Date: Sun, 1 Apr 2012 11:22:16 -0700 (PDT) From: Tony Williams Subject: I Want my Daughter to be Gay My daughter, Samantha, comes home from school, all smiles and laughter. "I've made the gymnastics team, Mom," she calls, coming in the door, throwing her arms round my neck and her legs round my waist. She kisses me on the lips and I give her a big hug. Thirteen years old next month, she looks adorable in her school summer uniform, comprising a short gingham dress which buttons up the front, with short sleeves and a little collar. Most moms buy their kids' uniforms way too long, knowing that the child will grow into them, but Sam's long legs should never be hidden and I buy a new uniform every year, just long enough to get away with, if she doesn't bend down too often. With her white ankle socks, she looks younger than her years, her body still slim, and her chest still flat. All that will change when she gets her first period, any day now and I'm so glad she's made the team before her figure fills out. Gymnasts with tits don't make the grade. I congratulate her. She sprawls on the couch, legs wide apart, showing off her white panties. "Some people might take it as an invitation when you sit like that," I tell her. "It's okay sitting around the house, but when you're out and about, you should be a little more ladylike." She giggles. "Oh, I am, Mom, except at school during history lessons." "History?" "Yeah. Mr. Langdon likes to look up my skirt. He gets all flustered. It's hilarious. All the girls sit like this in history." "That's cruel, teasing the poor man like that." "He loves it, Mom. And sometimes, Candy and I sit on the library steps and watch all the dirty old men walking by pretending not to look up our skirts. And in P.E., too. Miss Shepard likes to watch us getting changed." This doesn't surprise me. I've met Miss Shepard on a couple of occasions, and with her short hair, her slender figure and boyish looks, she's almost certainly gay. How lucky she is to have a job working with young girls, day in and day out. I'd kill for a job like that. "She especially likes to watch ME. Somehow, she always manages to be nearby when I'm taking my clothes off." "That's because you're the most beautiful girl in your school," I say, sitting beside her on the living room couch and putting my arm round her shoulder. She leans into me. "We all know she's a lez." Sam is not putting her teacher down when she calls her a lez. My girl knows I'm gay and she's cool with it. I hope she's going to grow up as gay as I am and things are looking good because she hasn't shown any interest in boys yet. I shudder at the thought of her being seduced and knocked up by some spotty faced skateboarding loser, who'll steal her heart then abandon her. Much better if she grows up gay like me. I love being a lesbian. "Oh, one more thing," she says, "you have to buy me a couple of leotards, by Monday. It's for the team." Today is Thursday. "We can get them tomorrow after I pick you up from school." "Cool." She gets up and goes off to shower. It's Friday and I'm picking Sam up, with my car parked in a long line of moms, all waiting for their kids. I get out of the car and look at the surging crowd of kids and try to spot my daughter. There she is, waving at me. As she approaches, I see that Miss Shepard is with her. Sam comes over to the car, pulling her teacher by the hand. "Hi, Mom, this is my gym teacher." She holds out her hand. "I'm Jan Shepard. Didn't we meet at the PTA?" I take her hand. "We did. Nice to see you again." Her grip is firm and the just the touch of her sends an electric thrill through me. She's a lot more attractive than I remember. Dressed in a pair of loose gym shorts, a white tank, white ankle socks and sneakers, she radiates sexuality. I can see the shape of her nipples. She gives me a dazzling smile as she gazes at me, at my provocatively short denim skirt and a loose camisole, down which you can see my tits if I lean forward. My gaydar is pinging loudly. "Sam's doing so well," she says, "you can be proud of her." "I understand she needs a couple of leotards for the team," I say. "Yes, but they have to be the exact color and style." She names the downtown store that supplies much of the school's uniform requirements. "We can pick them up now, but I'm not sure where that is," I say. She pauses, then says, "I you like, I can ride down there with you and make sure Sam has all the right stuff, then you can run me back here." Sam's face brightens and I feel my own pulse quicken. "That's so kind of you, thank you. Jump in the car, Sam." We all pile in, with Joy in the front and Sam in the back. My daughter is all exuberance and smiles and I'm beginning to wonder if she has a crush on Miss Shepard. It wouldn't surprise me. I had all sorts of crushes on older women at her age, spending endless hours fantasizing about them hugging and kissing me, about them letting me touch their breasts and more. I masturbated a lot, even before I was thirteen. On the drive downtown, Jan is half turned in her seat, talking to Sam and as I glance in my mirror, I can see that my daughter as usual has her legs spread wide, showing off her white cotton panties. I'm not worried by it, it's a short ride. We get lucky and find a parking meter and a few minutes later we're in the store, flicking though a rack of leotards. "This is the style and color," says Jan, lifting one off the rack and holding it up against Sam's body. Turning to me, she says, "She should really try it on to make sure that it's a perfect fit. We don't want wrinkles." "Sure," I say, "but I have to go and find an ATM. Why don't you guys go into the fitting room and I'll meet you back her in ten minutes or so." Jan smiles and Sam's face lights up again. I walk off, leaving them to it. There's a cunning reason why I'm doing this. I've been hit by a sudden wave of lust for Sam's teacher whom I now know, from looks that she's giving Sam, that she's into my daughter. I want to get Miss Shepard into my bed so I can hold her close, kiss her tiny breasts, bite her nipples, bury my face between her legs and lick her pussy and asshole and drive her to a series of explosive orgasms. I am using my daughter as bait to get to her teacher, and I suspect that Jan might come on to me in order to get to Sam. I don't see a problem with that. Sooner or later, Sam is going to have sex and I want it to be with a female, preferably with an older, more experienced woman who'll be gentle and considerate. Her teacher would fit the bill, and if Sam has a crush on her, we're half way home. Whatever happens, it's a win-win situation. I'm getting turned on as I think about it, walking through the shopping mall. I remember the first time I made out, when I was Sam's age, with an older girl, how thrilling it was when she first kissed me, and how I trembled when her tongue first touched my clit. My panties are getting wet. Girls and guys turn to look at me, a sexy woman on her own, looking like she's dying for it. I ignore the guys and smile at the girls. Ten minutes later I'm back in the store, just as Sam and Jan come out of the fitting room. Their faces are flushed. "Perfect fit," says Jan. I turn to the sales assistant who hovers nearby. "We'll take two." Back in the car, I say to Jan, "Would you like to come home with us and have a cool drink? I think you've earned it." I give her my special look, the look that has entrapped so many willing girls. "Oh, yes, Miss Shepard, you can watch me practice back flips," says Sam. "I'd be delighted." As we drive off, in the confines of the car there's a distinct smell of sex. It's not coming from my daughter, it smells mostly like me. Mostly, but not all. Jan's panties must be soaking wet. Minutes later, we're home and Jan sits on the couch in the living room, with Sam close beside her. "Cold beer?" I ask. "Perfect." "And a Pepsi for you, Sam?" I go into the kitchen and fix the drinks. Back in the living room, Jan takes a long pull of the beer and says, "Where's the bathroom, I need to pee." I tell her where it is and sit down beside Sam. "So, how did it go in the fitting room?" I ask. She blushes. "You can tell me, Sweetheart, we don't have any secrets. If it had been me in there with her, something would have happened, you can bet." Sam giggles. "She undressed me and then she pulled the leotard up my legs as I put my arms in the sleeves. Then she put her fingers under the edge at my hips and ran them across the front and between my legs." "She undressed you? Mmmm, that must have been nice. And she touched your pussy?" "With the back of her fingers, yes." "Did it feel good?" I realize that I'm crossing a line. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't ask you that, it's none of my business. You know how to say `no' if you need to. Just as long as she doesn't force herself on you." "No, nothing like that. She peeled the leotard off me and pulled it all the way down to my ankles and I stepped out of it. She was sitting on the little seat in there, looking at me, her eyes all funny. Then she put her hands on my butt and pulled me up against her and started kissing my nipples and telling me how beautiful I was." "Well, you are, especially when you don't have any clothes on." "Her nipples were rock hard, Mom. I could feel them against my thighs. Then she helped me get dressed again. After she'd pulled my panties up, she ran her hand between my legs, just briefly." "Like a promise of something to come?" "Yes. It did feel nice." I give her a reassuring smile. "You're not mad at me, are you, Mom?" "No, not a bit. You're a big girl now and you can do what you like." Jan comes back from the bathroom. The smell of sex has evaporated. Maybe she's rinsed her panties out in the bathroom. Who knows? I `accidentally' shrug one shoulder in a practiced way that lets one strap of my camisole to fall off, revealing one of my tits. I pretend I haven't noticed it as I smile at Jan and she stares at it. She sits on the couch. "I want to see what you look like in your leotard, Sam," I say. "Let's get that uniform off you." I'm still sitting on the couch as I unbutton her dress from the bottom up, then spread it open and push it off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor. I turn to Jan. "Doesn't she look cute in her panties?" "Cute doesn't really cover it," says Jan with a grin. "Sexy?" "More than sexy. Provocative would be a good word." "Bodacious?" "Sure. Desirable, too." Her eyes are laughing. "Luscious." Jan smiles. "Lewd, even." "I'm sorry, Sam," I say. "Are we embarrassing you?" "No," she says. "I feel pretty." Is she going to burst into song? I can do without the distraction. "But I'd look a lot better if I had tits." "We like you just the way you are," says Jan. "Don't we?" "Absolutely," I say. "To us, you're perfect." I reach out and pull her panties down, letting them fall to her ankles and she steps out of them, quite unselfconscious in her nudity. We both look at her hairless vagina, no longer just the slit of a child, but rapidly growing into the pussy of an older girl, complete with lips and a cute little clit. I want to kiss it but now is not the right time. I think about all the many opportunities to kiss her pussy that I've missed. Jan holds the leotard open and Sam steps into it and pulls it all the way up and puts her arms in the long sleeves. We look at the perfect camel toe between her legs. Sam does a pirouette. "Ta-dah!" she sings. "How do I look?" "Fucking perfect!" I say. "I should have brought a camera," says Jan. "No need," I say, opening the laptop which sits on the coffee table. I click to a file of photos of Sam. "Look at these. I can email them to you. You don't mind, do you, Sam?" "Why should I mind? I like posing for pics." I start a slideshow of photos of her doing handstands and cartwheels, showing off her panties, and shots of her in various stages of undress, then several of her totally naked, posing like a professional, showing everything she's got, always with a big smile on her face. "Awesome!" Jan says, and gives me her email address. I send the pics, close the laptop and say to Sam, "Do a back flip for us." She obliges, landing perfectly, then starts to take the leotard off. When it's bunched round her waist, Jan leans forward and pulls it all the way down, her face just inches from Sam's pussy. "I'll get some more beer," I say, and go into the kitchen, returning with refills. I give one to Jan, and sit opposite her in an armchair. "Come and sit on my lap, darling," I say and Sam comes and sits on my thighs with her back to me, leaning back against my chest, her legs hanging down either side of my own, her thighs wide apart. Jan is gazing intently at her vagina, an expression of pure lust on her face. I put one hand on my daughter's chest, my fingers over her nipple and my other hand on her abdomen, my fingertips on her mound, almost touching her lips. I feel for traces of pubic hair, but there are none. I'm smiling at Jan as though this extraordinary display is nothing unusual. How many moms like to show off their pubescent daughters to other women whom they hardly know? Only those who want to get inside the panties of the other woman, or who want their little girls to be taken advantage of. My own panties are starting to get wet and I can smell my own sex. I suspect that Sam can, too, and it won't be long before Jan does. We chat for several minutes about inconsequential stuff, all of us aware of the sexually charged atmosphere. Then there's a prolonged silence as we wonder how this is going to proceed. Sam breaks the spell by jumping off my lap, saying, "I've gotta go and do my homework." She picks up her panties and pulls them on slowly, in a kind of reverse strip-tease, then collects the rest of her clothes and goes off to her room. I sit there, letting Jan look up my skirt, admiring her pert little breasts beneath the thin white cotton of her tank, glimpsing the edge of her panties up the leg of her shorts. "I really ought to go," says Jan, with obvious reluctance. Though I'm disappointed at her leaving, I realize that maybe things have progressed a little too fast. I give her my phone number. We get into my car and I run her the few blocks to the school. "Call me anytime," I say as she gets out of the car. "It's been a real pleasure meeting you." I want to hug her, but I settle for an air kiss and drive away. It's warm in the late evening and I'm tucking Sam into bed. She has on nothing more than an old washed out tee shirt that doesn't even cover her butt. The sheet is pushed down to her ankles. I look at the naked lower half of her body. "Jan likes you, Sam. She likes you a lot." "I know," she says. "I like her, too." "I think you have a crush on her." She blushes, confirming what I suspect. "But I still love you, Mommy." "I know, sweetheart, and I love you, too, and I want you to be happy. Don't get caught doing anything inappropriate." "Like what?" "Like I'm sure she wanted to kiss your vagina earlier. Couldn't you tell?" "I guess so." "I can't say I blame her. Your pussy is so kissable." I look down at her slightly parted legs. "I'd like to kiss it myself, Sweetheart. May I?" "Go ahead, Mom." I'm surprised at her willingness to be so intimate with her own mother, but I'm not going to let this opportunity pass. I lean down and place a kiss on her vagina lips. She trembles. I push my tongue a little way inside her, then drag it up and over her clit. She gives a little moan. I go back into her pussy again, this time going in as far as I can stretch, my tongue aching. She's wet. I pull my tongue out, and give her clit a little suck, then come up for air. I know how it's always best to leave them wanting more, so I sit up and look into her eyes. "I shouldn't be doing this," I say, trying to get control of myself. "You want to kiss Miss Shepard's vagina, don't you?" My girl's not stupid. "Would you mind? Would you be jealous?" "I don't know. I wouldn't hate you, Mom." "I'm going to kiss you goodnight, then." "Kiss me on the lips. I want to know what my pussy tastes like." I laugh. "You know what it tastes like. Don't tell me you've never put your finger in there then sucked it. I have, I do it all the time. Your pussy tastes marvelous." I kiss her on the lips and push my tongue a little way into her mouth, then break away. "Mmmm," she says, smiling. "I think Miss Shepard would like to taste you, my darling. She was getting really turned on earlier. She couldn't take her eyes off you." "You think she would?" "Oh, she's love it. I wouldn't mind if she did, Sweetheart. I know you know all about sex and stuff, but thirteen is a good age to start actually experiencing it, to find out how wonderful it feel and how you can make another person feel wonderful. I think Jan's a nice person. You know how to say `no', but saying `yes' can be okay, too. I love you." I give her another kiss on the lips. "I love you, too, Mom." I'm about to go to bed when my phone rings. It's Jan. "I want to thank you for everything," she says. "No big deal, it was just a couple of beers." "I mean about getting to know your daughter. She's a wonderful girl." "I've just tucked her in to bed. She had a good time." There's a pause, silence hanging on the air. "She likes you, likes you a lot. I think she has a crush on you." There's another pause while she takes this in. "Is that a problem?" "Hell, no! I'm hoping she'll grow up to be a lesbian like I am." There, I've said it, though it was hardly a secret. "We girls have more fun." "True," she says, and there's another pause. "I've been looking at those pics that you emailed. My God, she's hot! She's got me all wet." "I know, she gets me wet, too.' "Listen, can I come over? Like, now?" "She's asleep." "It's you I want to see. I want to . . ." My heart leaps. I know what she wants. "Don't bother to ring the doorbell. I'll leave the door open. Just walk in." "Five minutes," she says and hangs up. I look at myself in the full length mirror in the hall. I take my denim skirt off. That's better. I look inviting in just my white cotton bikini briefs and the loose camisole, with my feet bare. I get a couple of beers from the fridge and set them on the coffee table. After a couple minutes, I hear the door open and I walk into the hallway and step close to her. Without any preamble we put our arms round each other and our lips meet in a passionate kiss. The door is still open and anyone in the street can see us but I don't care. She thrusts her tongue into my mouth and her thigh goes between my legs, and I grind myself on to it. I start to run out of breath, so I break away and kick the door shut. I take her hand and pull her up the stairs and into my bedroom. The beers can wait. We still haven't said a word to each other. I sit on the bed and pull her shorts down. She has on clean white cotton panties. "What happened to the smelly ones?" I ask her with a smile. She grins. "I had to stuff them in my purse. I was so fucking turned on, they were soaking wet. You could tell?" "Yes, and I think Sam could, too. I love the smell of sex." I reach out and run my fingers between her legs. "These panties are getting wet, too. I'd better get them off you." As I pull them down, she takes her tank top off. Now she's naked and all mine. I lie back on the bed and lift my hips as she pulls my briefs off, bunches them up and holds them to her face, inhaling deeply. Then she throws them aside and pushes my thighs apart, her head going between my legs, her lips on my cunt, her tongue working furiously. I feel as though I'm being swept away by a wave. My hands grip her hair, pulling her into me. "You darling sexy bitch," I say, "that feels so good! Don't stop. Fuck! Fuck! Oh, God, I'm gonna cum!" My toes curl as the orgasm electrifies my whole body. I let out a little cry and my body goes limp. I've never cum that fast in my whole life. Jan lifts her face and looks at me adoringly and I can see my wetness on her cheeks and round her mouth. "It's your turn to have fun, now," she says, climbing on to the bed and straddling me facing my feet, her cunt just inches above my face, her hands on my breasts. I grab her thighs and pull her down on to me and bring my long experience of pussy eating to bear, working my tongue all over her lips and then deep into her cunt. I thrust it in and out, fucking her until my tongue begins to ache and then I clamp my lips round her clit, sucking rapidly in and out, as though I'm giving a guy a blow-job. Her body is quivering and my own orgasm is building again. I reach up and find her nipples and pinch them. "Harder!" she commands and I roll them between my finger and thumb, squeezing as hard as I can. She groans. "I think I'm gonna pee," she says, her voice hoarse with lust. I push her body up enough so that I can speak. "Do it! Pee in my mouth." I let her body drop again and clamp my lips on her cunt. My mouth fills with warm pee and I swallow, then let it fill again. I'm so fucking turned on I'm willing to let her do anything to me. Her flow stops and I go back to sucking her clit. She abandons one of my breasts and put her hand on my cunt, pushing two, then three fingers into me, her thumb working my clit. "You fucking sexy bitch!" she says. "You're driving me crazy. I wanna crawl inside your cunt, curl up and die. Oh, shit, I'm right on the edge! Yes, yes!" Her body goes rigid and she lets out a huge sigh and collapses on top of me. I lie there, trying to breathe through my nose so that it sounds like I'm snoring. Finally she rolls off me and lies down beside me. We lie back on the bed, side by side, exhausted. I put my arm round her shoulder and she lays her head on my breast. "Smell that," she says. The aroma of sex hangs on the air. "I love the way you taste and smell." "And I love the taste of your pee, Jan. You can pee on me any time you want." "As long as you reciprocate," she says with a smile. "I want to ask you a favor," I say. "Anything." "I'm sure you've figured out that Sam has a crush on you. Well, I want you to make love to her." She lifts her head and looks at me, her face showing her astonishment. "You WANT me to?" she asks, incredulously. "You want me to do what we just did with your little girl?" "She's not so little. She's about to hit puberty, and soon her hormones will be raging. More than anything, I want her to be as gay as I am. I'd hate it if she turned out to be straight. The day will come when she'll be dying to have sex and I want her to be in the arms of a loving, caring, sexy woman, and you fit the bill. I'm willing to set my own lust to one side and let Sam fill the void, so that her first experience will be a beautiful one." "She hasn't had sex yet?" "Well, I confess that when I tucked her in tonight, I kissed her vagina and she liked it, but I'm her mom and I shouldn't be doing that sort of thing. I feel a bit guilty about it." "Holy shit! You licked your own daughter?" "It was just a little taste, like an appetizer." "You bad, bad girl!" She's smiling. "I ought to spank you, though I find the idea kinda thrilling. You say she liked it?" "Yes, than she asked me to kiss her so she could taste herself." I feel Jan shiver with excitement. "I wish I could have seen that." "I wish you had and I wish I could watch you with your head buried between her thighs. I know that sounds terrible, but I like to watch girls having sex, just as I like to be watched." "I don't know what to say." "Don't say anything. Just teach my daughter to be as happy as you've made me tonight." I put my and down between her legs and she's soaking wet again. It's very early when I wake up with a bursting bladder and sit up, swinging my legs on to the floor. Jan wakes up. "Jesus, I gotta pee," she says. "Me too. Let's pee together." She grins. "Oh, you want more pee-pee games? You bad girl, so do I." I take her hand and lead her into the bathroom. We're both naked. I pull her into the shower and kneel down, my upturned face between her thighs, my mouth open. She bends her knees slightly, pulls her pussy lips apart and sends a stream of warm pee on to my face. Most of it goes into my mouth and I swallow it. Her early morning pee is more bitter than last night's, but I'm too excited to care and I gulp it down. The rest of it splashes on to my tits and runs down my body. "My turn now," she says, kneeling as I stand up and let her push her face between my legs. Her lips are clamped on my pussy as I let go, filling her mouth until it spills out of her lips and over her face. When I'm empty, I pull her to her feet, put my arms round her wet body, my thigh between her legs, and kiss her deeply. The taste of piss is wonderful. When we come up for air, I turn the water on and we soap each other all over, hands caressing each other's breasts, pushing our fingers going into each other's cunts and assholes, working each other up until we've both cum. We rinse off and go back into my bedroom. "Now is the time," I say, looking into her eyes. "The time for what?" "I want you to be in Sam's bed when she wakes up. I want her to be in your arms. I want you to do all the things that I've wanted to do with her for a long time now, but have been too guilty to try. Do to her all the things you've done to me, and anything else you want to, as long as she wants you to. You have my permission to make her fall in love with you." Her face is a picture of incredulous joy. "I've died and gone to heaven. Thank you, thank you. You're a good person." We creep on to the landing and quietly open the door to Sam's bedroom. She's lying on her back fast asleep, her tee shirt up around her ribs, her legs apart, the sheet pushed down to her ankles. I can feel Jan's excitement as she gazes at Sam's vagina. I push her into the room and close the door. Leaning against the wall, I wonder if I've done the right thing. How bad can it be? I picture a newsflash: `Mature gym teacher seduces teenage girl. Film at eleven.' I'm sure it happens every day and never makes the news. I go back into the bedroom, find a clean pair of panties and a camisole and put them on. Time to cook breakfast. Plenty of time. I sit on a stool with my back against the breakfast bar, the coffee made, the juice poured, the eggs waiting to be scrambled. I wait for a long time, but I don't mind. I try to picture what's happening in my daughter's bedroom and my panties are getting wet again. It's a kind of sweet torture, knowing but not knowing, lusting after my own daughter and at the same time, lusting for the woman who, right this moment, must be doing all the things I've ever wanted to do, kissing her cunt, nibbling her breasts, putting her tongue in her mouth and up her ass, caressing her whole body, driving her crazy. I spread my legs and put my hand down the front of my panties and start to masturbate. My head is spinning with images of my little girl's head between the thighs of her teacher, driving her to toe-curling orgasms, and I can feel that I'm about to cum. My head is thrown back, my eyes closed as my fingers work furiously at my cunt. Then I hear a cough. There they are, standing in the doorway, smiling at me. They're both wearing just panties, nothing else. I pull my hand out of my own panties. My daughter has just seen me masturbate, and she doesn't seem to be bothered by it. She steps over to me with a smile, and stands between my open thighs. I put my arms round her and hold her close, squeezing her slender body. "How did it go?" I whisper. She pauses, and looks over her shoulder at Jan. "I never believed that anything could be so absolutely marvelous. I'm in love, Mom. I love Jan. She made me cum." I'm totally thrilled. My daughter has had sex with a woman! She's a lesbian, like me, safe in the warm world of girl on girl love. What joy! No boy will ever knock her up or give her nasty diseases or break her heart. I kiss her on the lips. "Congratulations, you're a woman now." "And even better, I made her cum," she says proudly. "I made Jan cum twice. It was awesome." She looks down at my panties. "You're all wet, Mom." "I was thinking about you, about what you might be doing in your bedroom and I just had to finger myself. I love you so much, my darling." Her arms go round my neck and I look over her shoulder at Jan, who steps close and puts her arms round both of us. I am so sexually aroused that I can't help myself and my hand goes down between Sam's legs and I stroke her cunt through the white cotton. She's wet. I feel Jan's hand cover mine, and we both caress her as she trembles in our arms. "Forget breakfast," I say. Let's go back into my bedroom." "Oh, yes," they both say, eagerly. "Let's do that." The end. Email me at tonywill9999@yahoo.com to find the rest of my stories. All emails will be answered.