Date: Wed, 15 Feb 2012 11:33:41 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Motherr Daughter Exchange Club 7 (lesbian/incest, oral. anal, F/F, gg) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between mother and daughters. 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 7 By Jan I just have to tell you about what happened the other day. I had made an appointment with my gynecologist for a checkup. I always arrive early, even though I know that she always runs a little behind schedule. While sitting in the waiting room after checking in with the receptionist, I was reading a year old fashion magazine when the most beautiful black mother and daughter I had ever seen, walked in. The only way I can describe them is to say that their faces reminded me of Halle Berry. Both of them had the most perfect skin color, because it can only be described as an amber color, without a blemish visible. Both of them had thick coarse hair that was cropped short like right out of the roaring twenties. Their hair was straightened and slicked down with three spit curls on their foreheads. Both of them were dressed very fashionably. As they checked in, my heart raced at the prospect that they might sit next to me. As if they could read my mind they sat down next to me. The mother was on my left and her daughter was on her left. They both smiled at me. I just had to strike up a conversation with them. I made the observation, "I assume that you are mother and daughter, and have to tell you that both of you are absolutely gorgeous!" They both blushed, and thanked me. The mother complimented me too. I held out my hand to shake hands with both of them, and introduced myself to them. The mother told me, "My name is Lillie and my daughter is Iris," as we shook hands. Her perfume was a delicate floral scent that was very nice. As much as I was attracted to the woman, her daughter was making my panties wet. While we were exchanging pleasantries, I noticed that Iris was nervously fidgeting in her chair, so I assumed that she was not looking forward to the visit. I wondered what would cause her such apprehension about seeing a gynecologist. She was not any older than my Kaylin. I couldn't picture her having a sexually transmitted disease, maybe she had an infection. It would be rude to inquire of them about their reason for a visit. I mentioned that I was there for my annual inspection, with a chuckle. Lillie said, "I brought Iris for a checkup too." I assured Iris, "Honey there is nothing to be nervous about it is no big deal. It won't hurt, and it will be over quickly!" Iris didn't look comforted by my reassurance. Lillie leaned close and softly said, "I'm having Iris deflowered this morning by our doctor! The doctor is going to remove her hymen for us. I don't want it to hurt her the first time she is penetrated!" I had never heard of such a thing being done before. Thinking about it though, seemed to make since. I remembered how much it had hurt me the first time I allowed a boy to stick his thing in me. Just the same I thought she was a little young for her mother to take such an action. I wondered if Iris was sexually active already. I just had to talk to them more about the subject and I was very enamored with the girl. I said, "I won't be long, and there is a Starbucks downstairs, would you allow me to buy you coffee after your visit?" Lillie smiled at me sweetly, looked at her daughter as if for approval before saying, "It would be our pleasure to have coffee with you, if you don't mind waiting for us. I can't allow you to buy us coffee though!" I said, "It is my treat! Please don't argue with me." While I was saying that the receptionist called my name. I stood, shook their hands again, and gathered up my bag as I headed for the inner door. I was thinking about the two of them through the examination. I hardly remember hopping up on the table, lying back and putting my heels in the stirrups. My doctor's only comment was how wet I was, with a smile, but assured me that I was fine. While she was inspecting my cunt I heard the receptionist ushering Lillie and Iris into another examination room, and giving Iris a gown along with instructions about what to do. As soon as I was dressed I returned to the reception room, paid my deductable, before sitting down to wait. I picked up the same magazine I had been looking at before. I had to assure the receptionist that there was nothing wrong. I was just waiting for friends. When Lillie and Iris emerged, I could see the look of relief on Iris' face. After they talked to the receptionist, we headed for the elevators. I used my credit card to buy Iris a large hot tea, and a couple of Hazelnut latte grandees for Lillie and myself. We found a small table where we could chat without disturbing anyone. I wanted Lillie to explain to me why she felt it necessary to deflower Iris at her age. Lillie told me that she had been raped as a young girl. The trauma had made it almost impossible for her to ever conceive. She told me that the only way she was able to have Iris was by artificial insemination. I just had to reiterate how beautiful Iris was, and that she looks just like you! They both beamed and Lillie said, "That is no accident, I had my brother's sperm used to fertilize my egg!" The incestuous element did not escape me. She quickly assured me, "My doctor just used his sperm to fertilize my egg in a Petri dish before returning it to my womb." The longer I talked to her the more I was attracted to her. I suspected there was a lot of anger directed to males in her. I wanted to find out what her reaction to the subject of lesbianism would be. I couldn't very well just come out and say that I wanted to get in her daughter's pants. I told her, "I have a daughter about the same age as Iris. Her name is Kaylin. I can't tell you how much she would love to meet you!" Lillie assured me that she enjoyed my company and would love to meet my daughter. I suggested that the four of us make a date to do something. Lillie said that she and Iris would enjoy something more private, so that we can get to know each other better." I suggested that we take the girls to the lake for a picnic. That seemed to be acceptable with her. I noticed that Iris was showing signs of a little discomfort. I suspected that the local anesthetic was wearing off. I had no way of estimating how much discomfort she was experiencing. I gave Lillie one of my business cards with my address and phone number on it, before saying to her that it looked like Iris was starting to feel the effects. I insisted on kissing both of them before parting company. We disposed of our paper cups before heading to the parking lot. We were parked close enough for me to get a look at her car. It was a cute little blue BMW convertible. We waved at each other as we parted ways. When Kaylin got home I was excited about the potential of developing a relationship with the black mother and daughter I had met. When I described them, Kaylin was just as excited as me. When the phone rang I picked it up before the second ring. It was Lillie, and I asked her how Iris was feeling. Lillie assured me that a couple of Tylenol took care of it for her. She said, "She won't be sticking anything in there for a couple of days. That statement led me to believe that Lillie expected her daughter to masturbate with a dildo at least. Then I had Kaylin pick up the other wireless phone, so that I could introduce them. Lillie also got Iris on the phone too. We talked about what grade our girls were in, and Iris was only a year behind Kaylin in school. They were both avid volleyball players. Iris said that she was a better digger than a spiker. She was just not tall enough to get up there. Kaylin agreed with her. Before we hung up we agreed to meet at the lake for a picnic that weekend. We discussed the menu and agreed which one of us would bring what. I made a meatloaf the night before so that it could be chilled, and made my mother's German potato salad. I put a couple of bottles of red wine in the wicker basket too. Kaylin and I drove out to the lake in time to meet Lillie and Iris. We deliberately carried our stuff to the western end of the lake because that would put the sun at our backs in the afternoon. We put our stuff on a concrete table. Lillie had made fried chicken, a green salad, French rolls and a Jell-O mold with raisins and grated carrots in it. She had also brought along white and red wines. The girls had a liter of Pepsi Cola. While the girls got involved in a volleyball game on the lawn, Lillie and I set about staking our claim to the table. We talked about our girls. We expressed our love for our girls. When I felt it was time I casually stated that Kaylin and I are lesbians! I waited for Lillie's response. There were at least three possible responses. She could get angry, pack up and leave with her daughter or simply pass it off as none of her business and let me know that we could be friends or not. The response I was hoping for was an interest in a relationship with me. Lillie smiled, "I suspected that you were by the hunger in your eyes while looking at Iris. She reached out and hugged me. She whispered in my ear, "I'm looking forward to getting to know Kaylin too!" GAWD...I was soaking wet. We spent the afternoon eating. I suggested, "Kaylin honey, how would you like to go home with Lillie, and Iris, would you like to come home with me to spend the rest of the weekend?" The girls looked at each other and broke out giggling. Iris said, "We agreed on that while you were playing!" Lillie and I laughed and hugged them. Now there was a feeling of urgency about cleaning up our mess and getting out of there. Iris got in my car and Kaylin jumped into Lillie's little convertible. I was as nervous as a caged wild cat as we headed home. Iris was a terrible tease about the whole thing. She sat there in the passenger seat pulling her shorts aside and playing with her pussy. It was amazing that I made it home without getting into an accident. When we got into my apartment I hugged and kissed her. I love the smell of sweat and grass all over her body. The sweat made her skin glisten as if she were oiled. She was just as excited about getting me out of my clothes as I was about seeing her naked. Just seen her body being exposed turned me on. Iris was so damned pretty, and her breasts were just starting to develop. They were no larger than halves of lemons. Her chocolate colored areolas covered more than half of her breasts. Her hips were just starting to widen into the kind of hips her lovely mother sported, and her vulva was just starting to grow those little spring like coils of pubic hair. I had to check out every inch of her body. Her skin was the same color all over, but her anus was the same chocolate color as her areolas. While I was taking off my own clothes, Iris helped with all of the skill of someone with plenty of experience. While I was inspecting her crouch I remembered that it had been less than a week since her hymen had been removed. I had to ask, "Honey, how do you feel." Iris smiled, "I feel great. It was only sore for a couple of days. Mama has been using her dildo on me for the past three days. The news got me all excited. I placed a couple of my fingers on her vulva. I rubbed her gently until my finger found the ridge of her labia major. I felt the stiff skin leading to her hooded clitoris. I was able to take hold of it between two fingers and my thumb. Iris was responding with all kinds of gyrations and noises that were pure music to my ears. I turned my head sideways so that I could take all that flesh into my mouth. I sucked on her and truly enjoyed the taste of her sweet little pussy. I moved my lips down to the lips of her labia and pulled her flesh out as far as her skin would stretch. I sucked her cunt until she started beating on my shoulders to let me know she was cumming. As a final loving gesture I lifted her legs, so that I could lick her little brown asshole. I finally lied down beside her, to relax. As soon as Iris recovered she was determined to show her appreciation. She was fascinated by the size of my breasts. She sucked so hard on them that she left hickies all over both of them. She used her fingers to warm up the meat between my legs. When she was satisfied that I was aroused enough, she went down on me. That nasty little girl sure knew how to eat pussy. Just when I was about to cum she stuck at least two fingers up my ass. I flooded her face with my cum. We both needed to rest after that. I could have spent the rest of the weekend looking into her amber eyes. She recovered quicker than me. I lay there while she straddled my head, and lowered that little cunt to my mouth. While I was enjoying the nectar in her cunt, she lay on top of me and started sucking my pussy again. I relishing every moment of our evening together. When we had done everything we could to each other, sleep overtook us eventually. We slept in the next morning, but our bladders insisted that we get up or we would have peed on ourselves, besides the sun was starting to heat up the room. We reluctantly made our way to the bathroom. I didn't want to let Iris out of my sight. I held her hand while we took turns relieving ourselves. Her odor was all over me, as much as mine was on hers. We showered together. I didn't have the hair products she needed to fix her hair. The best I could do was to give her a can of mousse. She combed her hair and made her spit curls, of course when the mousse dried, her hair didn't have that wet look. We were both in a wicked mood, so we didn't put any clothes on. I just wanted to study her body. I observed a dark brown mark under her left arm, and asked her if that was a scar. She proudly lifted her arm, and pointed at the mark as she said, "that is my birthmark." She added that it was almost identical to the one under her mother's arm. She had no more than said that than the phone rang. Kaylin was full of devilish excitement as she asked if we were ready for company. I assured her that we were exhausted, but as relaxed as I had ever been. I added that we would love to have their company. I knew approximately how long it would take for them to drive across town. Iris and I put some clothes on. I allowed her to select fresh underwear from Kaylin's dresser, along with fresh shorts and T- shirt. I put on some fresh clothes, in plenty of time to have poached eggs ready for Eggs Benedict. I was busy toasting the English muffins and making the hollandaise souse. When I heard Kaylin's key in the door, Iris and I greeted them with hugs and kisses. I noticed that Kaylin was in clothes that were definitely not hers. Her previous day's play clothes were in a paper bag. Lillie was dressed to the nines again. Every hair was in place and shining just like she had stepped out of a beauty parlor. When we kissed, I can only say that her perfume smelled like a potpourri of flower smells. The girls also greeted each other with the same type of hugs and kisses. They also complimented each other on how nice they looked in each other's clothes. We really enjoyed the company of each other. The meal was very satisfying. I didn't want to put a damper on the mood, so I simply put the dishes in the washer afterwards, before we retreated to the front room to talk. Iris sat with me and held my hand, while Kaylin sat with Lillie. We compared our evenings with each other's daughters. Kaylin and I also introduced them to the subject of the Mother Daughter Club. They were very interested in the subject. They even indicated that they knew some black women that would really get off getting into the panties of white mothers and daughters. While we were talking I brought up the subject of their birthmarks. Lillie chuckled and assured us that it was true. She had on a business jacket and long sleeved blouse, so she proceeded to remove her jacket and blouse. When she was sitting there stripped down to a sexy, mauve, lace bra, she lifted her left arm and pointed out her birthmark to us. Iris was obliged to take off her T-shirt and show Kaylin her birthmark. Kaylin had to touch it. So she came around to sit next to Iris. I moved closer to Lillie, and admired her breasts. They looked as if they were firm enough not to need a bra. I admired them. Lillie was proud of them too. She quickly unhooked the back of the bra, and allowed the straps to fall off her shoulders, as the cups fell away from her breasts. They were every bit as large as my own. The striking thing to me was that the golden color of her skin was even all over. Like her daughter her areolas were as large as the girl's hands and were the same chocolate color. I couldn't resist reaching out and feeling one of her breasts. She was pleased with my actions and placed her manicured fingers over mine and held my hand against her breast. When she was ready she moved my hand to the middle of her other breast. I just had to kiss her mouth. While we kissed we were breathing each other's air through our noses. When we paused for a moment I looked around to see what the girls were doing. They already had their T-shirts off and were sucking on each other's nipples while they were fumbling with each other's shorts. While I was checking out what the girls were up to, Lillie busied herself removing my clothes. There came a point that both of us had to stand up long enough to remove our skirts and panties. When we sat down again, we had the opportunity to check out each other's pussies. I had shaved very close for the occasion of our sharing each other's daughters. My labia were protruding beyond the opening of my mons-pubis. Lillie's pussy was bikini trimmed, but her naturally curly pubic hair was very close to her golden toned skin. The thing that intrigued me a lot was the chocolate color of her labia major, while the inner lips were the same color as my own inner pussy. When I went down on her I could smell her perfume, but her cunt smelled very much like any other pussy I have eaten. We took turns eating each other's pussies, and took turns bending over the arm of my couch; so that we could tongue fuck each other's assholes. I practically came while licking and probing her asshole with my tongue. The girls also got involved. It was an orgy of sucking and groping each other's breasts, pussies and assholes. We didn't neglect each other's mouths either. I enjoyed kissing Lillie and Iris as much, if not more than any mother daughter we had partied with. By the time Lillie and Iris had to return home, we had agreed that they both had to attend the next gathering of the Mothers Daughters Exchange Club. 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