Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2012 21:53:25 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Mother Daughter Exchange Club (lesbian/incest, oral, anaL, F/g, F/Fgg) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between 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 2012 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Mother Daughter Exchange Club 6 By Jan When I was not enjoying the exchange club with my daughter Kaylin I had to work to support the two of us like everyone else. My staff at work had no idea about my private life. Any males that flirted with me were rebuffed with a simple statement that my primary interest at the present was the welfare of my daughter. I was friendly with my fellow employees. I didn't get involved with office gossip, so the other women felt comfortable talking to me about private matters. One afternoon when I was having lunch with one of the women about my age, named Angela, who also had a daughter, a little younger than Kaylin, confided to me that she was a lesbian. I didn't blink an eye. I had suspected that she was because of the conversations we had had in the past, and I had noticed the way she studied other women, while ignoring men. I was not about to reveal anything about myself to her. I felt it was better to keep my sex life separate from the work place. Nothing more was said about her sex life for a few days. I suspect that she was waiting to see if I would keep her revelation to myself. One afternoon she approached me to have a drink with her after work. I simply told her that I had to get home after work, maybe another time. She pressed with pleading eyes, "Please have a drink with me. I need to talk to you about something important?" I was intrigued by the urgency of her plea. For once in my life I went against my feelings and agreed to stop for a drink with her. I used my cell phone to text Kaylin to let her know that I would be late coming home that evening. She responded with a happy face, and asked f she could visit Carol, the mother of one of her girlfriends, and members of the club. I responded with a simple okay. When the day ended and I cleared my desk, I waited for Angela to clear her desk. We made our way to the elevator together without a lot of conversation. Our parking lot was underground. We agreed that my car would be safe there, so I got in her car. She assured me that she would bring me back to get my car. She drove as if she had a purpose. She obviously knew where she was going. I suspect we traveled a couple of miles before she pulled into a parking lot behind a business street. I followed her as she led me to the back door of a business that simply had a faded painted sign above the door proclaiming the place as "The Pink Pussycat." As we entered the back of the establishment I was aware of the dim lighting and the smell of alcohol and stale cigarette smoke. She led me into the small cocktail lounge. She directed me to a padded booth. As soon as we were seated a cocktail waitress approached us, and asked us what we would like. I opted for Vodka Collins and Angela asked for a whisky sour. When the waitress returned to the bar against one wall to give the bartender our order I scanned our surroundings. There was nothing about the bar that outwardly indicated that the bar was any different from any other bar, except I saw that all of the patrons were female. Even the bartender was a female. She was dressed in tight black slacks and a silk puffy sleeved male dress shirt. Her hair was cropped short and spiked. The waitress was dressed in a German peasant blouse with a black velvet uplifting vest, and a very short pleated skirt with white petticoats showing, along with plenty of butt cheeks. The women didn't stand out all that much. They looked like almost any female office worker in town. Of course there was a couple of women holding court in other booths that were dressed in business suits that included silk ties that males would wear. I was fascinated because I had never been in a lesbian bar before. Angela thanked me for agreeing to have a drink with her. I brought you here because there is no danger that anyone from the office is likely to come in. I was becoming impatient to find out what was so urgent. We were interrupted by the waitress delivering our drinks. Angela insisted on paying for them. When she left Angela continued with her speech, "Kathy, I need someone I can trust to talk to my daughter, because she has become rebellious. She defies me at every turn. She is dressing more and more like a Gothic punker. She has changed all of her friends for girls that look just as rebellious. She is smoking now. I wouldn't be surprised if she has tattoos, but she won't let me see her body." I was puzzled by why she would choose me to reveal such a thing to, and what she thought I could do about it? Angela took hold of my hand, "You are the most mature woman in the office, and you have a daughter close to my daughter's age. I am at wits end, could you talk to my daughter and find out why she hates me so much?" I was reluctant to agree. I didn't feel comfortable about becoming involved in the domestic problems of a fellow worker. She was so persistent that I finally agreed. Angela was so pleased that she kissed my cheek. I couldn't help feel that familiar tingle in my pussy. She insisted that I come home with her right away and confront her daughter. I noticed the approving smiles on several women's faces as we headed for the back door. On the short drive to her home she told me that her daughter's name was Vickie. When we pulled into the driveway of a small private home that she rented I thought it looked nice enough. When we entered the house I witnessed that the furniture was worn but looked clean. Angela called out for Vickie to come meet their guest. When the girl entered the living-room, I was impressed by the fact that regardless of her trying to look like some sort of tough gang girl, she was still a very attractive girl. No amount of black mascara could take away from her beautiful blue eyes. Her pouting black lips had a perfect cupids bow. She was in ragged black jeans, thick soled, laced up work boots. She had on two jersey T-shirts, a black long sleeved one with a large torn neck drooped over one shoulder, exposing a white under shirt. Her hair was ragged and dyed black. It was obvious that she was probably a natural blonde, because her skin was creamy white and there was a trace of freckles across her nose and shoulders. She tried to give me a snarl when we were introduced to each other, but I could also see that she was curious about me. I took her small hand and shook it as I told her it was truly my pleasure to meet her. She said, "Yeah...sure!" I said, "Your mother asked me to come home with her to meet you and see if I can find out what the problem is between you and her! Would you like to talk to me in private, so that you feel a little freer to talk about your mom?" She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Whatever." I followed her to her bedroom. Like most young girls, she had posters taped all over her walls along with pictures of her friends clowning around with each other. They were all dressed in the same manner as Vickie. The bed was unmade and the sheets were rumpled. There was a cluttered messiness about her room, clothes and magazines everywhere. I sat on her rumpled bed next to her. I started the conversation by saying, "Your mother is very upset that there is a growing animosity between the two of you. She doesn't understand why you hate her so much." Vickie tried to put up a brave front, but revealed more than she knew by her response. "Mom is such a hypocrite. She wants me to be the perfect daughter while she is such a dyke!" I wondered why she used that word and if she even knew what it meant. "Why do you say that?" "She makes believe she is straight to all her friends and relatives, but I know she has girlfriends that she has sex with. I have known for a couple of years about her friend April. I saw them doing it when I was eight-years-old. They thought I was asleep in bed, but I suspected that they were up to something. I saw them in the living-room doing all kinds of things to each other. But when she caught me doing the same things to my girlfriends she punished me and told me that I was a bad girl for doing the same things she was doing to April and some other women." She proclaimed. "Is that why you have changed your friends, clothing style and hang out late at night with these new friends?" as I pointed towards the pictures of girls dressed like her. "Your mother and I can tell you are smoking because we can smell the odor of stale cigarettes all over your clothes and hair. Is smoking just another way of rebelling against your mother?" "Why shouldn't I smoke? She has lied about everything. I know she drinks and smokes too. I have smelled cigarettes on her clothes too." I said, "Maybe she does and maybe she doesn't smoke. She may have friends that smoke. The smell would cling to her clothes after being in the company of smokers. Would you like to have a smoke right now? If you do, go ahead and smoke!" She nodded her head, before she sheepishly pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the inside of her jacket along with a disposable lighter. I watched her put one in her mouth and light it. I was amused because she puffed on the cigarette without actually inhaling the smoke. "Honey if you're going to smoke, you should at least learn how to do it correctly." I took the cigarette from her and took a long drag on it. I held the smoke in my lungs for a moment before blowing the smoke towards the ceiling. When I handed it back to her I told her to breathe the smoke into her lungs. It will make you dizzy the first few times, and you will cough too. She took the cigarette from me and imitated me. Almost as soon as she swallowed the smoke she started coughing uncontrollably. I remembered the first time I smoked...I had been about her age when I took one of my mother's cigarettes. I hid in the garage the first time. After she tried a few times I said, "You will get used to the feeling. As for her sexual behavior you should really talk to her about that. Society doesn't approve of lesbianism and she may have preferred that you not get involved with the same thing she was into. Why don't you cut her some slack? Do you have sex with your new friends?" Vickie blushed before answering. "Sure we do. It's fun doing all kinds of things with them. We don't hurt each other. When I was ten I let a boy fuck me, and he went around telling everyone that I was an easy lay. Before long, my old friends would not talk to me and the boys made nasty comments about me. They would talk to me but would try and catch me alone to make a date with me, in hopes of getting to fuck me. Now the sudden change in her behavior made sense to me. The Gothic girls had accepted her regardless of the bad reputation she had acquired because of a rude and stupid boy. I felt comfortable about revealing my true nature to her at this point. "Honey, I'm about to tell you something your mother doesn't know about me. She thinks I am just a coworker with a daughter of my own about your age. She thought I could help repair the rift that has developed between the two of you. Only she has no idea that I have been a lesbian since I was your age, and my daughter is a confirmed lesbian too." That bit of news made Vickie look at me with admiration. "I have never made love to a woman. The oldest girl in my group is only fifteen." "Would you like to find out what it is like to have a woman make love to you?" I asked. Vickie was all smiles as she tentatively placed her hand on one of my tits. I placed my hand over hers and pressed it harder, so show her that it was not made of glass. "You won't break it, honey." She smiled and started squeezing it. I started feeling her young body, and working my hands under her jersey top. Her little chest was as flat as a boy's, but her nipples were extremely sensitive. She was making such sweet little sounds as I played with her nipples. She even pulled both of her T-shirts over her head at the same time. Just as her mother suspected, she had an international symbol for female tattooed on her shoulder. When she bent over to remove her boots, I saw the design of a tramp stamp on the small of her back. When she sat up to unfasten her pants I helped her remove them. I found it amusing that she still had on the delicate little blue panties her mother had bought her. I could tell she was very nervous. "Honey, you don't need to worry. I am going to treat you well!" With that I pulled her around on the bed and spread her legs. To me there is nothing more attractive that the vulva of an innocent girl. I pulled my breasts out of my dress and allowed her to play and suck on them until I made her cum. Then I told her to remain in her room until I called for her, while I talked to her mother. I returned to the kitchen, poured a cup of coffee, and joined Angela at the dining table. I put my arm around her shoulders and said, "The problem is a little complicated. First of all she has known about your relationship with your women friends for at least a couple of years. She managed to see you making love to April. She felt that you preferred other women over her. Then she allowed a boy to fuck her recently. The stupid immature boy went around bragging about fucking her. She got a bad reputation, and lost all of her friends. No one would talk to her publicly, but boys would try and get her to go out with them, thinking she would put out for them. The only girls that would befriend her were the punkers. That is why she changed so radically." "May I suggest that you could do a few things to renew your relationship with her" I said. Angela looked at me with pleading eyes, "I had no idea that she knew about my sex life! What can I do to change things?" "May I suggest that you relocate to another part of town where she can change school, so that her reputation will not follow her? Then I would suggest that you allow her into your life. Include her so that she doesn't feel left out." Angela said, "The first thing is no real problem, but how should I go about including Vickie into my life?" I had to smile to myself. "Why don't you let me set up an evening at my apartment with my best friend and our daughters? I'm sure that you and Vickie will just love Carol, Beverly and my daughter Kaylin." Angela still had no idea that I was inviting her to a lesbian party. At that point I called out, "Vickie would you please come in here and join us?" Vickie came into the room walking rather tentatively, with her hands clasped in front of her body. I had her sit between her mother and me. Angela started crying, "I had no idea that you knew about me and April and the others. I tried to keep that part of me from you, because I didn't want you to be disgusted with my desire for sex with women." Vickie started crying too, "I thought you didn't love me, because you would rather have sex with anybody but me!" They clung to each other; Angela went on, "Why didn't you tell me about what happened when you had sex with a boy? I had no idea that your old friends were treating you so badly!" Vickie cried all the harder, "I thought it was my fault for allowing him to do it to me." Kathy has suggested that we move to another area, so you can go to a school where your past will be left behind! Would you like to do that?" Vickie clung to her mother all the harder, "YES...can we do that?" "Of course we can! She also suggested that you and I might like to meet her friend and their daughters. Would you like that?" Vickie turned towards me and kissed my cheek and squeezed my hand. "Yes!" I said, "Now that the two of you understand where the two of you began to misunderstand each other, why don't the two of you kiss and makeup?" Vickie wrapped her arms around her mother's neck and kissed each other on their tear stained lips. I took hold of Vickie's wrist and placed her hand on her mother's breast. They both got tense for a moment. Then Angela took hold of her daughter's hand and pressed the hand tightly against her own breast. I encouraged them to get comfortable and show each other how much they loved one another. The longer they kissed the more impassioned they became. They shed each other's clothes. Vickie clung to her mother's breasts and sucked on the nipples, while her mother started toying with her daughter's little hairless cunt. I was so turned on by the sight that I sat there watching while stimulating my own wet pussy until I climaxed. By the time Angela and Vickie drove me back to the office so that I could get my car, I had already used my cell phone to call Carol and set up a dinner date at my house. Carol and Beverly arrived early enough to help Kaylin and I prepare dinner. When Angela and Vickie arrived it took a little while for them to become comfortable with us. By the time dinner was finished I excused the three girls to retire to Kaylin's room while the adults got to chat. It didn't take long before the three of us were excited about finding Angela a home nearby. Carol knew just the right area, where Vickie could attend the same school as a lot of our friends' daughters, and when she moved up to junior high would be in the same school that Kaylin and Beverly were in now. While we were talking I placed my hand on Angela's thigh. Carol was stroking her arm. Angela became aware that we were flirting with her. She asked, "Are the two of you trying to seduce me?" We looked at each other and said, "Of course we are!" That led to us kissing and feeling her up. When we broke for air, Angela pleaded, "What about the girls?" I said, "The girls are doing their own thing right now!" She couldn't bring herself to believe that our girls were seducing hers at that moment. Carol and I pulled her to her feet and led her to the bedroom. When we opened the door Angela witnessed the three girls on the bed, in all their naked glory. They were engaged in a three way daisy chain, sucking each other's pussy. Vickie was sucking the hairy pussy of Beverly. Kaylin was sucking Vickie's sweet little bald cunt. When Beverly saw us in the door she motioned for us to join them. Vickie was the only one surprised when we entered the room. The sex was beyond belief. Every woman's breasts were sucked by the girls and every pussy had been sucked by all six of us. While we were recovering, we told Angela and Vickie about the 'Mother Daughter Exchange Club.' By the time we had found them a new residence, enrolled Vickie in school, she had been overhauled into a very preppy young school girl. They had joined our club as well. The only problem was our girls wanted tramp stamp tattoos like Vickie's. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.