Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2019 11:30:26 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: My Lesbian Daughter, (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, snal, f/FF) Adult Youth, oral anal, F/fF This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: Copyright 2019 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@yahoo.com f you have any suggestions for a future story. My Lesbian Daughter By Jan I was mildly surprised to receive a letter from my teenaged daughter's freshman social studies home teacher. The letter read something like this: Dear Mrs. Ferguson: Would you please contact me at (818) XXX-XXXX. I would like you to discuss a private matter about Donna. It is not something I care to discuss in a letter. Sincerely Yours Ms. Ann Yamamoto I was curious about what her teacher wanted to Talk to me about. I waited until Donna got home to ask her about why the teacher wanted to talk to me about. As soon as she got home. I asked the question, "Why does Ms. Yakamoto want to talk to me about you?" Donna looked startled and confused, "I don't have any idea why she wants to talk to you about! Honest, I haven't done anything wrong." I pulled out my cellphone and made the call. After the customary "hellos" I asked Ms. Yamamoto "What do want to talk to me about?" Ms. Yamamoto told me that she would like to invite Donna and me to her home to have a private discussion without the involving of the school administration. "Is there a problem?" "I just feel it would be more appropriate to have a private meeting with the two of you." I agreed to bring Donna with me and made a note of her address. Donna insisted that she had no idea what her teacher wanted to talk to the two of about. I walked her to my car and programmed the address into my GPS, even though I had a good idea where I was headed. Donna was nervous all the way to the home of her teacher. When I pulled into the driveway of the home, a very attractive Japanese woman with long silky black hair came out to welcome us to her home. I was impressed by Donna's teacher she was no taller than my daughter, but she had an outstanding figure. I found it hard to believe she was old enough to have a teaching credential. I was instantly attracted to her. She shook my hand and said, "I want to thank you Mrs. Ferguson, for taking the time to meet with me about what is bothering me regarding Donna." "Ms. Yamamoto, I'm concerned about what you want to discuss with me about Donna, but I should tell you that my name is Carolyn Harris." "I'm puzzled, my enrollment records list your daughter's name as Donna Ferguson." "I returned to my maiden name after I divorced her father. You can call me Carolyn if you like." "I see, you can call me Ann." with that she escorted the two of us into her home. I was impressed with her modest residence. The house looked like it had been decorated by an interior decorator. It was a mix of modern and Japanese minimalist. I felt like we should have removed our shoes before entering her home. She offered us tea and she led us to the dining room. When we were seated at the glass-topped table, she brought us teacups and saucers before she brought a teapot and filled out cups and offered us sugar if we liked. She also has a plate of sweet almond cookies. When she joined us, she sat down and picked up her cup and took a sip. I was getting impatient to find out what was on her mind. "Thank you for the tea, but I want to know what is the problem that we couldn't have discussed at school or over the phone?" There was a short pause before she responded, "First I want to tell you that Donna is one of the brightest students I have ever had the pleasure to teach, but I wanted to talk to you about something I have observed regarding your daughter. I have observed Donna touching herself inappropriately on occasions, and she seems to stare at my breasts in a manner that makes me nervous, but recently I observed her leaving campus during lunch in the car of a senior girl named Barbra a known lesbian and upon returning I witnessed the two of them kissing in the car very passionately. I'm afraid Donna will earn a bad reputation, if not get in trouble if she continues behaving like this." I smiled when I understood why she had asked for a meeting with us. My reaction puzzled Ms. Yamamoto. "Don't you understand what I'm telling you? Donna is behaving like she is becoming a lesbian." "Of course, I understand what you said. My daughter is a lesbian! I've known that she prefers to have sex with females for years." "Doesn't that disturb you?" "Not at all, in fact, I encourage her to avoid the company of males." "I'm puzzled by your casual reaction. Are you saying that you approve of your daughter being a lesbian?" "She could do worse! Just about everyone has had at least one lesbian encounter. It is perfectly normal to experiment. As adults, a good number of women still have an occasional relationship with other females. I can understand why Donna prefers the company of females." Ann took a long sip on her tea. "Donna shouldn't be feeling up herself in public and getting into cars with older girls and leaving campus during school hours and making out with them." Donna was looking a little sheepish. I asked, "Is there something you want me to do?" "Now that I m aware that you are comfortable with Donna's lifestyle; may I suggest that Donna be more discreet. She shouldn't be feeling her breasts and crotch in the class room., and stay on campus until her last class. She should tell Barbra that she will meet her someplace after school." I said, "Thank you for your suggestions. Donna, do you understand what Ann is telling you?" "Okay" was Donna's sheepish response. I couldn't help admiring Ann. She had shiny raven black hair that reached the small of her back while it was in a ponytail pulled high on the back of her head. There were two long strands of hair from her temples framing her doll-like face. She was wearing a casual white silk blouse and black training capris and ballet slippers and from what I could see of her figure it was perfect. I just had to make a comment. "Ann meeting you has been a pleasure, I can't blame Donna for admiring you." Ann's face flushed and her eyes darted between Donna and me as if my comment had embarrassed her. "Thank you! I don't know quite what to say." "I'm sure Donna would like to get into your pants as much as I would!!" Ann's eyes got big, "I can't believe you just said that!!" "Why should I be coy about it? Donna and I think you are very sexy!!" "Are you actually suggesting I have sex with the two of you?" "I'm sure you would enjoy it! Have you ever indulged in sex with a female before?" "That is a very personal question! I'm not sure it would be appropriate for me to answer that question." Donna spoke up, "Please, tell us the truth!" "I was born and raised in Nagoya, Japan. My first name was Heroku. I changed it to Ann when I became a US citizen. In Japan, the culture is a lot more liberal. They don't look upon sex through the eyes of the Judo-Christen code. Sex is looked upon as something pleasurable. If you enjoy any form of sex that both parties enjoy it, then it is acceptable." I responded, "That begs the question. Have you ever had sex with a female?" `Okay, I have had sex with both girls and women growing up in Japan." "So, why not have sex with Donn and me?" "I'm afraid about losing my job and teaching credential or going to jail" "I can assure you that Donna and I are not going to complain to anyone about what might transpire between the three of us." Ann looked into ours eyes for a long moment. When she rose to her feet, she held out her hands to Donna and me. As we stood up, she led us to her bedroom. The tea service was left behind. I was intrigued to see what her bedroom would look like. When she opened the door the fragrance of sandalwood permeated the air. The furniture was shiny black lacquer. She had a full-sized bed flanked my end tables. The dressed had flanking mirrors that were at angles that allowed her to see the sides of her face while sitting on the makeup chair. Everything was studiously in place. Her hair brushes and makeup brushes were arranged on the dresser like a formal dinner setting. It was obvious that Ann was very anal about her belongings. The closet door was closed, but I could imagine that everything would be neatly and properly spaced. She had a beautiful doll dressed in a red and old kimono with black lacquered hair in a glass display case on a chifforobe. I took it all in as we circled the bed. Ann quickly shed her clothes, but Donna and I had dressed more formally. Donna was in a dress, while I was in a business suit. It took us more time to get down to our underwear. Donna was wearing matching teal bra and panties. I was wearing a lavender support bra and matching lace hip hugger panties. I also was wearing nude self-supporting nylons. The three of us mounted the bed and looked at each other as if we didn't know what to do next. There is something about the skin of a Japanese girl that is so erotic. Ann was no exception. There were no blemishes on her skin, and when she removed her bra the smooth areolas were a delicious caramel color. Looking at her small tits I had a strong desire to swallow them. The look on Donna's face was enough to tell me that she was thinking the same thing. For a fourteen-year-old Donna had breasts larger than Ann's. I often admire her breasts when I see them exposed. Ann seemed to be admiring them too. One thing about being the mother of a fourteen- year-old is that time and gravity affects large breasts. Mine rest on my rib cage with the nipples drooping as well. We were sitting in a triangle with our legs crossed, as we admired each other's tits. We placed our right hands on the tit of the person sitting to our right and our left hand on the person to the person on our left. In my case, Ann was to my right and Donna was to my left. I enjoyed the soft pliable feel of their tits. We had to do some re-arranging of our legs to get closer to each other to be able to bend over and suck on each other's breasts and switch to suck on the other one's tits. As our desire grew, we turned our attention to each other's panties. Again, we had to re-arrange our bodies to straighten our legs out to remove each other's panties. I preferd to leave my nylons on because I think it looks sexier than being completely nude. Once we had removed our panties, we sat back to admire each other's pussies; Donna being young enough to be impressed that she had pubic hair to give testimony that she was an adult she had a full growth of dark pubic hair. Ann's vulva looks like most Japanese women. The black hair is very coarse and straight. All of the hairs point towards her vagina opening. I did admire the way her pussy looked. As for my own pussy. I prefer to shave all of my pubic hair off as soon as I can feel the stubble. I wouldn't want anyone to get a stray hair wedged between their teeth. After we admired each other's pussy we got down to getting dirty. Donna couldn't get at Ann's pussy fast enough. She dove between her legs and shoved her face against Ann's pussy like a calf shoving it mussel against the cow utter to force milk out. She was making guttural noises as she ate Ann's pussy. Ann was signing Donna's parses, filled with dirty words, at least until I straddled her head and smothered her mouth and nose with my cunt. I rode her face like I was riding a horse English style. I was getting off on rubbing my clit and vagina on her nose and tongue. Ann was struggling to catch her breath when my cunt cleared her mouth. Donna eventually gave her an orgasm that left Ann totally relaxed. We allowed Ann to rest until she was ready to taste our pussies. Ann wanted to thank Donna for doing such a good job eating her pussy. At fourteen-Donna was very flexible. Ann rolled Donna up in a ball with her butt up in the air and her knees almost touching her ears. That made both of her hole vulnerable. Ann spits on her asshole and started licking her way down to Donna's clit. I was fascinated by the way Ann ate my daughter's pussy. I just sat there watching the action. Donna was making little sounds because her neck was bent and all her weight was resting on her shoulders. I was sure it was hard to breathe. It took Donna a long time to reach a strong orgasm. It took Donna a couple of minutes to uncoil and relax. When she did, Ann and Donna turned their attention on me. Donna pushed me backwards onto my back. She played and sucked my tits for a little while before she went down on me to suck my pussy. While she was doing that to me, Ann mounted my head and gave me a taste of her pussy. Like I had done to her, she ground her pussy and asshole against my mouth and nose the same way I had done to her. I was in heaven. What more could an old Bitch like me ask for? The sweet mouth of my own daughter on my cunt and a delicious oriental cunt on my mouth. When it was all over, we cuddled each other while we cooled down. Donna wanted to stay with Ann, so I let her spend the night with her teacher. I'm was sure Donna would have a hard time sitting in the class and not be able to feel Ann up. We made arrangements for me to drop Donna off on weekends and pick her up on Sundays. Don't feel bad for me, a dear friend of mine that had a daughter about Donna's age. Her mother and I agreed that it was time to make her into a pussy loving girl. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay6969@yahoo.com