizations all the time. After he made a pass at me I decided to seduce her at all costs. I became her friend and helped her around the church. When he had moved on to another wife in the congregation and rumors were rampant that he was making it with her, I made a move on his wife. She sat down one day in a pew at the back of the church and cried on my shoulder about her husband's weakness. She confessed to me how much his infidelities hurt her. I held her and let her cry it out on my shoulder. She told me she knew that he had made a pass at me and she was thankful that I had resisted him. I was reluctant to tell her why because her religious beliefs might repulse her and cause her to tell everyone about me. To my surprise she kissed me on the mouth and placed her hand on my breast. She told me that she had always been drawn to women, but that she had also been brought up in a household of ministers and had been encouraged to marry a minister. When I told my father about my husband's infidelities my father told me to stick by him and be a more seductive wife. As if it was my fault that he was sleeping with other women. With that she cried all the harder. I felt that this was far to public. Anyone could wonder in off the street. I stood her up and led her to the vestment room behind the alter. The shelves were filled with raiment's. The canvas laundry bag was on the floor full of alter clothes, choir robes and vestments. I took advantage of the bag and closed the door behind us and locked it. I lay her on the bag. I joined her on the bag. I gathered her into my arms and kissed her. She resisted my attempt at putting my hand under her dress. She gave up when my hand cupped her vagina. When my fingers slipped under her panties she grabbed my head by my ears and covered my face with wet kisses. She was as anxious as me to get out of her clothes. We were in such a hurry that we only wanted to expose each others erotic parts. We had our dresses off our shoulders and bra's removed. When it came to our panties we simply pulled them to one side so that we could have access to each other's womanhood. I mounted her head and lowered my pussy to her waiting mouth as I inspected her vagina. She was surprised to find that my pussy was shaved smooth and was soft. She commented that my vagina looked like a little girls. I asked her how she knew what they looked like, knowing that she would blush. She never responded to my rhetorical question. In my inspection of her womanhood I found that she must not have ever shaved her pubis. Some of the hairs would have measured several inches long if stretched out. It was a tangle of dark hair. The smell was very heady. She only had the smell of Dial soap on her body. I doubted that she ever used perfume. When I put my mouth over her mound she was moaning like a school girl over a movie star. I muffled her with my own pussy. When we came to a climax we were both thinking that someone could try and enter the room any moment. We had been foolish in doing it right here, but it was deliciously wicked too. We dressed and went across the street to the park to talk. She had no regrets about what we had done. She wanted to do it again as soon as possible. We became the best of friends. After months of us meeting in private for our clandestine meetings I introduced her to some of the women in the neighborhood that I had seduced and the women's club became one member stronger. As she was finishing her story I turned towards her and kissed her. We stripped off each others clothes at this point. It was such a mind numbing thrill to know that I was about to make love to the most important woman in my life. I ran my mouth all over her body breasts, belly and round ass. Mom's breasts tasted so good I was moaning into them with my pleasure. I worked my way around until we were in a 69 position with me on top. I thought I was going to faint when I felt Mom make her tongue into a point and stuff my hole with it. I was signing out, "More...More...More Momma!" "Taste Momma too, Darling" She said softly with her hot breath on my pussy. My mother's pussy smelled of her spicy flowery bath salts and her rich womanly odor. I French kissed her hole with my tongue rapidly with my tongue tip. She screamed out my name. "Eat me, Emma Jo my baby, Eat Momma's pussy." She burrowed her face in between my legs and pulled my ass-cheeks apart with her fingers. Her tongue darted against my clitoris like the hammering of a woodpecker until I had a long mind blowing orgasm. I told her I was coming, but the words were lost in the depths of her pussy. I don't know how long we supped at each other's cunt on that motel bed but when I felt her sweaty thighs clamp around my head I felt like I had graduated from more than college. We talked about what we would do. "We can stay together as long as you want Emma Jo. I don't have a special lover right now." Mom said. "You've got me if you want me Mom", I said as I sucked a nipple and ran my hand over her tummy. "Oh, darling, I am so happy to hear that!" Momma said. "Are you as horny as I am tonight?" "Horner if anything is possible!" I said. "I doubt that I will sleep tonight." We decided to spend the night telling each other about our love life between sucking each other off. It was my turn to start. I told her about my room mate for the past four years. Mindy and I had been assigned the same room our freshman year. I was attracted to her from the first day but was afraid to make a pass at her. We shared every thing, hair curlers house slippers, lipstick and clothes for the first few months. When the winder storms rolled into our college community, I found out that Mindy was deathly afraid of the thunder. When the room lit up from the lighting Mindy was in my bed before the second thunder lap. She got under the covers behind me with her back to the wall. She was physically shaking from fear against my body. It felt nice to feel her nude body against my back and her hand on my arm. Her warm breath was on my neck. I finally drifted off to sleep. Then I slowly returned to cautiousness from my sleep. Mindy was still pressed against my back. It was her left hand that was cupping my left breast that was waking me up. I felt her reach between our bodies and knew that she was putting her hand between her legs, even if I could not see her actions. I could tell by the increased pressure on my butt that she was finger fucking her cunt. I continued to pretend that I was asleep. I slowly reached for my own pussy and slowly inserted my finger into my gash. Only my finger moved as I stroked the wetness of my clitoris. Mindy's hand moved faster and her breathing grew more rapid. I wanted her and I knew she wanted me. I stroked myself faster and let out a soft moan. Mindy froze. I moved slightly and covered her hand on my breast before she could remove it. "It is all right. I understand your feelings and share them. Go ahead and play with both of them!" She began to caress my breast again and her right hand began to move faster between us. I began to move my own hand faster between my legs. There was no pretense of trying to hide what I was doing. I had the bed rocking to the rhythm of my frigging finger. Mindy began to kiss the back of my neck and moved her breasts against my back. She whimpered and then gave a long moan as her body went rigid. She gasped and then a minute later she went limp with a deep sigh. I turned around as I rolled over to face her. We wrapped our arms around each other in a tight embrace. I took hold of her hand and guided it to my mound. She let out a gasp as I covered her mound with my hand too. With our tongues intertwined we ran our hands up and down the wetness of each other's gash. We both felt shocks of electricity as our fingers touched each other's clitoris. When we climaxed again, we told each other that we had desired each other for months but were afraid what the other would think. We told each other that we felt even more strongly about each other now. That is why we never asked for another room mate or looked for another room for the four years. That said Mom rolled me over and pulled the cheeks of my ass apart and pressed her face against the valley and probed the dark hole with her tongue. I was clawing the bed sheets with my fingernails in response to having my mother's tongue in my anus. When I climaxed this time I lost control and squired out a little pee. I tied to hold it long enough to get up and head for the bathroom to let lose with a long stream of pee. When I returned to the bed Mom was sitting up in bed lighting a cigarette. I didn't even know that she smoked. She took a deep breath and inhaled deeply then let smoke roll out of her nose before she blew smoke towards the ceiling. Next it was her turn. I lay between her legs and kissed her pussy as she told me her next story. Mom went on to tell me about her card club. How she seduced each member of the club then inviting them to start a card club as an excuse to meet and spend half the day making love to each other. Oh we played cards for real it was just that the rummy had to serve drinks to the other three with snakes. When requested she had to get under the card table and suck the cunts of the other three if requested. The losers of the game had to be the sex slaves of the winners until a new game was started. The minister's wife was one of the best slaves I ever had. You know the banker's wife didn't you? She was another conquest of mine because her husband was always flirting with me. He thought I should be impressed with his power. The fool never knew that after talking to him that I would go right to his home and suck his wife's pussy until she would cum all over my face. The last member of our card club was the local librarian. She had an underserved reputation of being a cold fish. Every man in town that tried to flirt with her came away convinced that she was fridge. She was just too good looking to not have a boyfriend. In our circle we knew that she was the sexiest lesbians in town. As Mom was telling be about the real nature of her card club I was sucking on her clitoris like a baby trying to get mike from a tit. I got her to cum before the end of her story by clamping my mouth one her cunt at the same time I pushed two fingers into her asshole. The sun was coming up when we were cuddling next to each other as we discussed the idea that I would have our doctor fertilize me artificially so that I could give her the grand- daughters she wanted. I hope you enjoyed the story and want more. Please send your mail to: janmay699@icqmail.com.